Faster than a pair of machine shears!
More powerful than a charging bull!
Able to leap small knolls in a single bound!
Is it a shepherd? Is it a tractor?
No, it’s SUPERSHEEP!
Well, Ja.mes says he’ll be back soon, so hopefully there will be no need to put up with my cheesy captions for much longer. –JosyC
Here’s some green to soothe everyone’s eye cones after yesterday’s vicious Japanese Maple. I’ve really enjoyed this picture myself, have had it on as the desktop image.
Have you ever walked into an old hospital and seen “hospital green?” I don’t believe it’s too prevalent anymore.
The concept of green interiors for hospitals germinated from their presence in surgery rooms. It was believed that a surgeon, deeply engrossed in cutting up someone on the slab, would be overwhelmed by blood. Well, not necessarily blood but its crimson color. Should the good surgeon look up while in the thick of stitching up someone’s internal organs, he (and yes, he is appropriate since this theory is dated) would be utterly confused by the surrounding wall colors, since he had used up his red cones by staring at the blood. When he looked up, having exhausted his red cones, the world would be green, despite his earlier memories of the wall. This might bring on headaches and very likely distraction, which you don’t want while your patient is cut up and covered in blood.
The solution was to paint the hospital green, so there would be little difference between the surgeon’s perception of the surrounding walls and his memory of it.
So stare at the future sweaters and lamb dinners for a minute and then quickly look up:
Blood, Blood everywhere! Ahh!
That’s the theme of today’s post, which matches an anniversary in the States, (though not the one below).
This letter is being written only an hour before I leave for the Hilton hotel. Jodie, I’m asking you to please look into your heart and at least give [me] the chance, with this historical deed, to gain your love and respect.
I love you forever,
John W. Hinkley
Did anyone remember that this guy’s middle initial was “dubya?” Odd. Guess he liked it more than being called “Junior.”
Just got back from Stonehenge and and a lecture given by the architect in charge of Salisbury Cathedral (tallest Crossing Tower of British Cathedrals) at Sarum College in Salisbury. Nothing to report yet.
Seems almost inhuman to go from the sunny Ionic column posts back to the medieval Overcast Kingdom.
I should add that from this angle and distance, the tallest spire in Britain and accompanying cathedral looks porportionately very similiar to a small New England village church and steeple.