All-Time Favorites ~~ Daily Post Farewell

 

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All-Time Favorites

In the final edition of the Weekly Photo Challenge, Daily Post staff contributors share their favorite photos and invite you to do the same.

 

 

As we all know by now the Daily Post prompts came to an end on May 31st.  Here are some of my favorite photos.

 

This one taken last year in August 2017 at the Brooklyn Botanic Garden has to be my All Time Favorite as it seems this Butterfly held it’s pose allowing me to take its photo.

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Any photo of my Amazing Awesome Autism brother Stephen Palmer!!

 

 

 

 

Funny Ones!

Especially my hilarious Tuxedo cat Sylvester!

 

 

 

 

Trees of Beauty and Praise

 

 

https://beccagivens.wordpress.com/2018/05/06/sunday-trees-338/

 

Philippians 4:8 King James Version (KJV)

Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.

Trees

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

 

from Endymion

A Poetic Romance

(excerpt)

BOOK I
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o’er-darkened ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
‘Gainst the hot season; the mid forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
All lovely tales that we have heard or read:
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven’s brink.
       Nor do we merely feel these essences
For one short hour; no, even as the trees
That whisper round a temple become soon
Dear as the temple’s self, so does the moon,
The passion poesy, glories infinite,
Haunt us till they become a cheering light
Unto our souls, and bound to us so fast,
That, whether there be shine, or gloom o’ercast;
They always must be with us, or we die.
       Therefore, ’tis with full happiness that I
Will trace the story of Endymion.
The very music of the name has gone
Into my being, and each pleasant scene
Is growing fresh before me as the green
Of our own valleys: so I will begin
Now while I cannot hear the city’s din;
Now while the early budders are just new,
And run in mazes of the youngest hue
About old forests; while the willow trails
Its delicate amber; and the dairy pails
Bring home increase of milk. And, as the year
Grows lush in juicy stalks, I’ll smoothly steer
My little boat, for many quiet hours,
With streams that deepen freshly into bowers.
Many and many a verse I hope to write,
Before the daisies, vermeil rimm’d and white,
Hide in deep herbage; and ere yet the bees
Hum about globes of clover and sweet peas,
I must be near the middle of my story.
O may no wintry season, bare and hoary,
See it half finish’d: but let Autumn bold,
With universal tinge of sober gold,
Be all about me when I make an end.
And now, at once adventuresome, I send
My herald thought into a wilderness:
There let its trumpet blow, and quickly dress
My uncertain path with green, that I may speed
Easily onward, thorough flowers and weed.

Cheerful Cherry Blossom Trees

 

 

An American Hero!

Dr. Ronald McNair!

 

 


 

Cheerful Cherry Blossom Trees in Brooklyn

 

Here is a short video showcasing the Cherry Blossom trees alongside/beside the Brooklyn Museum

 

 

 

Cheerful Happy Joyful Cherry Blossom Trees and Flowers in Brooklyn!

 

 

 

 

 

 

This Week’s Challenges: November 5 – 11 

 

Travel theme: Warm

 

 

https://tourmalinenow.com/2017/11/05/this-weeks-challenges-november-5-11-owpc-ww/

One Word Photo Challenge: Light 

Weekly Weather: Summer 

Warm Summer Light filled days at the Brooklyn Botanic Garden and Coney Island.

 

Travel theme: Warm

 




 

THURSDAY’S SPECIAL: JULY & AUGUST RECAP

 

https://bopaula.wordpress.com/2017/08/31/thursdays-special-july-august-recap/

THURSDAY’S SPECIAL: JULY & AUGUST RECAP

Lost in Translation

 

 

 

 

Trail Talks with DeBorah 

Trail Talks at the Brooklyn Botanic Garden Flatbush Avenue Entrance.

In the first video I keep saying Prospect Park because I had just come from there but I was actually in the Brooklyn Botanic Garden.  Sorry for the mistake.

 

 

In this first video I mistakenly say Prospect Park because I had just come out of Prospect Park but I was really inside the Brooklyn Botanic Garden.  Sorry for the Error.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Brooklyn Botanic Garden Flatbush Avenue Entrance

 

 

Brooklyn Botanic Garden

Eco-Therapy

 

 

This is my favorite photo of today’s excursion into the Brooklyn Botanic Garden.  The Butterfly stayed still and allowed me to get close enough to take this great picture!

 

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Butterfly friend up close and personal! Gorgeous!