to all my friends who wonder where i've been,
it's work that's kept me from this flickr stream,
obsessing on the site you'll find herein,
so take a peek to see my latest dream ... <3<3<3
judith meskill
of course i had to write a quatrain to celebrate the 'soft launch' of our new pride and joy over at crowd fusion -- obsessable -- a site for everyone who uses personal electronics. thanks for indulging me here! xoxoxox
obsessable ...
wordle me ...

clay shirky twittered about wordle.com this morning and so i thought i'd give it a try.
i used: straighter edges, horizontal, 'lucida sans', and the 'heat' color palette ... i think i like it ...
i know the butterfly ...
"... THE BEE is not afraid of me,
I know the butterfly;
The pretty people in the woods
Receive me cordially.
The brooks laugh louder when I come,
The breezes madder play.
Wherefore, mine eyes, thy silver mists?
Wherefore, O summer’s day? ..."
Emily Dickinson
remembering technorati ...
someone tried to fetch my technorati password tonight and it reminded me to go on over there and claim my new/old blog (for my Technorati Profile) that's now hosted on our crowd fusion platform ... sweet ...
partake as doth the bee ...
"... Partake as doth the Bee,
Abstemiously ..."
Emily Dickinson
in memory of Louise Halper.
cabbage white butterfly ...
"... THE BUTTERFLY obtains
But little sympathy,
Though favorably mentioned
In Entomology.
Because he travels freely
And wears a proper coat,
The circumspect are certain
That he is dissolute.
Had he the homely scutcheon of modest Industry,
’T were fitter certifying for Immortality ..."
Emily Dickinson
yesterday i stepped into the garden to catch what turned out to be a nanosecond of repose for this cabbage white butterfly that was flitting about the liatris ... happy weekend, dear friends ... xo
buccaneers of buzz ...
"... Bees are Black, with Gilt Surcingles --
Buccaneers of Buzz.
Ride abroad in ostentation
And subsist on Fuzz.
Fuzz ordained -- not Fuzz contingent --
Marrows of the Hill.
Jugs -- a Universe's fracture
Could not jar or spill ..."
Emily Dickinson
i guess certain bloggers would be considered 'buccaneers of buzz' too, eh? /smile
dame's rocket ...
"... I cannot meet the Spring unmoved --
I feel the old desire --
A Hurry with a lingering, mixed,
A Warrant to be fair --
A Competition in my sense
With something hid in Her --
And as she vanishes, Remorse
I saw no more of Her ..."
Emily Dickinson
flicker time ...
tis flicker time on flickr, once again,
this fellow shared his visage, oh so fair,
he flew in for a moment, looking zen,
and posed in blue bokeh, that's oh so rare ... xo
judith meskill
happy birthday, dear lucy ...
happy birthday, dear lucy ... Originally uploaded by jude
this yellow headed blackbird shared a wish,
and jumped onto this branch with a fine swish,
"oh happy birthday lucy," she did sing,
"for all the happy 'bird' days that you bring" ... xo
judith meskill
please join me in wishing my sweet sister, lucy a happy birthday today! xo
bumble bee's familiarities ...
When I have entered these
Entitled to a Bumble bee's
Familiarities ..."
Emily Dickinson
nature rarer uses yellow ...
Than another hue;
Saves she all of that for sunsets,-
Prodigal of blue,
Spending scarlet like a woman,
Yellow she affords
Only scantly and selectly,
Like a lover's words ..."
Emily Dickinson
our hearts belong to mim ...
our hearts belong to mim ... Originally uploaded by jude
and while we pledge our hearts belong to jan,
and we do send our hearts when ere we can,
tis also true, our hearts belong to mim,
and with this love our lives do surely brim ... xo
judith meskill
we are sooooooo going to miss you too on our trip to cape may , dear mim! we will keep you in our hearts, always, and collect a bajillion wonderful images for you!!! (and for julie , and for lydia - also both missed on our trip this year! xo)
magnolia magic ...
her scent does waft so soft, upon the air,
with blossoms that do fill my heart, with smiles,
and spread from me to you, across these miles ... xo
judith meskill
oh magnolia ...
Originally uploaded by jude
"... the inundation of the spring
submerges every soul,
it sweeps the tenement away
but leaves the water whole.
in which the soul, at first alarmed,
seeks furtive for its shore,
but acclimated, gropes no more
for that peninsular ..."
Emily Dickinson
music credit: Ehma , La plage de Blâne-est























