Ruby Tuesday

Ruby  Tuesday

Here's a pretty amaryllis at Michael's craft store.

Soon there'll be real RED flowers to post for our Ruby Tuesday.

What have you got for RT?

Shadow Shot Sunday

A shadow from my  front door in my vestibule leading to my living room that caught my eye as I passed.

Visit Tracy at Shadow Shot Sunday...

Fascinating Book Covers

Yard Art on Thursdays

This is a photo from the Internet. Will be posting my own photos when the weather gets better and the snow isn't covering the lovely Yard Art.

Wordless Wednesday

Here's the link for Wordless Wednesday...

Ruby Tuesday

RUBY TUESDAY ROSE

Stained Glass Windows with a little bit of dark RED

And some RED inside.

Let's see what you all have for today...

Do you like the Ruby Tuesday Rose?

My Philosophy of Life - John Ashbery

Just when I thought there wasn't room enough
for another thought in my head, I had this great idea--
call it a philosophy of life, if you will.  Briefly,
it involved living the way philosophers live,
according to a set of principles. OK, but which ones?

That was the hardest part, I admit, but I had a
kind of dark foreknowledge of what it would be like.
Everything, from eating watermelon or going to the bathroom
or just standing on a subway platform, lost in thought
for a few minutes, or worrying about rain forests,
would be affected, or more precisely, inflected
by my new attitude.  I wouldn't be preachy,
or worry about children and old people, except
in the general way prescribed by our clockwork universe.
Instead I'd sort of let things be what they are
while injecting them with the serum of the new moral climate
I thought I'd stumbled into, as a stranger
accidentally presses against a panel and a bookcase slides back,
revealing a winding staircase with greenish light
somewhere down below, and he automatically steps inside
and the bookcase slides shut, as is customary on such occasions.
At once a fragrance overwhelms him--not saffron, not lavender,
but something in between.  He thinks of cushions, like the one
his uncle's Boston bull terrier used to lie on watching him
quizzically, pointed ear-tips folded over. And then the great rush 
is on.  Not a single idea emerges from it.  It's enough
to disgust you with thought.  But then you remember something
   William James
wrote in some book of his you never read--it was fine, it had the
   fineness,
the powder of life dusted over it, by chance, of course, yet
   still looking
for evidence of fingerprints. Someone had handled it
even before he formulated it, though the thought was his and
   his alone.

It's fine, in summer, to visit the seashore.
There are lots of little trips to be made.
A grove of fledgling aspens welcomes the traveler.  Nearby
are the public toilets where weary pilgrims have carved
their names and addresses, and perhaps messages as well,
messages to the world, as they sat
and thought about what they'd do after using the toilet
and washing their hands at the sink, prior to stepping out
into the open again.  Had they been coaxed in by principles,
and were their words philosophy, of however crude a sort?
I confess I can move no farther along this train of thought--
something's blocking it.  Something I'm 
not big enough to see over.  Or maybe I'm frankly scared.
What was the matter with how I acted before?
But maybe I can come up with a compromise--I'll let
things be what they are, sort of.  In the autumn I'll put up jellies
and preserves, against the winter cold and futility,
and that will be a human thing, and intelligent as well.
I won't be embarrassed by my friends' dumb remarks,
or even my own, though admittedly that's the hardest part,
as when you are in a crowded theater and something you say
riles the spectator in front of you, who doesn't even like the idea
of two people near him talking together. Well he's 
got to be flushed out so the hunters can have a crack at him--
this thing works both ways, you know. You can't always
be worrying about others and keeping track of yourself
at the same time.  That would be abusive, and about as much fun
as attending the wedding of two people you don't know.
Still, there's a lot of fun to be had in the gaps between ideas.
That's what they're made for!  Now I want you to go out there
and enjoy yourself, and yes, enjoy your philosophy of life, too.
They don't come along every day. Look out!  There's a big one...

Yard Art on Thursdays

The royal lion stands guard at side of this house in Douglaston, NY

Wordless Wednesday

Shade and Shadow

Ruby Tuesday

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY  

on RUBY TUESDAY

How wonderful Ruby Tuesday and Valentine's Day coincide this year! Show us what you have for both days...

Shadow Shot Sunday

A baby is buried in Potter's Field of Greenwood Cemetery, Brooklyn.

Go over and visit Tracy and all the other people who post for Shadow Shot Sunday.

Mubarak steps down

What's in store for Egypt now?

Let's hope peace and freedom and democratic elections...

Fascinating book covers

I bought this beautifully designed crossword puzzle book. The puzzles are relatively easy and a great way to pass the time.

Yard Art on Thursdays

Here's a little gnome for the yard. It's sitting on the shelf in Rite Aid Pharmacy waiting for someone to buy him for the Spring.

Wordless Wednesday

Greenwood Cemetery, Brooklyn, NY

Ruby Tuesday

A sweet little bear devil for Valentine's Day makes my Ruby Tuesday.

Mr. Linky is below. Let me know you've posted for RT today.

Shadow Shot Sunday

Gung Hay Fat Choy!

Happy New Year to my Chinese Friends!

Fascinating Book Covers

Silver filigree book cover
La Route D'Emeraude
Demolder, Eugene.
US$ 1800.00

Yard Art on Thursdays - YES

I'm going out today and if I'm lucky enough to see some Yard Art I'll post it later on. All there is as far as I can see is SNOW, SNOW, SNOW!

I found something that would be great to use for yard art:

But it was on the shelf in Rite Aide Pharmacy... LOL!

Wordless Wednesday

Main Street, Flushing, Queens, NY