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Today's Sawkill, just before sunset

Three medium-size shorebirds with brown and tan pattern on top of head and wings, black eyes, long, thin beak that is red near the head and black in the lower half. Water is blue with small ripples.

Marbled Godwits feeding in shallow water at Albany Mudflats, Albany, California.

#birds #nature #eastcoastkin

A branching oak tree bearing leaves and acorns shelters a pair of deer. Illustration by Arthur Rackham

Edgar:
“What, in ill thoughts again? Men must endure
Their going hence even as their coming hither,
Ripeness is all. Come on.”

Gloucester:
“And that's true too.”

#KingLear_2025

Illustration by Arthur Rackham

EDGAR

Men must endure
Their going hence, even as their coming hither:
Ripeness is all.

#KingLear_2025
V,2,9-11

Louis Michel Eilshemius (American, 1864-1941)

"Moon over River "

Gräser bewegen sich im Herbstwind, das Bild ist mit unterschiedlicher Tiefenschärfe aufgenommen.

Irgendwo dazwischen ein leises Lied.

Fishermen's boat on a sandy beach, their deck covered in tarpaulins to protect the hulls from bad weather. Further on the right a pigeon takes flight. Behind it a stormy sea and some barely visible landmass.

Stormy sea today. Torredembarra. Catalonia
#photography

LEAR

And, to deal plainly,
I fear I am not in my perfect mind.
Methinks I should know you and know this man;
Yet I am doubtful;
#KingLear_2025
Act IV s7 (62-65)

LEAR

You do me wrong to take me out o'th' grave;
Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound
Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears
Do scald like molten lead.

#KingLear_2025
IV,7,45-48

The Meeting of Lear and Cordelia (1784) by Benjamin West
The Huntington

Grab your copy of Heart of Darkness and read with us! We begin next Monday, Nov 17.

Ch. I: Nov 17–22
Ch. II: Nov 24–29
Ch. III: Dec 1–6

Slow reading, shared journey, join in. #JosephConrad

Winter ride. Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk.

“There is no folly of the beast of the earth which is not infinitely outdone by the madness of man.”
Herman Melville, "Moby-Dick," published on this day in 1851

Daytime moon through nearly bare branches.

IV, 6.

Gloster:

“I see it feelingly.”

No truer words in Shakesp.

#kinglear_2025

The usurer hangs the
cozener.

#KingLear_2025
IV,6,160

Moritz Retzsch
Edgar führt den blinden Grafen von Gloucester nach Dover - Illustration zu „König Lear“
IV. Akt, Szene 6
um 1885
Hamburger Kunsthalle

LEAR

When we are born, we cry that we are come
To this great stage of fools.
#KingLear_2025
Act IV s6 (my version) (176-177)

Mehrere Gänse im Flug, Baumkrone blauer Himmel und weiße Wolken

Wie bestellt

My eyes were glued on life and they were full of tears.

Jack Kerouac

Bridge seen from the bed of a semi-dry river in autumn, with fallen leaves.

Atravesando o tempo.
A perspectiva da ollada.

Val do Umia

#AlphabetChallenge #WeekTforTelevision
#Photography #nature #Naturephotography #natureza #naturaleza #Landscape #river #Wildlife #Leaves #Bridge #Landscapephography #Autumn #Rural #Countryside #Galicia #Galiza

We don’t have northern lights

but we have this tonight

the stables at gloaming

Whenever I watched the vessels standing out to sea with their white sails spread, I somehow thought of Miss Havisham and Estella; whenever the light struck aslant, afar off, upon a cloud or sail or green hill-side or water-line, it was just the same.

Dickens
Great Expectations C15

passing through woods

Picture of green samphire plant growing on a rock. Scientific name is crithmum

Edgar:
“Come on, sir, here's the place; stand still.
How fearful And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low!
The crows and choughs that wing the midway air
Show scarce so gross as beetles. Half way down
Hangs one that gathers sampire, dreadful trade!”

#KingLear_2025

Samphire plant —

GLOUCESTER

Alack, I have no eyes.
Is wretchedness deprived that benefit
To end itself by death? ‘Twas yet some comfort
When misery could beguile the tyrant’s rage
And frustrate his proud will.
#KingLear_2025
Act IV s6(my version) (60-64)

EDGAR
How fearful
And dizzy 'tis to cast one's eyes so low!
The crows and choughs that wind the midway air
…
The fishermen that walk upon the beach
Appear like mice, and yond tall anchoring bark
Diminish'd to her cock
…
The murmuring surge,
That on th' unnumber'd idle pebble chafes,

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A sailboat passes a navigation marker in choppy water before a distant offshore wind farm under a pale blue sky.

The wind writes two stories..

"What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies."

Jack Kerouac, On the Road

Higher up the mountain, above town, the berries are all that are left on the Mountain Ash trees. #red #nelsonbc #canada #november

. . . they somehow conveyed to me that they were all toadies and humbugs, but that each of them pretended not to know that the others were toadies and humbugs: because admission that he or she did know it, would have made him or her out to be a toady and humbug.

Dickens
Great Expectations C11