Monday, July 23, 2012

Black


Black is night, shadows, silhouettes, a midnight cat. Black is Halloween and shiny shoes. Black is plastic and metal, all pervading in the modern world. Black is a soft coat to be patted and the deep dark forest to be explored. Black is sleep.

Paint it Black - Rolling Stones


Black Velvet



ACDC Back in Black

Ram Jam Black Betty

Black Beauty

Scary Black.

Seriously scary black. Evil Ballarat Black Swans, these guys will hunt you down, I kid you not.

Linking up with Sister Sun's colour meme delving into the world of black.

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    1. singing "them bones" in a school performance - too cute

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  2. Wow what a great swan picture. Hope you didn't have to pay the price for taking it.

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    1. there may have been some running involved (that would be me running- very quickly)

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  3. A lot of very impressive photos! Loved the video clips too :-)

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    1. not quite the original brief but it's amazing how music shapes us.

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  4. Unfortunately I can't watch any of the clips at the moment, but I do love your words, sounds like a poem to me.
    I had no idea that there were 'evil' swans :)

    Lilli

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    1. Thanks Lilli, very kind words from a wonderful poet. I think beauty must have its price. Swans do some sort of nasty deal to shed their ugly duckling feathers.

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  5. Fabulous photos! That swan is gorgeous, but does look like he's just about ready to strike!

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    1. Yes, he's got that glare from the corner of his eye "you're pissing me off" look.

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  6. Paint it Black = great song! plus all the others. You're very clever, I hadn't thought of many black things at all.
    The evil black swan looks very much like the evil geese living on a lake near us! I was trapped by them one day when I made the mistake of taking some bread to feed them!

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In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
Margaret Atwood

“She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbour:
"Winter is dead.”
― A.A. Milne, When We Were Very Young