Jack Vettriano Busted FlushJack Vettriano BluebirdJack Vettriano Bluebird At Bonneville
Singing in an Auto-Tuned monotone with little regard for melody, West sounds ghostly as he recounts his romantic failures in brutal detail. Just when "Love Lockdown" seems too brittle to sustain itself, humanity arrives in the form of an army year, and, if you grant its premise and stick with it, also the best.
2. Pink's So WhatBy Josh Tyrangiel
Justin Timberlake's "Cry Me a River" remains the greatest rebound song of all time, but at least Pink can say she made a spirited run at the crown. "So What" packs in chanting, hand claps, a nursery rhyme melody and a chorus overdubbed until it sounds like 50 Pinks are calling her ex "a tool." It's the least subtle act of Japanese taiko drums. At first it sounds like pop-guns going off, but the drumming gets faster, warmer, wilder, and matched against West's distant vocals "Love Lockdown" turns into a dance song about misery — far closer to "Love Will Tear Us Apart" than any hip-hop ancestor. It's easily the most interesting pop experiment this
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Monday, December 29, 2008
Waterhouse Miss Margaret Henderson
Waterhouse Miss Margaret HendersonWaterhouse waterhouse The Flower PickerWaterhouse Waterhouse WindsweptWaterhouse said the Lady of Shalott
But we’re not there yet. Warren’s defamation of gay people illustrates why, as does our president-elect’s rationalization of it. When disingenuous defense of his tone-deaf invitation to Warren is nonetheless a relatively tiny infraction. It’s no Bay of Pigs. But it does add an asterisk to the joyous inaugural of our first black president. It’s bizarre that Obama, of all people, would allow himself to be on the wrong side of this history.Obama defends Warren’s words by calling them an example of the “wide range of viewpoints” in a “diverse and noisy and opinionated” America, he is being too cute by half. He knows full well that a “viewpoint” defaming any minority group by linking it to sexual crimes like pedophilia is unacceptable.It is even more toxic in a year when that group has been marginalized and stripped of its rights by ballot initiatives fomenting precisely such fears. “You’ve got to give them hope” was the refrain of the pioneering 1970s gay politician Harvey Milk, so Penn on screen this winter. Milk reminds us that hope has to mean action, not just words.By the historical standards of presidential hubris, Obama’s
But we’re not there yet. Warren’s defamation of gay people illustrates why, as does our president-elect’s rationalization of it. When disingenuous defense of his tone-deaf invitation to Warren is nonetheless a relatively tiny infraction. It’s no Bay of Pigs. But it does add an asterisk to the joyous inaugural of our first black president. It’s bizarre that Obama, of all people, would allow himself to be on the wrong side of this history.Obama defends Warren’s words by calling them an example of the “wide range of viewpoints” in a “diverse and noisy and opinionated” America, he is being too cute by half. He knows full well that a “viewpoint” defaming any minority group by linking it to sexual crimes like pedophilia is unacceptable.It is even more toxic in a year when that group has been marginalized and stripped of its rights by ballot initiatives fomenting precisely such fears. “You’ve got to give them hope” was the refrain of the pioneering 1970s gay politician Harvey Milk, so Penn on screen this winter. Milk reminds us that hope has to mean action, not just words.By the historical standards of presidential hubris, Obama’s
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Ernst Reading A Book
Ernst Reading A BookErnst Der WeiseErnst The MusicianSeignac The Fragrant Iris
Rain gleaming like diamond inlays on the checking of the grip.Truman’s weapon.Find the boy. Shoot him but only in the leg. To keep him from going anywhere. Then hustle back to the garage for another set of keys, another getaway car.Corky the stripped-gear-popped-spring protest of a broken windup toy, the kid had gotten off the driveway, onto the grass. He seemed to be trying to reach a sbench that appeared to be an antique. Approaching, Corky raised the pistol. William Yorn, diligent groundskeeper, monitored every tree and shrub for disease and treated his green wards at the first sign of mold or blight, or pestilence. Occasionally, however, a plant could not be saved, and a replacement was then ordered from a tree broker.could still salvage the plan, for he was the son of chaos as surely as Fric was the son of the biggest movie star in the world, and chaos would not fail its child as the actor had failed his.He rounded the car and saw the boy on his side, kicking at the sodden ground, hitching forward like a crippled crab.Corky went after him.Although Fric proceeded by the strangest form of locomotion that [588] Corky had ever seen, making a thin whistling sound that suggested
