I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud: From a Corner of My Room

Saturday, October 30, 2010

From a Corner of My Room

I took some photos tonight:
My cat Cappie was a bit scared of the camera. His real name is Captain Courageous, but the opposite is true. He is scared of people he doesn't know particularly little children and adults. But he is my boy! He climbs up the tree outside my window each morning to say hello and where's breakfast. He is loosing his winter coat for summer at the moment, but in the winter he is stunning in his great fur ruff.

I really got the camera out to take a photo of a drawing it did of my sister when she was about 13 about 20 years ago.!.

Then I did a photo shoot of my butterfly wind chime.
I am so sorry about the pictures on the side they won't stay right side up!

I think I could use some of them for a background for something.

3 comments:

MeleeOctober 30, 2010 at 12:59 PM
I love cats, I've always wanted so desperately to have one. But I'm allergic. *siiiigh*

Wow, you're a really good artist! That picture is great! :)
I like the windchime too! Windchimes make me feel happy - they remind me of my grandmother's house!
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I Wandered Lonely as a CloudOctober 30, 2010 at 1:10 PM
We have 5 cats!! They are all one big family of Miffy and Cappie is her oldest son.
Pansey will have kittens soon and I will post photos of them.

Thank you, :)

Felicity
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Rachel and SarahNovember 1, 2010 at 8:22 AM
I have a cat...she is a big, black, regal pussy of a questionable temperment at times, but I love her! :) Thanks for following my blog! :) -Rachel
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I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud: William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed---and gazed---but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.