I wonder how many different whites Monet created here. My vote for the purest white is the snowcap on the post seen to the left of the magpie.
Such a fine electronic reproduction for us to enjoy, Dan Rather! Thank you sooooo very much. And everyone, thank you all for sharing your hearts in such fine words.
First, many thanks for not just one, but two reasons to smile! Secondly, it seems I need to expand my cultural awareness....I've never seen the Magpie painting or read the poem. In the past I have not been a big fan of Monet, but I love magpies and just love this painting...I need to check out more of his stuff! And I am thinking it will be a shame if I die before having read most if not all of Dickinson's poems....for me the ones I have read are such an accurate portrayal of many of my feelings. And they, like the picture are comforting yet not ignoring some tough things (those who have had to walk through snow drifts know what I mean). I sometimes think there should be an advertisement free TV station that just has good readers reading "good" poetry....for me that means gentle stuff that is easy to understand and lots of Shakespeare (and Ogden Nash) and then certain times just for poetry that makes us think and reflect like Amanda Gorman. and Langston Hughes.
This is a really sideways comment for the post, but the picture is a favorite because of seeing it many years ago in a Monet exhibit at the Art Institute in Chicago. A friend and I went and the place was packed. We quickly to the end and experienced the show backwards. By the time we got to the beginning the place was empty, and the guards offered us some stories about the paintings that they had heard or noticed. One picture was of a beach, and they pointed out the sandy fingerprints in the paint where Monet apparently had to catch it as it was blown off the easel. The other was this one, and they pointed out that the shadow of the bird points in the other direction. It's the first thing I see now when I look at it.
This is such a stunning piece! Love it!
Thank you, Dan and Elliot, for beauty and inspiration.
Often I was the first out in the morning to enjoy the pristine new snow. The silence in a snow blanketed world is like no other.
Beautiful post
I wonder how many different whites Monet created here. My vote for the purest white is the snowcap on the post seen to the left of the magpie.
Such a fine electronic reproduction for us to enjoy, Dan Rather! Thank you sooooo very much. And everyone, thank you all for sharing your hearts in such fine words.
First, many thanks for not just one, but two reasons to smile! Secondly, it seems I need to expand my cultural awareness....I've never seen the Magpie painting or read the poem. In the past I have not been a big fan of Monet, but I love magpies and just love this painting...I need to check out more of his stuff! And I am thinking it will be a shame if I die before having read most if not all of Dickinson's poems....for me the ones I have read are such an accurate portrayal of many of my feelings. And they, like the picture are comforting yet not ignoring some tough things (those who have had to walk through snow drifts know what I mean). I sometimes think there should be an advertisement free TV station that just has good readers reading "good" poetry....for me that means gentle stuff that is easy to understand and lots of Shakespeare (and Ogden Nash) and then certain times just for poetry that makes us think and reflect like Amanda Gorman. and Langston Hughes.
Beautiful! Thanks
This is a really sideways comment for the post, but the picture is a favorite because of seeing it many years ago in a Monet exhibit at the Art Institute in Chicago. A friend and I went and the place was packed. We quickly to the end and experienced the show backwards. By the time we got to the beginning the place was empty, and the guards offered us some stories about the paintings that they had heard or noticed. One picture was of a beach, and they pointed out the sandy fingerprints in the paint where Monet apparently had to catch it as it was blown off the easel. The other was this one, and they pointed out that the shadow of the bird points in the other direction. It's the first thing I see now when I look at it.
A cold poem that makes me feel warm all over. Thanks for being here with us!
Cold poem makes me warm all over!
Nailed it!🎯
Thank you again for the brilliant curation of visual and aural inspiration.
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Thanks for the beautiful poetry and the Monet painting. I like starting Sunday this way.
This is a beautiful piece, art, poetry, and a dash of the real world for so many North Americans. I appreciate your excellenttaste. Thank you.
Since we hardly ever get snow in Houston, I enjoy the pictures of snowy scenes.