The Night Has A Thousand Eyes

The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.

The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one;
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is done.

(Francis William Bouidillon)

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WaterFire, Providence, Rhode Island – Spring, 2015

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Day 6 B&W: The Lake

There is a lake – but I forget its name,
that flickers in my memory like flame!
 
Guarded by Dolomites whose magic glow
Of red primeval merges into snow.
 
A lake so beautiful, God gave it birth
By melting one vast emerald on earth!
 
And as with lovely sound the air may fill,
Though chords are hushed and all the strings be still,
 
So will this lake – but I forget its name-
Flicker within my memory like flame!
 

Eleanour Norton

I know the picture is not a picture of a lake, but I love the poem and the picture side by side. I took the picture of Triphammer Falls during our spring break vacation to Ithaca in Upstate New York this year. The falls were simply amazing and I can’t wait to visit more falls there.

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If You Have to Get Lost…

Far away, it seems, in a land where the sun always shines, where the sky opens up and the air smells sweet, there’s a field full of sunflowers. Rows upon rows of breathtaking flowers, nodding and swaying. Nestled behind the stone fences that stand for hundreds of years, secluded between the tree shadows. If you keep silence, all you hear is the sounds of bees buzzing, moving from one flower to the next. They won’t even feel bothered, there’s plenty of flowers that you can admire. When you walk between the long stalks and the heavy flowers, you might feel lost. You might feel small. There in the land of summer, the sunflowers are the giants. Before you leave, you might want to make a wish, for another visit to a far away land, where the sun always shines, the sky opens up and the air smells sweet. Because if you have to get lost, why don’t you get lost amongst the sunflowers?

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Get Lost in SOHO

Some parts of New York City boast the mix of old and new, traditional and modern atmospheres. One of that one-of-a-kind mixed places is in SOHO. While taking my daughters and her friends for girls’ day out there, I indulged my self for the details that SOHO offers with rows of old buildings, the artistry that almost exists in every corner and the unique places that we visited. I love the cobblestone streets, the pillars and the reliefs that decorated the buildings, and even the fire escape stairs that are lining up on the side of the streets. I felt like being pampered with the many objects that we could see around SOHO, to be photographed, of course. My friend and I stopped at some of the artists’ stands that were there to see and admire their works. Among those artists was a photographer who sold her works at one of SOHO corner. She was kind enough to answer some questions from us, who were curious about how she printed her photographs and where did she take some of the images. So many eye-candy for the girls too, that they couldn’t contain themselves sometimes. They went in and out of some stores, that each one gave different perspectives. It seems that SOHO is calling us again, to come and immerse in its plethora of things that we can see, touch, feel and even eat. Perhaps, soon.

 

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Historic Main Street, Litchfield

It’s been a while. So many things to write, so little time. This winter has been too much for us. Too much snow. Too much ice. Too cold. Some days we had to stayed indoor, because of the snowstorms that seemed coming every week. But yesterday was brilliant! The temperature was warm enough that the spring might just peeking out for a bit. There’s no strong and cold wind, and sunshine was abundant. We decided to enjoy our Saturday by visiting a town called Litchfield in the northwestern part of Connecticut. Town of Litchfield was established in 1721 that thrived and prospered during the Revolution era, while other towns in Connecticut were attacked by the British. I love history, and a town that has history like Litchfield is my kind of town. Our first destination was Litchfield Historical Society, but unfortunately, the place was closed until April. On the entrance to the Litchfield Historical Society building was a unique and very interesting door knocker. It’s in the shape of an Egyptian man’s head. After admiring the door knocker and the massive entrance door, I took the kids for a walk around the main street and the town green for sightseeing.

Our first destination was the First Congregational Church that was established in 1829 with the Greek Revival Style. It was the third meetinghouse in Litchfield and said to be the most famous church in New England, being photographed by many. I could see why. The building looked so grand and majestic. Next, we walked pass by a house that used to be owned by Timothy Skinner. He was a treasurer, constable and also a selectman in Litchfield, beside being a Brigadier General in the militia army. Then, we walked back towards the town green and saw the Civil War cannon and monument that was dedicated on July 8th, 1847. Across the town green are rows of stores and among them is the State Court House. Litchfield also known as the birth town of the first law school in America. One of its student was the 7th Vice President of United States, John C. Calhoun. With so many historical buildings that lined up on the main streets of Litchfield, no wonder if this town is a place to be if you love history, or just want to get away from the winter blues while the weather is bearable. The town of Litchfield is spectacular indeed.

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The Noyes Memorial Library (1893), where Litchfield Historical Society is located.

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The First Congregational Church and the 3rd meetinghouse of Litchfield (1829) in the Greek Revival Style.

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The Civil War monument and cannon at the town green.

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The State Court House building (1888).

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The Timothy Skinner House (1787).

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The Tapping Reeve house and law school, America’s first law school (1775-1833).

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The Samuel Seymour House (1784) where Vice President John C. Calhoun once stayed during his time as a law student.

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The historical store blocks in Litchfield.

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What a Piece of Work is Man!

When I visited Washington Square Park in New York City sometimes ago, I saw a man propping a box in the middle of the park stone yard. He moved quietly and swiftly without a care from his surrounding. The man climbed up the box that’s been painted grey, acknowledged himself by standing tall, while moving in silent without even showing a smirk on his face. He seemed to know of what he was doing and really serious about it. As soon as he was on top of the box, the man gazed in nowhere particular, absorbing his environment, trying to attract the passersby without uttering any words. On the man’s hands was a circular material that he held on strong, as if it’s a symbol of  sort. Some man who calls himself an artist, works with his hands, sculpting, drawing, painting, playing music ; some uses his words or his feet, dancing to his heart contends. Some does something unique in the name of art, and some merely does it as a livelihood, like the story of the human statue at Washington Square Park in one afternoon.
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“What a piece of work is man! How noble is reason, how infinite in faculty, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god – the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals!”
 
Shakespeare – HAMLET, act 2, section 2
 
 

The Grandeur of Gillette Castle

My family and I visited Gillette Castle last November for the first time. This rock castle that looks like an old Scottish castle, is nestled in the southern part of hill rows called the Seven Sisters, in the town of East Haddam. Gillette Castle is one of the state park in our state, Connecticut, and was designed and owned by an actor, William Hooker Gillette. He was once famous for his role as Sherlock Holmes on stage and during the silent movie era. Gillette was very eccentric and also genius, who designed and invented some of the stage props and also helped the use of stage effects, like the sound of horses’ hoofs in many different situations. He was the real Sherlock Holmes, the one who started the icon of the brilliant detective wearing a deerstalker cap and smoked with a curved pipe. The Gillette Castle was built filled with William Gillette’s own designs and inventions. Unfortunately, we weren’t able to see the inside of the castle due to certain reason. But I heard that each door in the castle is different and Gillette himself designed them. The castle stands overlooking the beautiful scenery of Connecticut River, with some wooden areas that add another image to the castle’s grandeur. It’s simply spectacular to be on top of the valley and taken aback by the surrounding as the sun slowly set.

 

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