SIT. LOOK. READ. THINK.

A MOTLEY COLLECTION OF IMAGES AND QUOTATIONS. 

UPON REFLECTION !

(Most of the fotos are taken with a 3.2 pixel camera my son passed on to me when he upgraded. Therefore I warn you ahead. These are not artworks.  The ones which are artworks belong to the son, the daughter or a complete stranger. )

Eben E. Rexford, 1848-1916   Darling, I am growing old, Silver threads among the gold Shine upon my brow today; Life is fading fast away; But, my darling, you will be, will be, Always young and fair to me, Yes, my darling, you will be, Always young and fair to me. Chorus: When your hair is silver white, And your cheeks no longer bright, With the roses of the May; I will kiss your lips and say- Oh! my darling, mine alone, alone, You have never older grown, Yes, my darling, mine alone, You have never older grown. Chorus: Love can never more grow old, Locks may lose their brown and gold, Cheeks may fade and hollow grow, But the hearts that love will know Never, never, winter’s frost and chill: Summer warmth is in them still- Never winter’s frost and chill, Summer warmth is in them still. Chorus: Love is always young and fair,- What to us is silver hair, Faded cheeks or steps grown slow, To the heart that beats below? Since I kissed you, mine alone, alone, You have never older grown- Since I kissed you, mine alone, You have never older grown. Chorus: Chorus: Darling, I am growing old, Silver threads among the gold, Shine upon my brow today; Life is fading fast away.

FIX THIS HEART OF MINE, WANDA ! Not that anyone’s cheating on anyone. Nevertheless, I dare not drown my sorrow in the warm glow of any wine and mebbe some good pictures and some fine quotes can do a bit of heart darning. Tie it in with some musical oddities and I might very well be smiling again.

I don’t want your lonely mansion with a tear in every room
All I want’s the love you promised beneath the haloed moon
But you think I should be happy with your money and your name
And hide myself in sorrow while you play your cheating game

Silver threads and golden needles cannot mend this heart of mine
And I dare not drown my sorrow in the warm glow of your wine
You can’t buy my love with money cause I never was that kind
Silver threads and golden needles cannot mend this heart of mine

Silver threads and golden needles cannot mend this heart of mine
And I dare not drown my sorrow in the warm glow of your wine
You can’t buy my love with money cause I never was that kind
Silver threads and golden needles cannot mend this heart of mine

Silver threads and golden needles cannot mend this heart of mine

Mad O’Brian. Allamandas in Linden Lea Garden.