Papavero

Windblown poppy
Photo taken on the banks of the Danube river
on Wednesday morning, May 9.

Miocene Messenger

Swan
Danube River

Mystery

“You know, bees have been around for hundreds of million of years, at least, as living creatures,” Clayton said. “And when you work a hive, and you’re there with that hive alone, and you hear how contented the bees are, you just have the sense that they have the pulse of the universe encoded in their genes. And I really feel that the concept of wisdom is like that, too. Somehow, like the bees, we are programmed to understand when someone has been wise. But what wisdom is, and how one learns to be wise, is still somewhat of a mystery.”
Neuropsychologist Vivian Clayton
Quoted in Stephen S. Hall's article
The Older-and-Wiser Hypothesis
The New York Times Magazine
May 6, 2007

Photo taken at a water playground
on the banks of the Danube river
on Monday, May 7.

Keepsake

Seated on Elysian Lawns

Ode

Bards of Passion and of Mirth,
Ye have left your souls on earth!
Have ye souls in heaven too,
Double lived in regions new?
Yes, and those of heaven commune
With the spheres of sun and moon;
With the noise of fountains wound'rous,
And the parle of voices thund'rous;
With the whisper of heaven's trees
And one another, in soft ease

Seated on Elysian lawns
Brows'd by none but Dian's fawns;
Underneath large blue-bells tented,
Where the daisies are rose-scented,
And the rose herself has got
Perfume which on earth is not;
Where the nightingale doth sing
Not a senseless, tranced thing,
But divine melodious truth;
Philosophic numbers smooth;
Tales and golden histories
Of heaven and its mysteries.

Thus ye live on high, and then
On the earth ye live again;
And the souls ye left behind you
Teach us, here, the way to find you,
Where your other souls are joying,
Never slumber'd, never cloying.
Here, your earth-born souls still speak
To mortals, of their little week;
Of their sorrows and delights;
Of their passions and their spites;
Of their glory and their shame;
What doth strengthen and what maim.
Thus ye teach us, every day,
Wisdom, though fled far away.

Bards of Passion and of Mirth,
Ye have left your souls on earth!
Ye have souls in heaven too,
Double-lived in regions new!

John Keats

Temporary Rose Parade

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May Evening

Oh, could I join all life together
all souls unite as one with you.
Oh, could I but enfold, embrace you all,
All my foes, my friends, and brothers,
And all of nature, and all of nature,
In my embraces all enfold.

Peter Ilyich Tchaikovsky
"I Greet You All, You Woods and Forests"

Chestnut Floret

Meytengasse
Vienna, 13th District

Temporary mit Schlag

Blaue Blume

The Blue Flower
(German: Blaue Blume)
is a central symbol of Romanticism.
It stands for desire, love,
and the metaphysical striving
for the infinite and unreachable.

Source:
Wikipedia

Venice

City of Fallening Angels

May Rose

"Roses are for frogs"

Says who?
Me!
:-)

The Morning After

Thanksgiving 2004

At Demels

L'après-midi d'un faune

Afternoon of a Faun

Listen here
to the prelude
of the Afternoon of a Faun by Claude Debussy,
performed by the Cincinnati Symphony Orchestra,
under Paavo Järvi.