An Embrace.
From my Oman files.
Unfortunately these two trees no longer live, cut down during a redevelopment of the housing complex where I lived when in Oman.
For those who have no idea what an Ent is – see this link from the great encyclopædia in the sky: Ents
Slight re-work of an old negative from Jebel Shams in Oman. I remember it being a cold and rather foggy morning when I made this.
One of the trees that I loved to visit: it was not giving up, even though about 90% of it was dead. Growing at about 9700ft and had probably been hit by lightning at some time in its life.
A tangle of branches.
This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back. You take the blue pill – the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill – you stay in Wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes. Remember, all I’m offering is the truth – nothing more.
Morpheus: The Matrix.
Caught an Ent on the move.
…Don’t you see that the whole aim of Newspeak is to narrow the range of thought? In the end we shall make thought-crime literally impossible, because there will be no words in which to express it. Every concept that can ever be needed will be expressed by exactly one word, with its meaning rigidly defined and all its subsidiary meanings rubbed out and forgotten. . . . The process will still be continuing long after you and I are dead. Every year fewer and fewer words, and the range of consciousness always a little smaller. Even now, of course, there’s no reason or excuse for commiting thought-crime. It’s merely a question of self-discipline, reality-control. But in the end there won’t be any need even for that…. . . .George Orwell.
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Nature will have its way.
The light.
This fence has seen better days.
The snow has gone now, but nice while it lasted.
Nut & bolt
Clive Staples Lewis: 29 November 1898 – 22 November 1963. C S Lewis began his academic career as an undergraduate student at Oxford University, earning a triple first.
Elected a Fellow of Magdalen College, Oxford, where he worked from 1925 to 1954. Then In 1954, he was awarded the newly founded chair of Mediaeval and Renaissance Literature at Cambridge University
The Chronicles of Narnia, a series of seven novels that are considered a classic of children’s literature. Written between 1949 and 1954.
Like J.R.R Tolkien ‘The Hobbit’ and Arthur Ransome ‘Swallows and Amazons series’ which also maybe considered children’s books, they have become firm favourites for very many adults as well.
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The connection between Great Malvern gas lamps and this series of books, was a story that C.S Lewis is said to have been inspired by them for his opening description of Narnia in The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe. Walking home from a Malvern pub one snowy night with his friends J.R.R Tolkien and George Sayer; while looking at the gas lamps, was said to have remarked how such imagery would be well suited in a future book, true? I’m not sure, but it’s a nice story.
All three authors spent many happy hours walking in the Malvern hills, so maybe there was inspiration for many of the books.
Also, did anyone realise why I titled the image posted before the gas lamp ‘I spy with my little eye’ it was because, on a pole middle right of the photograph is a surveillance camera.
One of the gas lamps in Great Malvern.
I wonder who can guess which series of books I am reading.
I spy with my little eye.
No snow falling for the last two days: I remember an old saying among hill farming shepherds from when I was knee high to a grasshopper “if the snow hangs around for more than a couple of days, there will be more” so it’s probably going to stay cold for a while yet.
Music that takes the cares of the world away.
“The object in life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane.”
Meditations, Marcus Aurelius
A rather cold day.
Snow No3.
Snow No2.
Been a day of snow, although not much (yet) it has made a change from all the rain.
Nice when it’s dry !
Cold !
Remembering summer on a cold and wet day.
