Saturday, June 23, 2012

Summer Walk

A  L  O  H  A !

" That beautiful season 
the Summer. 
Filled was the air 
with a dreamy
 and magical light;
 and the landscape lay
 as if new created 
In all the freshness 
of childhood. "

Henry Wordsworth Longfellow





" Come Walk Along ! "

Cloudia







" To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry,
 though never in a Book
 it lie--
True Poems flee-- "

Emily Dickinson
















" On the idle hill 
of summer,
Sleepy with the flow 
of streams, "

A.E. Housman

















" O what a bursting out 
there was,
And what a blossoming,
When we had 
all the summer-time - "

William Butler Yeats




















“ Do not be satisfied 
with the stories
 that come before you. 

Unfold
 your own myth. ”

Rumi









" He had a face
 like a 
blessing. "

Cervantes











Mai iloko mai     


That which is within matters














" Remember
you are as good
as the best thing
you have ever done. "

Billy Wilder





















" I long,
 as does every human being,
 to be at home 
wherever 
I find myself. "

Maya Angelou




















“  I walk the straight lines.
 I walk through 
the summer nights.
 I walk the silver
 rope of dreams. . . "

 Henry Rollins



















" I have sometimes thought 
it would be well
to publish
 an Art of Walking,
 with Easy Lessons
 for Beginners. "

Ralph Waldo Emerson



















" Walking
 is a land of many paths
 and no paths,
where everyone 
goes his own way 
and is right. "

G.M. Trevelyan



















" The afternoon
 was made for
 walking. "

Jane Austen



















" If you are seeking 
creative ideas, 
go out walking.  
Angels whisper to a man (sic)
when he goes
 for a walk.  "

Raymond Inmon







































" I dream 
of hiking
 into my old age.  "

Marlyn Doan

















Pau hana     

Quitting time, after work











Aloha ahiahi ia oukou     

Good evening to all of you


Thank YOU
for walking along!

Please leave Your comment

                              Warmly, cloudia

Friday, June 22, 2012

Punta Della Dogana

C I A O !     Welcome to 

Fantasy Venice !

The Royal Fireworks Music - Overture by Handel on Grooveshark































This dreamlike building,
 rising  from the waters of Venezia/Venice
is the Punta Della Dogana.
Built by Giuseppe Benoni
 between 1676 and 1682.











It is very old, and appears in many 
classic paintings. Here on a Monaco
postal stamp is reproduced a famous
work by Guardi that has been
copied many times















Back when Venice was a proud City State
her ships traded far and wide. 
 Great wealth flowed in to her
with the tides of history.
The Punta
 was for many centuries 
The old Customs House
( locals called it 'Dogana di Mare' )
where ships laden
 with the world's goods
paid their tolls to the
 masters of the City.
 Originally in the 14th century
 a watch tower was built here 
in order to prevent tax evasion.

Incidentally, 
the actual Punta della Dogana itself,

 is the wedge-shaped peninsular 
that the building sits on.
It is at the very entrance
  to the Grand Canal.

Above we approach it from the water
as countless mariners have.










  That is the goddess 
 FORTUNA
 serving as a weather vane
atop a gilded globe
upheld by two Atlases.
( Atlas- i ? ) 

There is much hard work
to bear about this globe of ours,
we all ride on the backs
or farmers, mechanics,
all workers.

But dame fortune
rides at the top of all.

With her weather vane
in the shape of a ship's sail
she knows
which way the winds of luck,
and of change
are going 
before any of us below.

Venice
was indeed crowned by fortune
for centuries.

Now
she is sinking.

Shopping malls
and Starbucks
are threatening to finally
push her
cherubic 
[ Fra Lippo Lippi and  Fra Angelico ]
curls
below the lagoon's
surface entirely.












 
Here's our playful gal,
or is she a cruel mistress?













Evening's descent 
makes even this place
look somehow more magical!













One of those numerous pictures of the pile.


Today the Punta is owned
 by French billionaire 

and serves as

The Center for Contemporary Art

" . . . As a center for contemporary art,
 the former customs house of the city 
presents a permanent exhibition of works
 from the François Pinault Collection,
 the institution who wanted and sponsered (sic)
the transition of this masterpiece of architecture,
 so emblematic to the city,
 from its eminently commercial function
 to port of contemporary art
 and ideal venue to share it with the world. "



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In science fiction
often there was a 'Magic Box'
that could tell,
or show the protagonist,
anything they needed 
to know.


Today we have that Magic Box,
it is called:
The World Wide Web.

Every day, YOU
my magical friends
show me wonders:
New York,
England's farm country,
a horse farm,
Kuala Lumpur, Ipoh,
Jerusalem, Perth,
Vancouver,
and Mumbai.

And yes,
your families,
your lives.

It is all magical 
and wonderful!

Occasionally
we see something
that 'sticks'
in our mind's eye.

We dream about it.

Somewhere, on a blog,
I saw this building;
And journeyed there
in my dreams.

This is my fantasy Summer
Road Trip,
across distance &
time.

Thanks for being my Virgil.
Thanks for riding along.
Magic Indeed!
Comment?
                 Warmly, cloudia



Thursday, June 21, 2012

Sweet Feet

A  L  O  H  A !

  Reflections Of My Life by Marmalade on Grooveshark
Click on these photos for engorgement

" Forget not
 that the earth delights
 to feel your bare feet
 and the winds
 long to play 
with your hair.  "

Khalil Gibran
















" Keep your eyes
 on the stars, 
and your feet
on the ground.  "

Theodore Roosevelt
















" Heaven is under our feet 
as well as over our heads.  "

Henry David Thoreau













I have spread my dreams
 under your feet; 
Tread softly 
because you tread
 on my dreams.  "

William Butler Yeats








" Ah, the patter of little feet
 around the house. 

There's nothing 
like having a 
midget 
for a butler.  "

W. C. Fields







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Today I'm enjoying
the fact that I am not
limping anymore.


What happened
is not important.
It was minor,
and on the mend..


It's amazing
how the body knows
the ways to favor injuries
without thought
on our part.

As the injury mends,
the limp changes
along with it.

Today I am
remembering how to walk
without a limp;
A limp,
or a flinch,
 can become
a habit
you know.

What other stories
does my body tell?

Do my shoulders still
hunch
with a shame,
or fear,
or reticence
that my mind
long since
 let go of ?

" Life is very sweet
just walking down the street-
not all of us
can use our feet. "

Just for today
let's celebrate
overlooked, common
miracles
such as walking,
breathing,
a companion,
solitude.


" You have brains in your head. 
You have feet in your shoes. 
You can steer yourself
 in any direction 
you choose. 

You're on your own, 
and you know
 what you know. 
And you are the guy 
who'll decide where to go.  "

Dr. Seuss

Leave YOUR footprints
in Comments !

                   Warmly, cloudia