Makes me wonder what was going through Monet’s mind? “Every other painter in this area is doing a beautiful rendition of the actual architecture. What is the true impression on the mind of this that is illuminated by a sunset? And what part of the structure (and it’s effect on the overall gestalt) is most critical and worthy of being included?” I guess that’s why I was never an artist, because it took me too many years to appreciate the feeling behind it.
That light, at its low angle, strengthened by being reflected off the water, is very bright, but in a different way from high noon.
The latter criply illuminates the things you see… including those architectural details.
But think of driving towards the sunset.
The oblique, bright orange rays fill your eyes, and obliterate details of your surroundings… One reason it can be a dangerous time to drive.
That late-day sun is captured on this canvas, flooding the scene, becoming the subject of it…. turning buildings, sky and water into splashes of reflected light.
Guys are so literal, it’s important to be just a little bit mysterious and enigmatic while being subtly alluring. They’ll grow up someday and appreciate you for who you really are (maybe).
It reminds me of one of my all time favorite movies… still really funny in spite of being made in 1938.
“Bringing Up Baby” stars Katherine Hepburn as a scatterbrained society girl and Cary Grant as a belegured paleontologist.
Among other crazy things in the plot, her little dog runs off with the recently discovered missing bone from a dinosaur skeleton Grant has been assembling for years, and buries it.
Saw a group do “Nashville Cats” at the the Blue grass Festival in Thomas Point over the Labor Day weekend in Maine. Lots of fun groups there. Classic and evolving bluegrass, with a lot of really talented pickers and singers. I’m a particular fan of standup bass players, so I was in Heaven. And, yes, my musical tastes run an incredible gamut of talents. Thanks, Mom and Dad.
My Wi-Fi has decided that I may post!
Or at least… so far so good.
It’s very late… but I’m climbing aboard the Midnight Express, once again….
and riding it through another episode.
I noticed, first, that today’s episode has no number…. then I realised …. in an old fashioned mystery, on an old fashioned train….
there’s often no Compartment 13… or Car 13…
So perhaps… (gasp!) there’s no Episode 13!
Or at least, it shall remain unenumerated.
Now we have Grace (what a face!), practically confessing to the murder….
But listen to her…. and look at those eyes… is she really the one who dunnit?
Or has she just…. been …. um… eating too many crazypickles?
Riding too long on the train to Luluville?
….
I don’t eat corn dogs (a girl’s gotta draw the line somewhere. )
But I’ve see plenty of them… there was a corn dog purveyor in the mall… and there’s always a HUGE corn dog booth at the County Fair…. with a dozen or so varieties.
NOT ONE of those varieties is labelled “sacrilegious!”
I’m thinking… and Sam may be, too…. that no matter how convenient this confession may seem…
It comes from someone who may have already kind of…. um… slipped of the track.
Two things I learned today from today’s London “Daily Mail.”
1) Norman Rockwell came up with and painted “Rosie the Riveter” for “The Saturday Evening Post” See attachment and this LINK. 2) General Motors was “formed in Michigan” on September 16, 1908.
General Motors was not a car company. It was a business which owned several car companies, parts makers, and finance institutions. The AC Spark Plug Division was where I started working in the 1980s. It was Albert Champion’s second spark plug company. Champion Sparkplugs went public and he found himself out on his ear. He started AC and when GM offered to buy him out he insisted that he get to stay on as division president. GM agreed he’d be able to run the division as he saw fit. As soon as the ink dried ol’ Albert was out on his ear again. GM continued to make similar promises to those they bought out right up through Ross Perot (when they bought EDS from him).
Yep, had grandkids climbing all over me this weekend too. Ouch! Be careful with those claws!
Claude Monet
Makes me wonder what was going through Monet’s mind? “Every other painter in this area is doing a beautiful rendition of the actual architecture. What is the true impression on the mind of this that is illuminated by a sunset? And what part of the structure (and it’s effect on the overall gestalt) is most critical and worthy of being included?” I guess that’s why I was never an artist, because it took me too many years to appreciate the feeling behind it.
Without that dark silhouette and its reflection the sunset would just look boring.
And too much detail would distract from the sunset.
That light, at its low angle, strengthened by being reflected off the water, is very bright, but in a different way from high noon.
The latter criply illuminates the things you see… including those architectural details.
But think of driving towards the sunset.
The oblique, bright orange rays fill your eyes, and obliterate details of your surroundings… One reason it can be a dangerous time to drive.
That late-day sun is captured on this canvas, flooding the scene, becoming the subject of it…. turning buildings, sky and water into splashes of reflected light.
.
Guys are so literal, it’s important to be just a little bit mysterious and enigmatic while being subtly alluring. They’ll grow up someday and appreciate you for who you really are (maybe).
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Hey, let me tell you, cats are tastier than crows.
Eek!
But I guess there’s a reason the phrase “eating crow” doesn’t represent a tasty feast.
Kiki!
…
see the face?
