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Photo quote de jour
It's official. I can finally do photo quote de jours in my sleep!
I'm blooming at the seams with photos and quotes this week. You might it say, it was a bumper crop.
Feeling better? What... you want more?
What started this floral extravaganza wasn't a flower but a brilliant light called the magic hour or golden hour. There is even a magical calculator to figure out when it's in your back yard. Golden Hour
So, I'm at the computer feeling tired. Damn that insomnia. I blink, look outside and feel compelled to run, okay walk, outside like a zombie. A liquid honey light brushed over the lawn and a flower bed of lilies of the valley. It's way to early for them to bloom. But wait, the lilacs are early and sure enough, tiny white lily bells poked their heads towards to light. Intense light like a Spielberg film. Think Close Encounters of the Third Kind. I get this shot and well, the rest is... oh oh, what am I going to do for an encore on Friday?
Photo quote de jour
It's official. I can finally do photo quote de jours in my sleep!
I'm blooming at the seams with photos and quotes this week. You might it say, it was a bumper crop.
Feeling better? What... you want more?
What started this floral extravaganza wasn't a flower but a brilliant light called the magic hour or golden hour. There is even a magical calculator to figure out when it's in your back yard. Golden Hour
So, I'm at the computer feeling tired. Damn that insomnia. I blink, look outside and feel compelled to run, okay walk, outside like a zombie. A liquid honey light brushed over the lawn and a flower bed of lilies of the valley. It's way to early for them to bloom. But wait, the lilacs are early and sure enough, tiny white lily bells poked their heads towards to light. Intense light like a Spielberg film. Think Close Encounters of the Third Kind. I get this shot and well, the rest is... oh oh, what am I going to do for an encore on Friday?
Posted by Layla Morgan Wilde at 4/29/2010 11:28 AM 
Categories: Nature, Westchester County, Photography, Spirituality
Tags: spring bloom-a-thon April is the cruelest month Instant happiness
Categories: Nature, Westchester County, Photography, Spirituality
Tags: spring bloom-a-thon April is the cruelest month Instant happiness
Purple mountain majesties, purple haze dreaming of lovely lilacs in purple prose.
A teacher tried to explain once what Eliot meant, about the intense memories provoked that seem so cruel. But I never bought that explanation.
Incredible photos. Now out for a lnog walk run along the river.
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K, thanks, is that where the expression "purple prose" comes from?
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Gorgeous! Thank-you for cheering me up.
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F, my pleasure! That's what I'm here for.
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I just looked at the history of purple prose. In Horace's time, purple dye was rare and only the wealthy and the royal wore purple (royal purple). He wrote a poem, Ars Poetica, in Latin attributed to be the first example of purple prose, overly ornate, over the top prose.
A portion of Horace's poem translated here:
Your opening shows great promise, and yet flashy
purple patches; as when describing
a sacred grove, or the altar of Diana,
or a stream meandering through fields,
or the river Rhine, or a rainbow;
but this was not the place for them. If you can realistically render
a cypress tree, would you include one when commissioned to paint
a sailor in the midst of a shipwreck?"
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More recently, 19th and 20th century, pulp and genre fiction was much criticized for its overly ornate prose,
such as this in the 19th century:
It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents—except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.
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and earlier romance prose such as:
Examples include "throbbing manhood", "quivering desire", "[he] filled her with the hot wet tumult of his love", and the much-parodied "explode with delight".
In short, purple prose means bad writing.
Commercial fiction now strives to not do this.
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I thought purple prose was just over wrought writing. That's sweet of you to fill in the blanks!
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thanks admin
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Gorgeous photos! Purple is my favorite color, and lilacs always remind me of my childhood birthdays.
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Purple suits you. Birthday?
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