Rain gleaming like diamond inlays on the checking of the grip.Truman’s weapon.Find the boy. Shoot him but only in the leg. To keep him from going anywhere. Then hustle back to the garage for another set of keys, another getaway car.Corky the stripped-gear-popped-spring protest of a broken windup toy, the kid had gotten off the driveway, onto the grass. He seemed to be trying to reach a sbench that appeared to be an antique. Approaching, Corky raised the pistol. William Yorn, diligent groundskeeper, monitored every tree and shrub for disease and treated his green wards at the first sign of mold or blight, or pestilence. Occasionally, however, a plant could not be saved, and a replacement was then ordered from a tree broker.could still salvage the plan, for he was the son of chaos as surely as Fric was the son of the biggest movie star in the world, and chaos would not fail its child as the actor had failed his.He rounded the car and saw the boy on his side, kicking at the sodden ground, hitching forward like a crippled crab.Corky went after him.Although Fric proceeded by the strangest form of locomotion that [588] Corky had ever seen, making a thin whistling sound that suggested
Sunday, December 21, 2008
O'Keeffe Red Canna 1923
O'Keeffe Red Canna 1923O'Keeffe Red Canna'24O'Keeffe Red Amaryllis 1937O'Keeffe Radiator Building With Logo
Robbery/Homicide had an open case under the name Laputa. The investigation wasn’t currently active, due to a lack of evidence and leads.Four years ago, a woman named Justine Laputa, age sixty-eight, had been murdered in crime-scene address proved to be the residence that Hazard now had under surveillance.Watching the house 476] Mina Reynerd’s death, by lamp, had been likewise brutal.“Who were the detectives on the case?” Hazard asked.“Walt Sunderland, for one.”“I know him.”“I got lucky,” Laura said, “caught him on minutes ago. Told him I couldn’t right now explain why I needed to know, then asked if he’d had a suspect in that case. Didn’t hesitateas he spoke with Laura, Hazard said, “How did she die?”“The entire file isn’t on , just the open-case extract. According to that, she was bludgeoned to death with a fireplace poker.”Mina Reynerd had been shot in the foot, but the actual cause of her death had been bludgeoning with a marble-and-bronze lamp.A fireplace poker. A heavy lamp. In both cases, the killer had resorted to a blunt instrument near at hand. This might not be proof enough of one modus operandi, one killer, but it was a start.“Justine’s murder was savage, unusually violent,” Laura said. “The medical examiner estimates the killer delivered between forty and fifty blows with the poker.”[
Robbery/Homicide had an open case under the name Laputa. The investigation wasn’t currently active, due to a lack of evidence and leads.Four years ago, a woman named Justine Laputa, age sixty-eight, had been murdered in crime-scene address proved to be the residence that Hazard now had under surveillance.Watching the house 476] Mina Reynerd’s death, by lamp, had been likewise brutal.“Who were the detectives on the case?” Hazard asked.“Walt Sunderland, for one.”“I know him.”“I got lucky,” Laura said, “caught him on minutes ago. Told him I couldn’t right now explain why I needed to know, then asked if he’d had a suspect in that case. Didn’t hesitateas he spoke with Laura, Hazard said, “How did she die?”“The entire file isn’t on , just the open-case extract. According to that, she was bludgeoned to death with a fireplace poker.”Mina Reynerd had been shot in the foot, but the actual cause of her death had been bludgeoning with a marble-and-bronze lamp.A fireplace poker. A heavy lamp. In both cases, the killer had resorted to a blunt instrument near at hand. This might not be proof enough of one modus operandi, one killer, but it was a start.“Justine’s murder was savage, unusually violent,” Laura said. “The medical examiner estimates the killer delivered between forty and fifty blows with the poker.”[
Friday, December 19, 2008
Caravaggio The Crowning with Thorns painting
Caravaggio The Crowning with Thorns paintingCaravaggio Narcissus paintingCaravaggio Madonna di Loreto painting
