~Find yourself while getting lost.

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~Happy Valentine!

~hApPY vALEnTINE….

The Book of Hours was a devotional book popular
in the later Middle Ages.
It is the most common type of surviving
medieval illuminated manuscript.
Like every manuscript, each manuscript book of hours
is unique in one way or another, but most contain
a similar collection of texts, prayers and psalms,
often with appropriate decorations,
for Christian devotion. Illumination or decoration
is minimal in many examples, often restricted to
decorated capital letters at the start of psalms
and other prayers, but books made for wealthy
patrons may be extremely lavish, with full-page miniatures.
 BNF - L'Aventures des écritures. Matières et formes :
Livre d’heures à l’usage d’Amiens

HAPPY

VALENTINES

DAY!

XXX

~Sunday Poem

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When all the world is young, lad,
And all the trees are green;
And every goose is a swan, lad,
And every lass a queen;
Then hey, for boot and horse, lad,
And round the world away;
Young blood must have its course, lad,
And every dog its day.
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by Charles Kingsley, Water Babies

WPA poster showing a boy ironing
down the page of a book. Chicago,
WPA art project circa 1936-40.
Artist: Arlington Gregg.
From the collection of The Library of Congress
Source

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Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all,
One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all
and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
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ENJOY YOUR WEEKEND!!!
XXX

~Natalia Syuzev

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Natalia Syuzev was born in 1965 in Penza.
She studied at the Penza Art College.
KA Savitsky 1980-1984
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~Beatrix Potter store…

 

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The store in Gloucester is built in the image
of an illustration from
The Tailor of Gloucester by Beatrix Potter.
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Book collecting is an obsession,
an occupation,
a disease,
an addiction,
a fascination,
an absurdity,
a fate.
It is not a hobby.
Those who do it must do it.
Those who do not do it,
think of it as a cousin of stamp collecting,
a sister of the trophy cabinet,
bastard of a sound bank account
and
a weak mind.

.
by Jeanette Winterson

~Walter Langley

This is a revised and rewritten edition,
with many new illustrations,
of the study first published in 1997.
It provides nique insights into the Newlyn art colony
and the world of the Victorian professional artist.

Walter Langley (1852-1922)
was a pioneer of the remarkable colony
of artists drawn to the south-west corner of Cornwall
in the 1880s. Working mainly in watercolour,
and a sympathetic and unsentimental recorder
of the hard lives of the Newlyn fisherfolk,
Langley made his name especially through a series
of memorably dramatic watercolour and oil paintings. 
Included in this new edition are also examples
of the artist’s powerful charcoal drawings.
 
Walter Langley (June 8, 1852 – March 21, 1922)
was an English painter and founder
of the Newlyn School of plein air artists.
He was born in Birmingham.

The painting 'Among the Missing' is
one of the objects chosen to represent
Cornwall in the BBC's 'History of the World' project.

~It’s Sunday…

Thorns may hurt you,
men desert you, sunlight turn to fog;
but you're never friendless ever,
if you have a dog.

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by Douglas Mallock
Photo of my little puppy Ginny

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Illustration by Margot Voigt. 1941.
Whitman Publlishing.
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod by Eugene Field.
(Dutch lullaby)

...
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe—-
Sailed on a river of crystal light,
Into a sea of dew.
“Where are you going, and what do you wish?”
The old moon asked the three.
“We have come to fish for the herring fish
That live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we!”
Said Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod
.
The old moon laughed and sang a song,
As they rocked in the wooden shoe,
And the wind that sped them all night long
Ruffled the waves of dew.
The little stars were the herring fish
That lived in that beautiful sea—-
“Now cast your nets wherever you wish—-
Never afeard are we”;
So cried the stars to the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod
.
All night long their nets they threw
To the stars in the twinkling foam—-
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
Bringing the fishermen home;
‘T was all so pretty a sail it seemed
As if it could not be,
And some folks thought ‘t was a dream they ‘d dreamed
Of sailing that beautiful sea—-
But I shall name you the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod

Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
And Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
Is a wee one’s trundle-bed.
So shut your eyes while mother sings
Of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
As you rock in the misty sea,
Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.

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The Starlight Cloak” by P.J. Lynch

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Alice in Wonderland

   
written by Lewis Carroll,
illustrated by Marjorie Torrey (1955)
. . ... .. 

~Vintage Book

  .
The Little Lame Prince and his Travelling Cloak
(often published under its shorter title
The Little Lame Prince)
is a story for children written
by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
and first published in 1875.
In the story,
a young prince whose legs are paralysed due to a
childhood trauma is given a magical travelling cloak
by his fairy godmother; he uses this cloak to go on various
adventures, and develops great wisdom
and empathy in the process.
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Amazon.com
Art by Jessie Willcox Smith

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“In all ranks of life the human heart yearns
for the beautiful; and the beautiful things
that God makes are his gift to all alike.”
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by Harriet Beecher Stowe
(June 14, 1811 - July 1, 1896)

 .
Real Gabinete Português de Leitura
(Royal Portuguese Reading Room)
- Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
.
The interior of Real Gabinete Português is four stories tall,
capped with a stained-glass cupola and illuminated
by an elaborate chandelier. Created in 1837 by
the Portuguese, the reading room contains
over 350,000 volumes, many of them from
the 17th and 18th centuries.

