Nothing we can ever do repays what our Mom does for us but that’s ok. We can keep hoping to be as giving.
Billy Collins reads his poem, The Lanyard.
Nothing we can ever do repays what our Mom does for us but that’s ok. We can keep hoping to be as giving.
Billy Collins reads his poem, The Lanyard.
Seen at the east-most bridge over the Kinderhook in Brainard tonight. Made me turn around to take a closer look. (Common Merganser, Male in the elegant black and white plumage, and Female with the reddish head and crest)
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Saw this on Sandra Donabed’s Blog and couldn’t resist it… it’s everything I need – color chart or wheel, blue, sky, attempt to make sense of it all… just give it over here! She wrote:
We’re talking values here, values of cyan. An 18th century instrument designed to measure the blueness of the sky called a Cyanometer. The simple device was invented in 1789 by Swiss physicist Horace-Bénédict de Saussure and German naturalist Alexander von Humboldt who used the circular array of 53 shaded sections in experiments above the skies over Geneva, Chamonix and Mont Blanc.

cyanometer
measuring the sky’s blueness
blue beyond namingcyanometer
measuring the range of sky
blue beyond namingmeasure it, name it
hang the sky on cloudy wall
cyanometermeasuring the sky
tease out all the colors blue
hang it on my wall.
Words ought to be a little wild, for they are the assault of thoughts on the unthinking. — John Maynard Keynes