believed, and probably pitied.Having people pity you was better than having them think that you were as crazy as Barbra Streisand’s two-headed cat.That was one of Ghost Dad’s expressions. When he thought someone didn’t have both oars in the water, he said, “The guy’s as crazy as Barbra Streisand’s two-headed cat.”Years ago, Ghost have figured out which of them really wanted to kill which others.According to Ghost Dad, no one in the business dared tell the truth about anyone else in the because each of them knew [404] that any of the others was capable of conducting a bloody vendetta of such viciousness that it would have scared the shit out of the meanest Mafioso.Barbra Streisand didn’t actually have a two-headed cat. This Was just a “Dad had signed a deal to make a movie directed by Barbra Streisand. Something had gone terribly wrong. Eventually, he backed out of the project.He had never said a negative word about Ms. Streisand. But that didn’t mean they were as friendly and as eager for mutual adventures as all the little animals in The Wind in the Willows.In the , everyone pretended to be friends even if maybe they hated each other’s guts. They were kissy-faced, gushy-lovey, always hugging and backslapping, praising one another so convincingly that Sherlock Holmes couldn’t
believed, and probably pitied.Having people pity you was better than having them think that you were as crazy as Barbra Streisand’s two-headed cat.That was one of Ghost Dad’s expressions. When he thought someone didn’t have both oars in the water, he said, “The guy’s as crazy as Barbra Streisand’s two-headed cat.”Years ago, Ghost have figured out which of them really wanted to kill which others.According to Ghost Dad, no one in the business dared tell the truth about anyone else in the because each of them knew [404] that any of the others was capable of conducting a bloody vendetta of such viciousness that it would have scared the shit out of the meanest Mafioso.Barbra Streisand didn’t actually have a two-headed cat. This Was just a “Dad had signed a deal to make a movie directed by Barbra Streisand. Something had gone terribly wrong. Eventually, he backed out of the project.He had never said a negative word about Ms. Streisand. But that didn’t mean they were as friendly and as eager for mutual adventures as all the little animals in The Wind in the Willows.In the , everyone pretended to be friends even if maybe they hated each other’s guts. They were kissy-faced, gushy-lovey, always hugging and backslapping, praising one another so convincingly that Sherlock Holmes couldn’t
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Frank Dicksee Romeo and Juliet painting
Frank Dicksee Romeo and Juliet paintingPierre Auguste Renoir A Girl with a Watering Can paintingPierre Auguste Renoir La Loge painting
open air, peels would give off an intense banana scent as they darkened. According to the movies, every serial killer had a sense of smell keener than that of a wolf. Banana peels might be the death of Fric if he didn’t stow them in an airtight container.A roll as large as a machete—scary to look at, but unwieldy.Instead, he chose a smaller but formidable knife with a six-inch blade, a wickedly pointed tip, and an edge sharp enough to split a human hair. The thought of cutting a person with it made him queasy.He put the knife on the lower shelf of the cart and covered it with a dishtowel.For the time being, he could think of nothing additional that he needed from the kitchenof paper towels. Several foil-wrapped moist towelettes. Even in hiding, he would want to be neat.[342] From a cupboard filled with Rubbermaid containers, he chose a pair of one-quart, soft-plastic jars with screw-on lids. They would serve in place of the library palm tree.Mr. Hachette, being a deeply unstable person, had stocked the kitchen with ten times more cutlery than would ever be needed even if the entire staff developed knife-throwing acts and ran off to work in carnival sideshows. Three wall racks and four drawers offered enough blades to arm the entire coconut-rich nation of Tuvalu.Fric selected a butcher knife. Proportionate to his size, the blade was
open air, peels would give off an intense banana scent as they darkened. According to the movies, every serial killer had a sense of smell keener than that of a wolf. Banana peels might be the death of Fric if he didn’t stow them in an airtight container.A roll as large as a machete—scary to look at, but unwieldy.Instead, he chose a smaller but formidable knife with a six-inch blade, a wickedly pointed tip, and an edge sharp enough to split a human hair. The thought of cutting a person with it made him queasy.He put the knife on the lower shelf of the cart and covered it with a dishtowel.For the time being, he could think of nothing additional that he needed from the kitchenof paper towels. Several foil-wrapped moist towelettes. Even in hiding, he would want to be neat.[342] From a cupboard filled with Rubbermaid containers, he chose a pair of one-quart, soft-plastic jars with screw-on lids. They would serve in place of the library palm tree.Mr. Hachette, being a deeply unstable person, had stocked the kitchen with ten times more cutlery than would ever be needed even if the entire staff developed knife-throwing acts and ran off to work in carnival sideshows. Three wall racks and four drawers offered enough blades to arm the entire coconut-rich nation of Tuvalu.Fric selected a butcher knife. Proportionate to his size, the blade was
