tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100640878581081403.post5716898002881524826..comments2023-12-16T23:54:45.620+13:00Comments on . . . All Finite Things Reveal Infinitude . . . : Reminders of firefliesClaire Beynonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00005365677016923903noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100640878581081403.post-4541446224046130412011-07-08T14:04:25.372+12:002011-07-08T14:04:25.372+12:00Thank you, Claire. I've been fighting against ...Thank you, Claire. I've been fighting against a large river it seems, perhaps I should go with the current for a while. I fight too hard sometimes, which isn't bad until I become exhausted - I think I'm there. I'm headed to the river maybe tomorrow night for certain Saturday and last time I was there the fireflies turned into trees, covered them, became the leaves. I'll try to capture them this weekend. Do you have them in NZ? I didn't have them in California where I grew up, but I've always loved them. <br />Xoxo<br />RachRachelVBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10312736736551027564noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100640878581081403.post-14119757384246755232010-02-08T23:17:10.039+13:002010-02-08T23:17:10.039+13:00Greetings, Reading the Signs - and welcome!
Than...Greetings, Reading the Signs - and welcome! <br /><br />Thank you for joining the conversation. I'm looking forward to visiting your blog today. <br /><br />Keep warm in your Northern Hemisphere light. <br /><br />L, CClaire Beynonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00005365677016923903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100640878581081403.post-49976912512762646732010-02-08T23:13:28.554+13:002010-02-08T23:13:28.554+13:00Hi PamelaMM - I've always loved the word '...Hi PamelaMM - I've always loved the word 'phosphorescence'! For me, it's all enchantment, effervescence, luminescence. Quite aside from the allure of our mysterious, flickering bio-sphere... 'phosphorescence' makes the perfect ArtScience word! <br /><br />Parsley coming your way later this week?Claire Beynonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00005365677016923903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100640878581081403.post-69085619615525268532010-02-08T23:00:56.058+13:002010-02-08T23:00:56.058+13:00T. Clear - hello! I love the sound of your 'ba...T. Clear - hello! I love the sound of your 'bakery days', 'the salt water of Puget Sound' (a place that sounds ever so familiar but that I'll need to visit on Google), 'the firing-up of the ovens... ' <br /><br />Once upon a time, I met a young woman on an airplane; it wasn't long before she started telling about her job - her passion - and how much she loved it. She was a pastry & bread chef and was en-route to the kitchen at the South Pole! She was knitting as we flew South - a small rug, she said, for her sister - and spoke with such passion about her job, her vocation. SHe loved what she did, said she found rising yeast a joy, and plaiting dough a meditative exercise. When she got stressed, she'd knead bread; its warmth and smell never failed to calm her. When I was a girl I dreamed of starting up a bakery... you actually did it. (When you write about food on your blog, you get us all salivating!) <br /><br />I'm sending you some e-parsley... <br /><br />There you go... <br /><br />Did you get it? Can you smell it? Taste it? It's chock-full of NZ Summer. <br /><br />Enjoy!Claire Beynonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00005365677016923903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100640878581081403.post-24641735437590922612010-02-08T22:45:31.276+13:002010-02-08T22:45:31.276+13:00Hi Mim - I've been moving in slow motion these...Hi Mim - I've been moving in slow motion these past few days, more like an axolotl than a firefly; life (or perhaps 'tis I) seem(s) to be a matter of flames and ash, flare, then crash... if nothing else, it keeps me on my toes.<br /><br />I've enjoyed wandering Meridian Street and its surrounds with you during the weeks you've been holidaying there. The walkways are full of characters and colour - and you have such a terrific eye for detail. <br /><br />That blue is something, isn't it? The odd thing was that it wasn't in evidence until the camera captured it in this photograph. Does this make the eye more or less accurate than the camera, I wonder? <br /><br />Congrats on this evening's Saints/Superbowl victory! The event was enthusiastically covered on Radio NZ's news today! <br /><br />L, CClaire Beynonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00005365677016923903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100640878581081403.post-73178745722059940612010-02-08T11:32:07.045+13:002010-02-08T11:32:07.045+13:00Yes, the quality of light is so different in winte...Yes, the quality of light is so different in winter (here on the other side of the world). Enjoyed your reflections about light and energy.Reading the Signshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06338983880105866139noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100640878581081403.post-71261822587431377822010-02-06T09:08:32.513+13:002010-02-06T09:08:32.513+13:00p.s. yes please. I would love a small parsel y xp.s. yes please. I would love a small parsel y xPam Morrisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01422149903301168261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100640878581081403.post-71832134612835824082010-02-06T09:07:29.269+13:002010-02-06T09:07:29.269+13:00Bird-sized fireflies - wow! I'd also mind pict...Bird-sized fireflies - wow! I'd also mind pictured fireflies as teenie tiny tinkerbell lights - airborne glowworms. I remember seeing the sea at Waiheke Island light up with phosphorescence (too scientific a word for such a magical sight.) It was breath taking. Do I feel it in the air now? Too busy getting ready for school to notice, but it's a good thought that the plankton (firefly beetles) might be in the absorbing phase, in order to radiate when the light dims.Pam Morrisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01422149903301168261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100640878581081403.post-74170618229840196062010-02-04T17:18:30.378+13:002010-02-04T17:18:30.378+13:00In my bakery days, some of the best times were the...In my bakery days, some of the best times were the 5:30am summer mornings: instead of car exhaust on the busy highway, I could smell the salt water of Puget Sound. Pink sky, quiet, and the firing-up of the ovens. Lovely stuff to remember!<br /><br />I would <i>love</i> some parsley. Alas. Can you send some by e'mail?!T. https://www.blogger.com/profile/16509409207991963533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100640878581081403.post-86252602787879947312010-02-04T11:04:06.866+13:002010-02-04T11:04:06.866+13:00Yes, sometimes the early morning comes with a crac...Yes, sometimes the early morning comes with a crackling charge--super-alertness.<br /><br />I share your love of fireflies. <br /><br />That's some blue in your photo!Mimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13039776441665375475noreply@blogger.com