2008/08/16
Kinderdijk Windmills
The name Kinderdijk is Dutch for "Child's Dike". In 1421 during the Saint Elizabeth flood of 1421, the Grote Hollandse Waard flooded, but the Alblasserwaard polder stayed unflooded. It is said that when the terrible storm had subsided, someone went on to the dike between these two areas, to see what could be saved. He saw in the distance a wooden cradle floating. There was no hope that anything would be living in it, but when it approached, movement was seen. When the cradle came nearer, someone saw that a cat was in the cradle trying to keep it in balance by jumping back and forth so that no water could come into it. When the cradle eventually came near the dike, someone fished the cradle out and saw that in it a baby slept quiet and dry. In some of the stories the cat kept it balanced and afloat. This folktale and legend has been published as "The Cat and the Cradle" in English (Meder 2007; Griffis, 1918).
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Malay Grandma
On Growing Old
Be with me, Beauty, for the fire is dying;
My dog and I are old, too old for roving.
Man, whose young passion sets the spindrift flying,
Is soon too lame to march, too cold for loving.
I take the book and gather to the fire,
Turning old yellow leaves; minute by minute
The clock ticks to my heart. A withered wire,
Moves a thiun ghost of music in the spinet.
I cannot sail your seas, I cannot wander
Your cornland, nor your hill-land, nor your valleys
Ever again, nore share the battle yonder
Where the young knight the broken squadron rallies.
Only stay quiet while my mind remembers
The beauty of fire from the beauty of embers.
Beauty, have pity! for the strong have power,
The rich their wealth, the beautiful their grace,
Summer of man its sunlight and its flower.
Spring-time of man, all April in a face.
Only, as in the jostling in the Strand,
Where the mob thrusts, or loiters, or is loud,
The beggar with the saucer in his hand
Asks only a penny from the passing crowd,
So, from this glittering world with all its fashion,
Its fire, and play of men, its stir, its march,
Let me have wisdom, Beauty, wisdom and passion,
Bread to the soul, rain when the summers parch.
Give me but these, and though the darkness close
Even the night will blossom as the rose.
John Masefield
2008/08/13
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la ciudad by abre/tus/ojos.
Buenos Aires
Y la ciudad, ahora, es como un plano
de mis humillaciones y fracasos;
desde esa puerta he visto los ocasos
y ante ese mármol he aguardado en vano.
Aquí el incierto ayer y el hoy distinto
me han deparado los comunes casos
de toda suerte humana; aquí mis pasos
urden su incalculable laberinto.
Aquí la tarde cenicienta espera
el fruto que le debe la mañana;
aquí mi sombra en la no menos vana
sombra final se perderá, ligera.
No nos une el amor sino el espanto
será por eso que la quiero tanto
Borges JL.
Cruces
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2008/08/12
Cosa c’entra questo cielo lucido
Che non è mai stato così blu
E chi se ne frega delle nuvole
Mentre qui manchi tu
Pomeriggio spompo di domenica
Come fanno gli altri a stare su
Non arriva neanche un po’ di musica
Quando qui manchi tu
E adesso che sei dovunque sei
Chissà se ti arriva il mio pensiero
Chissà se ne ridi o se ti fa piacere
Cosa c’entra quel tramonto inutile
Non ha l’aria di finire più
E ci tiene a dare il suo spettacolo
Mentre qui manchi tu
Così solo da provare panico
E c’è qualcun\'altra qui con me
Devo avere proprio un aria stupida
Sai come è manchi te
E adesso che sei dovunque sei
Chissà se ti arriva il mio pensiero
Chissà se ne ridi o se ti fa piacere
E adesso che sei dovunque sei
Ridammelo indietro il mio pensiero
Deve esserci un modo per lasciarmi andare
Cosa c’entra questa notte giovane
Non mi cambia niente la tv
E che tristezza che mi fa quel comico
Quando qui manchi tu
E adesso che sei dovunque sei
Chissà se ti arriva il mio pensiero
Chissà se ne ridi o se ti fa piacere
E adesso che sei dovunque sei
Ridammelo indietro il mio pensiero
Deve esserci un modo per lasciarmi andare
Bumper cars
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2008/08/09
In Focus I
A young monk from Mantahuo village, Sichuangbanna prefecture, China.
© 2008 David Kerkhoff. All rights reserved
2008/08/06
2008/08/04
Summer in Paris
Parc André Citroën - Shot with Sigma DP1
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2008/08/03
Waiting on an Angel
Model: Michelangelo Rossato
Photo: Viola
"Waiting on an angel
one to carry me home
hope you come to see me soon
cause I don't want to go alone
I don't want to go alone
Now angel won't you come by me
angel hear my plea
take my hand lift me up
so that I can fly with thee
so that I can fly with thee
And I'm waiting on an angel
and I know it won't be long
to find myself a resting place
in my angel's arms
in my angel's arms "
The Statue
A buddhist monk in Lhasa. He looked like a statue, so I turned him into one.
© 2007 David Kerkhoff. All rights reserved.
Creepy hand
I got bored last night when I came home. Drunk out of my mind I started playing around with my camera and this thing came out. :)
I probably should have used a different texture because I used the same one in the photo before this one but it works out nicely I think.