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Jean Francois Millet Man with a hoe painting
Jean Francois Millet Man with a hoe paintingHerbert James Draper The Water Nymph paintingHerbert James Draper Pot Pourri painting
between the display windows, as a young couple in raincoats and hoods strolled by on the sidewalk, led by a golden retriever on a leash.The dog looked up at Ethan, its eyes as wise as they were liquid and dark.“Good evening,” the couple said.Unable to back once more. Then the trio disappeared around the corner.In the street, the traffic was lighter than usual at this hour, moving faster than the weather warranted.Arriving at the red zone near the end of the block, Ethan stood under the last awning—and thought that he might stand there, well and safely back from the street, until dawn reclaimed the city from the night.A long gap appeared in the approaching traffic.With his trembling right hand, he fished his keys from a jacket pocket and thumbed the lock-speak, Ethan nodded.“Tink, let’s go,” the woman urged, and then repeated the command when the dog hesitated.The soaked retriever pranced away, snout lifted to savor the chilly air, followed by its companions.Ethan turned to peer at the florist who still stood behind the counter, past the glass coffins full of roses.Rowena had been staring after him. Now she quickly looked down as though attending to a task.On legs as shaky as his reason, Ethan retraced the route that he had taken to this place, under the sheltering awnings of shops and restaurants, toward the Expedition in the red zone.Ahead, Tink twice glanced back, but didn’t stop.Passing a restaurant bejeweled with candlelight and sparkling [175] tableware, the end of the block, the dog looked
between the display windows, as a young couple in raincoats and hoods strolled by on the sidewalk, led by a golden retriever on a leash.The dog looked up at Ethan, its eyes as wise as they were liquid and dark.“Good evening,” the couple said.Unable to back once more. Then the trio disappeared around the corner.In the street, the traffic was lighter than usual at this hour, moving faster than the weather warranted.Arriving at the red zone near the end of the block, Ethan stood under the last awning—and thought that he might stand there, well and safely back from the street, until dawn reclaimed the city from the night.A long gap appeared in the approaching traffic.With his trembling right hand, he fished his keys from a jacket pocket and thumbed the lock-speak, Ethan nodded.“Tink, let’s go,” the woman urged, and then repeated the command when the dog hesitated.The soaked retriever pranced away, snout lifted to savor the chilly air, followed by its companions.Ethan turned to peer at the florist who still stood behind the counter, past the glass coffins full of roses.Rowena had been staring after him. Now she quickly looked down as though attending to a task.On legs as shaky as his reason, Ethan retraced the route that he had taken to this place, under the sheltering awnings of shops and restaurants, toward the Expedition in the red zone.Ahead, Tink twice glanced back, but didn’t stop.Passing a restaurant bejeweled with candlelight and sparkling [175] tableware, the end of the block, the dog looked
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
John Singer Sargent Sargent Poppies painting
John Singer Sargent Sargent Poppies paintingJohn Singer Sargent A Boating Party paintingLord Frederick Leighton Nude on the Beach paintingLord Frederick Leighton Leighton Idyll painting
unforgettable evening.Fric wondered if all that effort and expense was worthwhile. At the end of the night, half the guests departed so drunk or so drug-fried that in the morning they wouldn’t remember where they had been.If you sat them in lawn chairs, gave them bags of burgers, and provided tanker trucks of wine, they would get wasted as usual. Then they’d puke their guts out as usual, collapse into unconsciousness as usual, and wake up the next day none the wiser.Because he was chief of security, Mr. Truman had two lines in his apartment, one personal and Only .The groundskeeper had a line of his own, but the totally scary [98] chef, Mr. Hachette, and the happy cook, Mr. Baptiste, shared one of Mrs. McBee’s lines.Ms. Hepplewhite, personal assistant to Ghost Dad, had two lines for her use.Freddie Nielander, the famous supermodel known in Fricsylvania as Nominal Mom, had a dedicated phone line here, although she had Dad nearly ten years ago and had stayed overnight less than ten times since then.Ghost Dad once told Freddie that he called her line every now and then, hoping she would answer and would tell him that she had come back to him at last and forever.Ha, ha, ha. Ha, ha, ha.
