Many years ago a tsar had three sons. When they came of age he sent for them and said: "My sons, before I am too old I want you to marry, and I would like to see my grandchildren." The sons replied: "In that case, father, give us your blessing. But whom are we to marry?" "My sons," the tsar said, "take your bows, go out into the open field, and shoot an arrow. Wherever it falls, there you will find your wife." The sons bowed to their father, took their bows, went into the fields, drew them and shot their arrows. The eldest son's arrow fell into a nobleman's courtyard, where it was picked up by his daughter. The second son's arrow fell into a merchant's courtyard, and it was picked up by his daughter. But the arrow shot by the youngest son, Prince Ivan, rose so high and flew so far that he didn't know where to look for it. So he started to walk, and at last he came to a marsh. In the marsh he saw a frog with his arrow in its mouth. He said to the frog: "Frog, give me back my arrow." But the frog replied: "Then take me for your wife." "Oh, come now," the prince said, "how can I have a frog as my wife?" "But you must, for it is the tsar's will." First the prince tried to avoid it, but eventually he had to accept his fate and carry the frog home. More at http://www.artrusse.ca/fairytales/frog-princess.htm
"A tree is our most intimate contact with nature."
George Nakashima was born in Spokane, Washington and started out as a student of Forestry and Architecture at the University of Washington in the 1920s. He made architecture his main focus, studying at the École Américaine des Beaux Arts outside of Paris, and graduating from M.I.T. with an MA in Architecture in 1930.
On his own, however, he devoted his time to learning from traditional woodworkers in India and Japan and, while at an internment camp with his family during the Second World War, he was trained on salvaged wood by a master Japanese carpenter. He found an immense well of inspiration in unfinished natural wood, writing that, "in dealing with solid wood almost each piece becomes a personal problem and the nature of each slab is used to its fullest capacity." The furniture and installations that Nakashima designed hearken back to early American furniture in their economy of means and their respect for the unique qualities of each wood. (From the Online Design Dictionary)
In March 2010 de Rothschild and a crew of 5 began an expedition to sail across the Pacific on a catamaran partially made from reclaimed post-consumer plastic bottles called the Plastiki. The Plastiki successfully completed its journey to Sydney on the 26th July 2010.
- The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.
- And the attitude of faith is the very opposite of clinging to belief, of holding on.
- But I'll tell you what hermits realize. If you go off into a far, far forest and get very quiet, you'll come to understand that you're connected with everything.
- The reason we want to go on and on is because we live in an impoverished present.
- But we try to pretend, you see, that the external world exists altogether independently of us.
- But at any rate, the point is that God is what nobody admits to being, and everybody really is.
- Reality is only a Rorschach ink-blot, you know.
- You are that vast thing that you see far, far off with great telescopes.
- Never pretend to a love which you do not actually feel, for love is not ours to command.
By The Time It Gets Dark
Baby, every cloud has a silver lining
Baby every dog really has his day
And it matters to me to see you smiling
Why don't we blow all your cares away ?
Yesterday is gone and will be forgotten
And today is where every new day starts
Got to be free like the leaves in autumn
You may be sad but it never lasts.
And maybe, by the evening we'll be laughing
Just wait and see
All the changes there'll be
By the time it gets dark.
We could go walking out in the sunshine
Look at all the people out in the street
Hurrying away to a business luncheon
Waiting for a taxi for aching feet.
Light up your face, baby, let's get going
Want to see a change in those weary eyes
We'll have some fun, take a boat out rowing
Why on earth should life be so serious?
And maybe, by the evening we'll be laughing
Just wait and see
All the changes there'll be
By the time it gets dark.
Maybe,
by the evening we'll be
laughing
Just wait and see
All the changes there'll be
By the time it gets dark.
By the time it gets dark.
By the time it gets dark.
By the time it gets dark.
One In a Hundred
Don't you come down
Don't you feel bad
Even though your dreams are of
The things you've never had
Close to the earth
Near to the sun
Reflecting your own life
You can see that you
Can be more than one
Hear the bells ring, morning has come
Over the town the morning star fades in the dawn
Voices of time bringing surprise
Voices that sing in waking moments
To look into life's eye
Aren't you glad it's another day
Look and tell
So you thought you would run away
But you know that way too well
Rhythms of rhyme
Seasons shall say
To look at a longer life now
A longer yesterday
Don't you come down
You know you're the one
Looking at tomorrow
Let your your troubles
Fade and fly into the sun
Who Know Where the Time Goes
Across the purple sky, all the birds are leaving
But how can they know it's time for them to go?
Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming
I have no thought of time
For who knows where the time goes?
Who knows where the time goes?
Sad, deserted shore, your fickle friends are leaving
Ah, but then you know it's time for them to go
But I will still be here, I have no thought of leaving
I do not count the time
For who knows where the time goes?
Who knows where the time goes?
And I am not alone while my love is near me
I know it will be so until it's time to go
So come the storms of winter and then the birds in spring again
I have no fear of time
For who knows how my love grows?
And who knows where the time goes?
Here Without You
Daytime just makes me feel lonely
At night I can only dream about you
Girl, you're on my mind nearly all of the time
It's so hard being here without you
Words in my head keep repeating things that you said
When I was with you
And I wonder is it true do you feel the same way too
It's so hard being here without you, being here without you
Though I know it won't last I'll see you some day
It seems as though that the day will come never
But there's one thing I'll swear though you're far away
I'll be thinking about you forever
The streets that I walk on depress me
The ones that were happy when I was with you
Still with all the friends I know and with all the things I do
It's so hard being here without you being here without you
In 1908 Rene Lalique designed the first perfume bottles for Francois Coty. Prior to this time perfume bottles were just plain flasks that held expensive perfumes. But with the invention of synthetic oils that could be used to mass produce perfume, Rene Lalique saw the potential to take a plain everyday object and turn it into an art object.
