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Jack London’s “White Fang”

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Yeah I know, everyone loves The Four Seasons.

But there is only one man who plays them like THAT.

When I was younger, I used to listen to this piece for hours on end, the stereo cranked up so that there was nothing else in the world but music, booming out of my room. When other teenagers played punk and metal, I played Vivaldi. Believe me, Vivaldi IS punk and metal. In a way.

Behold: Nigel Kennedy, playing Vivaldi, The Four Seasons, Winter.

(Oh, btw: I listened to punk and metal, too )

A pregnant sea horse male. You did know that Mr. seahorse carries the babies, right?

Young Sea Horse

Taken at the Sea Life Center. Photographing into a glass container is a bitch. This is a young one, by the way.

Word: Hummed
Form: Ballad

The moon reflects on white-washed dunes
The sea gleams silver in the night
A voice drifts over, ancient tunes
Hummed by an immemorial wight.

A face, all wrinkled, green with moss
Peeks out of the abyssal sea
Its tune is heavy with old loss,
With pain, with longing and a plea.

The creature sings ’bout love long gone
A promise that was made in vain,
About a game where it’s the pawn
Where treason called a horrid bane.

A hint of stories far beyond
All mortal grasp or sympathy.
I cannot bear it – and I don’t,
I turn and run, I have to flee!

I leave the nightly dunes behind
get back into my lively flow.
The stories that the song entwined
Are gone now. I will never know.

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Tomorrow’s word: aerobics

We’re back from vacations, and I brought some pics, for those interested. (Click the thumbs for a larger image).

Starring: An island, up in the North Sea:

My man

and me.

And the li’ll one, getting cuter with each day. Here’s Joshua:

Forgotten someone? Oh, right: The puppy! I wouldn’t go anywhere without Paula:

Joshua took a pirate cruise. Here he is, in front of the pirate ship, looking as grim as he can:

And here he is, surrounded by some of his fellow apprentice pirates. It was conglomerate cuteness.

Best thing for him? was that they actually let the kids stir the ship. Like, really. Here he is, concentrating veryvery hard.

At the beach, Joshua caught tons of crabs, herrings and prawns (both baby ones) with his dip net. They were easy prey once the water retreated to low tide. But he all let them go again safe and sound, don’t worry.

He looks so grown-up all of a sudden…

Foehr is an island of roses. There are roses everywhere, shading the walkways and covering the houses.

And there were storks everywhere, living on the rooftops.

Here’s a nice one of Joshua and me.

His hair is almost longer than mine, now. He wants to let it grow longer still.

Attention: Cuteness alert!

This lovely fountain actually belongs to a small restaurant, where the rosegarden is full of hidden little treasures to look at.

So that was it. Photo taken on the ferry back – and it was raining, too. Josh’s still smiling, though.

Bonus: Seagulls and sea swallows. I liked the eerie feel about it.