unforgettable evening.Fric wondered if all that effort and expense was worthwhile. At the end of the night, half the guests departed so drunk or so drug-fried that in the morning they wouldn’t remember where they had been.If you sat them in lawn chairs, gave them bags of burgers, and provided tanker trucks of wine, they would get wasted as usual. Then they’d puke their guts out as usual, collapse into unconsciousness as usual, and wake up the next day none the wiser.Because he was chief of security, Mr. Truman had two lines in his apartment, one personal and Only .The groundskeeper had a line of his own, but the totally scary [98] chef, Mr. Hachette, and the happy cook, Mr. Baptiste, shared one of Mrs. McBee’s lines.Ms. Hepplewhite, personal assistant to Ghost Dad, had two lines for her use.Freddie Nielander, the famous supermodel known in Fricsylvania as Nominal Mom, had a dedicated phone line here, although she had Dad nearly ten years ago and had stayed overnight less than ten times since then.Ghost Dad once told Freddie that he called her line every now and then, hoping she would answer and would tell him that she had come back to him at last and forever.Ha, ha, ha. Ha, ha, ha.
Winslow Homer West Point Prout's Neck painting
Winslow Homer West Point Prout's Neck paintingWinslow Homer The Herring Net paintingWinslow Homer The Fog Warning paintingWinslow Homer Rowing Home painting
cameras operated 24/7. From the security office in the groundskeeper’s building and from several points in the house, any videocàm in the system could be accessed if you knew the command.Several televisions in the house and a bank of six in the security office could receive the video feed from any camera. One TV could display as many as four views simultaneously in quarter-screen format. Therefore, the security team was able to study images from as many as twenty-fourbullshitted each other. If an alarm was triggered, however, they could have an immediate, close look at whatever corner of the estate had been violated. Camera by camera, they would be able to track an intruder as he moved from one field of view into another.From the security-office keyboard, a guard could direct the video [13] feed from any of the eighty-six sources to a VCR. The system included twelve VCRs capable of simultaneously recording forty-eight feeds in quarter-screen format.Even if a guard were not paying attention, motion detectors associated with each camera would instigate automatic recording of that field of vision when any living thing larger than a dog passed through its area of responsibility.At 3:32 A.M. the previous night, motion detectors related to Camera 01, which ceaselessly
cameras operated 24/7. From the security office in the groundskeeper’s building and from several points in the house, any videocàm in the system could be accessed if you knew the command.Several televisions in the house and a bank of six in the security office could receive the video feed from any camera. One TV could display as many as four views simultaneously in quarter-screen format. Therefore, the security team was able to study images from as many as twenty-fourbullshitted each other. If an alarm was triggered, however, they could have an immediate, close look at whatever corner of the estate had been violated. Camera by camera, they would be able to track an intruder as he moved from one field of view into another.From the security-office keyboard, a guard could direct the video [13] feed from any of the eighty-six sources to a VCR. The system included twelve VCRs capable of simultaneously recording forty-eight feeds in quarter-screen format.Even if a guard were not paying attention, motion detectors associated with each camera would instigate automatic recording of that field of vision when any living thing larger than a dog passed through its area of responsibility.At 3:32 A.M. the previous night, motion detectors related to Camera 01, which ceaselessly
Sunday, December 7, 2008
George Inness Peace and Plenty painting
George Inness Peace and Plenty paintingGeorge Inness Home at Montclair paintingGeorge Inness Fisherman in a Stream paintingGeorge Inness Delaware Water Gap painting
