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Friday, January 29, 2021

12 Years Ago Tomorrow: Smiling
is over-rated in America

By Moristotle

[Originally published on January 30, 2009.]

I told my friend Ken, who took this photograph a couple of days ago and labeled it “Visionary,”1 that I tended not to feel comfortable with photographs of myself in which I was not smiling. He commented that smiling is much over-rated in America. If you look at photographs from just a few generations ago, you’ll see no one smiling.

Friday, June 30, 2017

Ten Years Ago Today

Even though...
still Nature....


By Moristotle

[Originally published on June 30, 2007, not one word different.]

Even though violent men continue to murder people and blow things up in Iraq,
and even though the Bush Supreme Court continues to subvert our Constitution,
and even though Cheenie continues to insist he is a law unto himself,

Friday, June 16, 2017

Five Years Ago Today

The hawk was about 250 feet away
[Click to enlarge]
Hawk calls

By Moristotle

[Originally published on June 16, 2012, not one word different.]

I had some excitement yesterday clicking the shutter continually as fast as my Coolpix would allow (approximately every two seconds). At any moment I knew the hawk (it might have been a Cooper’s Hawk, or Chicken Hawk) might spot prey and swoop off the limb...and the camera might record it!

Saturday, March 18, 2017

A stop on Maui’s Ke’anae Peninsula

Ke’anae Peninsula
Lava at high noon

By Chuck Smythe

Last October in Hawaii, on the way to Hana, I visited the island of Maui’s Ke’anae Peninsula. [“Ke’anae” is Hawaiian for “the mullet,” a chiefly marine fish that is widely caught for food – according to hanamaui.com.]

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Siegfried worries not

Siegfried isn't worried that he'll have to go on a presidential road trip with Governor Romney.
     Siegfried has no 9-letter English anagram, nor canine a 6-letter one, but dog is still God spelled backwards.
    And Moristotle says that Romney's motor is let.
    Thus spake, and so on.






The End

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Rabbit climbs wall

I was delighted yesterday to see that one of our rabbits—hey, we're their people—had climbed the wall of our raised planter (which is three 6" x 6" timbers tall, plus 2" cap).
Yum, yum, good, I'm imagining him (or her) thinking.
And a yum-yum good photograph too.
It's looking to me more and more possible that our rabbits can climb over the 2' cage wire I stapled around the bottom of our shadow-box fence. Of course, they may be using a tunnel that could even be part of their underground warren (or warrens)....








Saturday, August 18, 2012

Saturday at home

We were all here. My wife and I and Siegfried. And some of the birds and the rabbits. And a frog. Flowers, shrubs, trees, grass, fungi. Some worms and slugs and butterflies [like my wife and me, not shown]. Bliss to be alive.














Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Day not taken off

Members of Moristotle's staff were out on the grounds admiring mushrooms early this morning, and that reminded one of us that there was a cut drain pipe in the front yard that needed to be repaired. (The pipe had been installed too shallowly and had been cut by a lawn-edging machine.)
We collected the tools required—a shovel, a spade, a trowel, some buckets, a hacksaw, gloves, and a roll of duct tape—and started to work. One of us took photographs of the project.

Cut in pipe exposed
Damaged section removed (with the hack saw)
Not only did we have to cut out a small section of pipe and reconnect the whole thing with a piece purchased the day before at Lowe’s Home Improvement, but we also had to dig enough soil out from beneath the pipe to lower it a few inches—to be out of the reach of the lawn edger.

More soil removed to facilitate lowering the pipe
More pipe cut out for
inserting connector
Pipe ends and connector taped
and held down with staple fashioned from a coathanger
Soil and sod and drainage rocks replaced--project complete!
We were of course distracted from producing today’s post, but we figured we could at least post evidence that we hadn’t simply taken the day off from our mission to celebrate life on earth.
Life is good, work and all! And that isn’t ironic.




Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Among the botanics

Francis H. Cabot
(19251-2011)
Last November my wife read the NY Times's obituary of Francis H. Cabot, described as "a financier and self-taught horticulturalist who created two of the most celebrated gardens in North America."
    I suppose that she was attracted by the article's title, which included the clause, created notable gardens. The second of those gardens was les jardins de Quatre Vents, which we visited eleven days ago, on Saturday, July 21. In the course of our guided tour through Mr. Cabot's "gardens of the four winds" (conducted in French, with my wife's questions kindly answered in English), we walked around the house in which Mr. Cabot had lived, and died on November 19:

    The map appears on the inside front cover and flyleaf of Cabot's 2001 book, The Greater Perfection: The Story of the Gardens at Les Quatre Vents, which was of course mentioned in the obituary. And there's another (interactive) version of the map here.
    I was delighted, when I requested the book from a UNC library, to learn that it was in the art library's collection.
    The publisher's website describes the book, but I like the following description from anobii, a website devoted to "finding better books":
The story behind the creation of one of the world's most breathtaking public gardens. Les Quatre Vents in Charlevoix County, Quebec, has been acclaimed as the most aesthetically satisfying and horticulturally exciting landscape experience in North America. The garden seamlessly combines elements from the best gardening traditions with the original and the unexpected into a splendid composition that is nevertheless perfectly compatible with its natural surroundings. The Greater Perfection illustrates the delights, diversions, and surprises that await a visitor to these extraordinary gardens. The book chronicles the family origins of Les Quatre Vents as well as the story of its expansion during the last twenty-five years. Author Francis Cabot's account of the challenges of developing and enlarging Les Quatre Vents reveals the fascinating process behind the creation of a world-class garden that has become a mecca for horticultural enthusiasts from around the globe. Featuring photographs by five of today's leading garden photographers, this is one of the most beautiful books on gardens to appear in years. 382 color photographs, 25 black-and-white photographs.
    A dedicatory quotation demonstrates that Mr. Cabot agreed with Voltaire's Candide, that it's necessary to cultivate our garden2.

The reason we went to La Malbaie, Quebec at all was to visit les Quatre Vents. That is, our day trip to be among the baleins and the bohemians was but an extra.
    Because les Quatre Vents is open for tours only two weekends in July, my wife made reservations for us within a week or two of reading the obituary. We could combine the trip with our visit to the Killington Music Festival in Vermont to see our son, who, unfortunately, couldn't get away from the festival to join us in La Malbaie.

Here are a few of my own modest photographs, taken with my wife's Nikon Coolpix P100, before its battery expired about half-way through the tour (I had failed to remember its also expiring quickly in Bulgaria last year or to bring along my P300 as well; we weren't carrying our Droids in Canada). Shown in chronological order:

The group ahead of us assembles

[Closer-up image of the woman in taut blue pants deleted on 2025/0925]

The opening imagined in the previous photograph,
featuring the long, stage-managed vista
(what I call an allée) that Cabot seemed to relish

Cabot's house on left, La Malbaie to the south beyond

A shallow, ground-level pool favored by Cabot



Our guide (image upside-down)

Delphiniums, which we saw in great
abundance at Les Quatre Vents
(my wife was amazed at how tall they were)

Another allée







A silhouette, the book tells us, of "Phoebe and her dog,"
"an interesting way of lending excitement and
interest to a terminal focal point" [–p. 130]
(placed at the approximately east end of a long
allée, where, somewhere near the middle,
I stood for the zoomed photograph)

Sculpture opposite Phoebe, out in the pasture,
perhaps 200 meters away
(extreme zoom, not cropped)


There was so much more my camera wasn't up to capturing, especially le pigeonnierthe performing frogs (whose recorded performance plays when a tourist trips an infrared signal), and the authentic Japanese tea house.
    But perhaps you can borrow or purchase the book, visit the garden's website, obtain the DVD of Cabot's presentation on the development of the gardens (we brought one home; it contains a French version and an English version)—or travel to La Malbaie some future July!
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  1. Francis H. Cabot was born on August 6, a little over two months before Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher (born Roberts on October 13, 1925).
  2. Pangloss disait quelquefois à Candide: "Tous les événements sont enchaînés dans le meilleur des mondes possibles; car enfin, si vous n’aviez pas été chassé d’un beau château à grands coups de pied dans le derrière pour l’amour de Mlle Cunégonde, si vous n’aviez pas été mis à l’Inquisition, si vous n’aviez pas couru l’Amérique à pied, si vous n’aviez pas donné un bon coup d’épée au baron, si vous n’aviez pas perdu tous vos moutons du bon pays d’Eldorado, vous ne mangeriez pas ici des cédrats confits et des pistaches."
        "Cela est bien dit," répondit Candide, "mais il faut cultiver notre jardin.”
                                [—Voltaire, Candide]