~Sunday Poem

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"It is a willow when summer is over,
a willow by the river
from which no leaf has fallen nor
bitten by the sun
turned orange or crimson.

The leaves cling and grow paler,
swing and grow paler
over the swirling waters of the river
as if loth to let go,
they are so cool, so drunk with
the swirl of the wind and of the river —
oblivious to winter,
the last to let go and fall
into the water and on the ground."

.

by William Carlos Williams,
“Willow Poem”

~A Monster Calls

Stories are the wildest things of all,
the monster rumbled.
Stories chase and bite and hunt.
.

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This is an extraordinarily moving novel
about coming to terms with loss.
The monster showed up just after midnight.
As they do. But it isn’t the monster Conor’s
been expecting. He’s been expecting the one
from his nightmare, the nightmare he’s had
nearly every night since his mother started
her treatments, the one with the darkness
and the wind and the screaming. . . .
.
This monster, though, is something different.
Something ancient, something wild.
And it wants the most dangerous
thing of all from Conor.
It wants the truth.
.
Patrick Ness spins a tale from the final story
idea of Siobhan Dowd, whose premature death
from cancer prevented her from writing it herself.
Darkly mischievous and painfully funny,
A Monster Calls is an extraordinarily moving novel
about coming to terms with loss from
two of our finest writers for young adults.
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Read the first chapter of
A Monster Calls over at Guardian Books.

“Everybody needs beauty as well as bread,
places to play in and pray in,
where nature may heal and
give strength to body and soul.”

by John Muir
Art by Catherine B. Gulley

~Vintage Book

a lovely Story told by The Brothers Grimm

READ THE STORY HERE!

~Puppy and I

I met a Man as I went walking:
We got talking,
Man and I.
"Where are you going to, Man?" I said
  (I said to the Man as he went by).
"Down to the village, to get some bread.
  Will you come with me?" "No, not I."

I met a horse as I went walking;
We got talking,
Horse and I.
"Where are you going to, Horse, today?"
  (I said to the Horse as he went by).
"Down to the village to get some hay.
  Will you come with me?" "No, not I."

I met a Woman as I went walking;
We got talking,
Woman and I.
"Where are you going to, Woman, so early?"
  (I said to the Woman as she went by).
"Down to the village to get some barley.
  Will you come with me?" "No, not I."

I met some Rabbits as I went walking;
We got talking,
Rabbits and I.
"Where are you going in your brown fur coats?"
  (I said to the Rabbits as they went by).
"Down to the village to get some oats.
  Will you come with us?" "No, not I."


I met a Puppy as I went walking;
We got talking,
Puppy and I.
"Where are you going this nice fine day?"
  (I said to the Puppy as he went by).
"Up to the hills to roll and play."
"I'll come with you, Puppy," said I.

Poem by A.A. Milne
Photo taken by me,
our little pup, 8days old

~Roald Dahl

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The garden to Gipsy House was a maze.
At its entrance was placed a slate paving
stone which read:

"...Watch with glittering eyes the whole world
around you because the greatest secrets are
always hidden in the most unlikely places.
Those who don't believe in magic will never find it".
.

This motto well reflected the attitude of the occupier
of the hut at the top of the garden.
For, inside the hut at the top of that particular
garden, Roald Dahl wrote his stories. 
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ENTER THE HUT HERE!
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MORE INFO HERE!!!
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Snow White and Rose Red by Chris Beatrice
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One evening, as they were thus sitting comfortably
together, someone knocked at the door as if he
wished to be let in. The mother said: ’Quick, Rose-red,
open the door, it must be a traveller who is seeking shelter.
’ Rose-red went and pushed back the bolt, thinking
that it was a poor man, but it was not; it was a
bear that stretched his broad, black head within the door.
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Read Whole Story Here!!!

~Sunday Poem!

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Listen ...
The wind is rising
and the air
is wild with leaves.

Winter is an etching,
spring a watercolor,
summer
an oil painting,
and autumn ...
a mosaic
of them all.

STANLEY HOROWITZ

SOURCE!!!
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Tree of mine - Tree of mine
Have you seen a girl
With a willy willy wag…
and a long tailed bag
who stole my money, all I had?

Illustration to The old witch by John D. Batten.
From More English fairy tales,
collected and edited by Joseph Jacobs,
New York, London, 1894

~Wicked Witch Bookmark

FOUND HERE!

by

Michael Komarck