Death and destruction on the roadside. A parched strip of land, baked by the sun in the summer, destroyed by salt runoff in winter. But silverweed endures and sends its creeping stolons across it.
I did not notice the dead moth until today. But it fits the scenery just fine.
I find it interesting that not only is the pollen on this flower pink, but that also the bumblebee apparently collected enough of it to have pink pollen sacks on her legs.
In yesterday’s kerfuffle, I completely forgot this series. So, belatedly, a video from a Spanish violinist.
I have not seen a single whole episode of Star Trek, ever, and I fell absolutely no inclination to do so. I have only ever seen snippets of TNG, so I just about know it is a Sci-fi and I know who Jean-Luc Piccard and Data are.
But this music is beautiful to me all the same.
Plus, a bit of bonus music today because this is the song that introduced me to Beardsley, way back in (gulp) 1977. That was in the pre-internet world, and it wasn’t easy to find Beardsley prints. Our local library didn’t carry anything, and neither did our only book store. I finally found a book at UWO with a compilation of his work. I think it was simply called Aubrey Beardsley, and it was a thrilling discovery.