On the whole, I’d rather not…
Intermittently, while moving the screen away from me.
Staring at it, no.
Pretty spooky.
Kinda.
I moved halfway across the and squinted to see it. Still not enough detail to see who it is.
Nobody famous (AFAIK) or particularly recognizable.
Minimizing the .gif helps.
Yes, or just looking at it on a small screen like a phone.
If I hold the phone at an angle, both turned slightly away from me and tilted back, it’s much easier to see.
Full size, on a big, stationary monitor I don’t think I’d see it.
clearly Cleveland falls into the illegal zone—Cleo will be crushed
When did they move Cleveland to Maryland?
Yeah… Last time I looked, Cleveland was much closer to the Great Lakes.
What? I gotta have a license??? Well, at least then I get to burn squirrels out of the trees, right?
Um… I thought I knew you😯…
see the kitty?
I’m still looking for the crow…
Yes.
Found the tail first.
I found part of it.
Me too.
I guess we’re supposed to assume it’s all there.
OK, I’ve worked out how to do this using the Paint program that comes with Win11 (I was using Paintshop Pro on my old PC before it died)
Huh.
Maybe so… But I choose a different tail.
I did this earlier but didn’t post it cos i couldn’t decide if there was more that I just wasn’t seeing.
Now I see that others here haven’t found any more… But i don’t know which tail is correct.
I put the green dotted line to show where the rest of the cat might be lying under the leaves.
It’s messy because I don’t have even Paint on my tablet.. only a more crude app that’s part of Google Photos.
Either could be the tail, I did think what I found was a bit ‘Fluffy’. I would think the cat is in ‘Meatloaf. configuration under the leaves though.
Doggy heaven…
Gotta mark every one? I’m gonna need a LOT more water!
The doggie’s name is Bonnie. She lives in Scotland. Here’s More on what she is exploring from ‘THE SCOTSMAN.’
“Now this, this is a bone!”
It reminds me of one of my all time favorite movies… still really funny in spite of being made in 1938.
“Bringing Up Baby” stars Katherine Hepburn as a scatterbrained society girl and Cary Grant as a belegured paleontologist.
Among other crazy things in the plot, her little dog runs off with the recently discovered missing bone from a dinosaur skeleton Grant has been assembling for years, and buries it.
Is that Betty Boop squeezing through there?
I think so!
Until you asked your question, I didn’t notice.
You’re right!
Thinking about “The Bristol Stomp”, does that guy with the maracas get paid as much as the rest of them? Just asking for a friend….
Saw a group do “Nashville Cats” at the the Blue grass Festival in Thomas Point over the Labor Day weekend in Maine. Lots of fun groups there. Classic and evolving bluegrass, with a lot of really talented pickers and singers. I’m a particular fan of standup bass players, so I was in Heaven. And, yes, my musical tastes run an incredible gamut of talents. Thanks, Mom and Dad.
Hello, fellow Cleoites!
My Wi-Fi has decided that I may post!
Or at least… so far so good.
It’s very late… but I’m climbing aboard the Midnight Express, once again….
and riding it through another episode.
I noticed, first, that today’s episode has no number…. then I realised …. in an old fashioned mystery, on an old fashioned train….
there’s often no Compartment 13… or Car 13…
So perhaps… (gasp!) there’s no Episode 13!
Or at least, it shall remain unenumerated.
Now we have Grace (what a face!), practically confessing to the murder….
But listen to her…. and look at those eyes… is she really the one who dunnit?
Or has she just…. been …. um… eating too many crazypickles?
Riding too long on the train to Luluville?
….
I don’t eat corn dogs (a girl’s gotta draw the line somewhere. )
But I’ve see plenty of them… there was a corn dog purveyor in the mall… and there’s always a HUGE corn dog booth at the County Fair…. with a dozen or so varieties.
NOT ONE of those varieties is labelled “sacrilegious!”
I’m thinking… and Sam may be, too…. that no matter how convenient this confession may seem…
It comes from someone who may have already kind of…. um… slipped of the track.
Just a bit.
This strip is named train13.jpg
Sigh…..
Nashville Cats has been an earworm for more years than I want to admit than I’ve been alive.
Two things I learned today from today’s London “Daily Mail.”
1) Norman Rockwell came up with and painted “Rosie the Riveter” for “The Saturday Evening Post” See attachment and this LINK. 2) General Motors was “formed in Michigan” on September 16, 1908.
General Motors was not a car company. It was a business which owned several car companies, parts makers, and finance institutions. The AC Spark Plug Division was where I started working in the 1980s. It was Albert Champion’s second spark plug company. Champion Sparkplugs went public and he found himself out on his ear. He started AC and when GM offered to buy him out he insisted that he get to stay on as division president. GM agreed he’d be able to run the division as he saw fit. As soon as the ink dried ol’ Albert was out on his ear again. GM continued to make similar promises to those they bought out right up through Ross Perot (when they bought EDS from him).