, and it may point to no more than spies of Mordor roaming on the slopes of Amon Lhaw. I have never heard before of Orcs upon Amon Hen. Yet Company that has travelled so far in fellowship? Shall we turn west with Boromir and go to the wars of Gondor; or turn east to the Fear and Shadow; or shall we break our fellowship and go this way and that as each may choose? Whatever we do must be done soon. We cannot long halt here. The enemy is on the eastern shore, we know; but I fear that the Orcs may already be on this side of the water.'There was a long silence in which no one spoke or moved.who knows what may happen in these evil days, now that Minas Tirith no longer holds secure the passages of Anduin. We must go warily tomorrow.'The day came like fire and smoke. Low in the East there were black bars of cloud like the fumes of a great burning. The rising sun lit them from beneath with flames of murky red; but soon it climbed above them into a clear sky. The summit of Tol Brandir was tipped with gold. Frodo looked out eastward and gazed at the tall island. Its sides sprang sheer out of the running water. High up above the tall cliffs were steep slopes upon which trees climbed, mounting one head above another; and above them again were grey faces of inaccessible rock, crowned by a great spire of stone. Many birds were circling about it, but no sign of other living things could be seen.When they had eaten, Aragorn called the Company together. `The day has come at last,' he said: 'the day of choice which we have long delayed. What shall now become of our
, and it may point to no more than spies of Mordor roaming on the slopes of Amon Lhaw. I have never heard before of Orcs upon Amon Hen. Yet Company that has travelled so far in fellowship? Shall we turn west with Boromir and go to the wars of Gondor; or turn east to the Fear and Shadow; or shall we break our fellowship and go this way and that as each may choose? Whatever we do must be done soon. We cannot long halt here. The enemy is on the eastern shore, we know; but I fear that the Orcs may already be on this side of the water.'There was a long silence in which no one spoke or moved.who knows what may happen in these evil days, now that Minas Tirith no longer holds secure the passages of Anduin. We must go warily tomorrow.'The day came like fire and smoke. Low in the East there were black bars of cloud like the fumes of a great burning. The rising sun lit them from beneath with flames of murky red; but soon it climbed above them into a clear sky. The summit of Tol Brandir was tipped with gold. Frodo looked out eastward and gazed at the tall island. Its sides sprang sheer out of the running water. High up above the tall cliffs were steep slopes upon which trees climbed, mounting one head above another; and above them again were grey faces of inaccessible rock, crowned by a great spire of stone. Many birds were circling about it, but no sign of other living things could be seen.When they had eaten, Aragorn called the Company together. `The day has come at last,' he said: 'the day of choice which we have long delayed. What shall now become of our
Friday, December 5, 2008
Thomas Kinkade Victorian Christmas painting
Thomas Kinkade Victorian Christmas paintingThomas Kinkade Lamplight bridge painting
head of the glen a torrent flowed like a white lace over an endless ladder of short falls, and a mist of foam hung in the air about the mountains' feet.`Yonder is the Dimrill Stair,' said Aragorn, pointing to the falls. 'Down the deep-cloven way that climbs beside the torrent we should have come, if fortune had been kinder.'`Or Caradhras less cruel,' said Gimli. `There he stands smiling in the sun! ' He shook his fist at the furthest of the snow-capped peaks
Thomas Kinkade Stillwater Cottage paintingVincent van Gogh Wheat Fields painting
`At least we may yet be avenged. Let us gird ourselves and weep no more! Come! We have a long road, and much to do.'They rose and looked about them. Northward the dale ran up into a glen of shadows between two great arms of the mountains, above which three white peaks were shining: Celebdil, Fanuidhol, Caradhras. the Mountains of Moria. At the and turned away.To the east the outflung arm of the mountains marched to a sudden end, and far lands could be descried beyond them, wide and vague. To the south the Misty Mountains receded endlessly as far as sight could reach. Less than a mile away, and a little below them, for they still stood high up on the west side of the dale, there lay a mere. It was long and oval, shaped like a great spear-head thrust deep into the northern glen; but its southern end was beyond the shadows under the
head of the glen a torrent flowed like a white lace over an endless ladder of short falls, and a mist of foam hung in the air about the mountains' feet.`Yonder is the Dimrill Stair,' said Aragorn, pointing to the falls. 'Down the deep-cloven way that climbs beside the torrent we should have come, if fortune had been kinder.'`Or Caradhras less cruel,' said Gimli. `There he stands smiling in the sun! ' He shook his fist at the furthest of the snow-capped peaks
