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EMU + Two Michigan Sunrises

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PLTW. I'm pretty good at the math (that's what I've been doing for 28 years), but I thus far suck at the nuts, bolts, and wires. I.e., there's room for growth. I get to the Bucks on Zeeb Road between 5:30 and 6. Coffee and a walk around the Meijer's (not to be confused with Fred Meyer's). Then off to school. At lunch I have a usual walk, but occasionally I venture out. And I dip into Forster sporadically. One day I walked in a wonderful summer rain. *

Two Poems Every Child (Past the Age of 18) Should Read

The first is a poem fragment (from Shelley's Epipsychidion ) I picked up from reading E M Forster's The Longest Journey . Perhaps I'm not "forcing on it" the exact same thoughts that Shelley or Forster did, but I nevertheless find something that says "Carve out a Spiritual Life for Yourself."  Thy wisdom speaks in me, and bids me dare Beacon the rocks on which high hearts are wrecked. I never was attached to that great sect         20 Whose doctrine is that each one should select Out of the crowd a mistress or a friend, And all the rest, though fair and wise, commend To cold oblivion; though it is in the code Of modern morals, and the beaten road         25 Which those poor slaves with weary footsteps tread Who travel to their home among the dead By the broad highway of the world, and so With one chained friend, perhaps a jealous foe, The dreariest and the longest journey go.         30 The second is a silly/serious poem from Philip

""Clip" from Forster's Longest Journey

Meanwhile he was a husband. Perhaps his union should have been emphasized before. The crown of life had been attained, the vague yearnings, the misread impulses, had found accomplishment at last. Never again must he feel lonely, or as one who stands out of the broad highway of the world and fears, like poor Shelley, to undertake the longest journey. So he reasoned, and at first took the accomplishment for granted. But as the term passed he knew that behind the yearning there remained a yearning, behind the drawn veil a veil that he could not draw. His wedding had been no mighty landmark: he would often wonder whether such and such a speech or incident came after it or before. Since that meeting in the Soho restaurant there had been so much to do — clothes to buy, presents to thank for, a brief visit to a Training College, a honeymoon as brief. In such a bustle, what spiritual union could take place? Surely the dust would settle soon: in Italy, at Easter, he might perceive the infin

"Clip" from E M Forster's "The Longest Journey"

The rain increased. The drops pattered hard on the leaves, and outside the corridor men and women were struggling, however stupidly, with the facts of life. Inside it they wrangled. She teased the boy, and laughed at his theories, and proved that no man can be an agnostic who has a sense of humour. Suddenly she stopped, not through any skill of his, but because she had remembered some words of Bacon: “The true atheist is he whose hands are cauterized by holy things.” She thought of her distant youth. The world was not so humorous then, but it had been more important. For a moment she respected her companion, and determined to vex him no more. They left the shelter of the laurels, crossed the broad drive, and were inside the house at last. She had got quite wet, for the weather would not let her play the simple life with impunity. As for him, he seemed a piece of the wet. “Look here,” she cried, as he hurried up to his attic, “don’t shave!” He was delighted with the permission. “I ha

Poet's Beach (Portland)

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Poet's Beach Poet’s Beach – Official Opening July 13, 2017 After years of work and advocacy – the Summer of 2017 Portlanders will have dedicated place to get in to and enjoy the Willamette River at Poet’s Beach. Working with Mayor Wheeler and the staff at Portland Parks & Recreation and Bureau of Planning and Sustainability, Poet's Beach will be activated with lifeguards, picnic tables, restrooms, and other amenities that will allow us to have “a day at the beach” right in our city. The “Poet’s Beach” project is a collaborative effort between the Human Access Project, Honoring Our Rivers, Willamette Partnership, and Flowing Solutions. Approval for the project was received from the US Army Corp of Engineers, Department of State Lands, and Portland Parks and Recreation. The work has been funded by Human Access Project, Portland Parks & Recreation, Oregon Wildlife, Confederated Tribes of Grand Ronde, Wildwood | Mahonia, and NW Natural. Nicknamed &qu

Mt Hood, Mt Jefferson, The Timberline Lodge

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Mt Adams & Trout Lake (Washington)

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Columbia Gorge Pics

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