Thomas Kinkade Stillwater Cottage paintingVincent van Gogh Wheat Fields painting
`At least we may yet be avenged. Let us gird ourselves and weep no more! Come! We have a long road, and much to do.'They rose and looked about them. Northward the dale ran up into a glen of shadows between two great arms of the mountains, above which three white peaks were shining: Celebdil, Fanuidhol, Caradhras. the Mountains of Moria. At the and turned away.To the east the outflung arm of the mountains marched to a sudden end, and far lands could be descried beyond them, wide and vague. To the south the Misty Mountains receded endlessly as far as sight could reach. Less than a mile away, and a little below them, for they still stood high up on the west side of the dale, there lay a mere. It was long and oval, shaped like a great spear-head thrust deep into the northern glen; but its southern end was beyond the shadows under the
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Guido Reni paintings
Guido Reni paintingsGeorge Inness paintings
was hot when I first took it, hot as a glede, and my hand was scorched, so that I doubt if ever again I shall be free of the pain of it. Yet even as I write it is cooled, and it seemeth to shrink, though it loseth neither its beauty nor its shape. Already it, which at first was as clear as red flame, fadeth and is now only barely to be read. It isin an elven-script of Eregion, for they have no letters in Mordor for such subtle work; but the language is unknown to me. I deem it to be a tongue of the Black Land, since it is foul and uncouth. What evil it saith I do not know; but I trace here a copy of it, lest it fade beyond recall. The Ring misseth, maybe, the heat of Sauron's hand,
Herbert James Draper paintingsHessam Abrishami paintings
burned like fire, and so Gil-galad was destroyed; and maybe were the gold made hot again, thewould be refreshed. But for my part I will risk no hurt to this thing: of all the works of Sauron the only fair. It is precious to me, though I buy it with great pain.'When I read these words, my quest was ended. For the traced as Isildur guessed, in the tongue of Mordor and the servants of the Tower. And what was said therein was already known
was hot when I first took it, hot as a glede, and my hand was scorched, so that I doubt if ever again I shall be free of the pain of it. Yet even as I write it is cooled, and it seemeth to shrink, though it loseth neither its beauty nor its shape. Already it, which at first was as clear as red flame, fadeth and is now only barely to be read. It isin an elven-script of Eregion, for they have no letters in Mordor for such subtle work; but the language is unknown to me. I deem it to be a tongue of the Black Land, since it is foul and uncouth. What evil it saith I do not know; but I trace here a copy of it, lest it fade beyond recall. The Ring misseth, maybe, the heat of Sauron's hand,
Herbert James Draper paintingsHessam Abrishami paintings
burned like fire, and so Gil-galad was destroyed; and maybe were the gold made hot again, thewould be refreshed. But for my part I will risk no hurt to this thing: of all the works of Sauron the only fair. It is precious to me, though I buy it with great pain.'When I read these words, my quest was ended. For the traced as Isildur guessed, in the tongue of Mordor and the servants of the Tower. And what was said therein was already known
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Stubbs A Foxhound,Ringwod
Stubbs A Foxhound,RingwodStubbs A Bay Hunter With Two SpanielsKnight flowers in bloomSea of Cortez Cabo San Lucas
'When did you last see Gandalf?' asked Frodo. 'Do you know where he is, or what he is doing?'Strider looked grave. 'I do not know,' he said. 'I came west with him in the spring. I have often kept watch on the borders of the Shire in the last few years, when he was busy elsewhere. He seldom left it unguarded. We last met on the first of May: at Sam Ford down the Brandywine. He told me that with you had gone well, and that you would be starting for Rivendell in the last week of September. As I knew he was at your side, I went away on a journey of my own. And that has proved ill; for plainly some news reached him, and I was not at hand to help.'I am told me that you had left your but there was no news of your leaving Buckland. I have been watching the East Road anxiously.''Do you think the Black Riders have anything to do with it - with Gandalf's absence, I mean?' asked Frodo.'I do not know of anything else that could have hindered him, except the Enemy himself,' said troubled, for the first time since I have known him. We should have had messages, even if he could not come himself. When I returned, many days ago, I heard the ill news. The tidings had gone far and wide that Gandalf was missing and the horsemen had been seen. It was the Elven-folk of Gildor that told me this; and later they
'When did you last see Gandalf?' asked Frodo. 'Do you know where he is, or what he is doing?'Strider looked grave. 'I do not know,' he said. 'I came west with him in the spring. I have often kept watch on the borders of the Shire in the last few years, when he was busy elsewhere. He seldom left it unguarded. We last met on the first of May: at Sam Ford down the Brandywine. He told me that with you had gone well, and that you would be starting for Rivendell in the last week of September. As I knew he was at your side, I went away on a journey of my own. And that has proved ill; for plainly some news reached him, and I was not at hand to help.'I am told me that you had left your but there was no news of your leaving Buckland. I have been watching the East Road anxiously.''Do you think the Black Riders have anything to do with it - with Gandalf's absence, I mean?' asked Frodo.'I do not know of anything else that could have hindered him, except the Enemy himself,' said troubled, for the first time since I have known him. We should have had messages, even if he could not come himself. When I returned, many days ago, I heard the ill news. The tidings had gone far and wide that Gandalf was missing and the horsemen had been seen. It was the Elven-folk of Gildor that told me this; and later they
Monday, December 1, 2008
Caillebotte The Parc Monceau
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see Elves now, nor dragons, nor mountains, that I want - I don’t rightly know what I want: but I have something to do before the end, and it lies ahead, not in the Shire. I must see it through, sir, if you understand me.’‘I don’t altogether. But I understand that Gandalf chose me a good companion. I am content. We will go together.’Frodo finished his breakfast in silence. Then standing up he looked over the land ahead, and am going to cut straight across country from here.’‘Then you are going to fly,’ said Pippin. ‘You won’t cut straight on foot anywhere in this country.’‘We can cut straighter than the road anyway,’ answered Frodo. ‘The Ferry is east from Woodhall; but the hard road curves away to the left – you can see a bend of it away north over there. It goes round called to Pippin.‘All ready to start?’ he said as Pippin ran up. ‘We must be getting off at once. We slept late; and there are a good many miles to go.’‘You slept late, you mean,’ said Pippin. ‘I was up long before; and we are only waiting for you to finish eating and thinking.’‘I have finished both now. And I am going to make for Bucklebury Ferry as quickly as possible. I am not going out of the way, back to the road we left last night: I the north end of the Marish so as to strike the causeway from the Bridge above Stock. But that is
see Elves now, nor dragons, nor mountains, that I want - I don’t rightly know what I want: but I have something to do before the end, and it lies ahead, not in the Shire. I must see it through, sir, if you understand me.’‘I don’t altogether. But I understand that Gandalf chose me a good companion. I am content. We will go together.’Frodo finished his breakfast in silence. Then standing up he looked over the land ahead, and am going to cut straight across country from here.’‘Then you are going to fly,’ said Pippin. ‘You won’t cut straight on foot anywhere in this country.’‘We can cut straighter than the road anyway,’ answered Frodo. ‘The Ferry is east from Woodhall; but the hard road curves away to the left – you can see a bend of it away north over there. It goes round called to Pippin.‘All ready to start?’ he said as Pippin ran up. ‘We must be getting off at once. We slept late; and there are a good many miles to go.’‘You slept late, you mean,’ said Pippin. ‘I was up long before; and we are only waiting for you to finish eating and thinking.’‘I have finished both now. And I am going to make for Bucklebury Ferry as quickly as possible. I am not going out of the way, back to the road we left last night: I the north end of the Marish so as to strike the causeway from the Bridge above Stock. But that is
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