Fine art is no accident.

Butterflies. …

I see the purple of the sun
Filter rays in ways unseen
Sparkling with what god has done
Fingerprints of where he's been
Of an engineer so fine

In the summers of my youth
In the days when I had time
I would stop and stare at them
And wonder at the gentleness
Of an engineer so fine

In a breeze they fly away
I run to see where they alight
Knowing I'll be left behind
Forever-more out of sight
Like the engineer so fine

The gift of magic to a child
From the god who made the stars
And put each thing in its place
More soft and gentle than the flowers
Of an engineer so fine

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33 thoughts on “Fine art is no accident.

  1. An Evening and a MorningFrom winter willow brown and bareFrosted rainbows evening makesAnd even in the setting sunThe silver crystal beauty shadesWhen winter beauty makesThe treed horizons black and whiteAre stark contrasts made of coldWhere merely sunny months agoWas filled with flowers of goldWas filled with flowers of goldThat there are places such as theseHave hid so long such majestyShould all be made for me?Why can’t others see?How could no others seeFrom black to silver starry nightWhen mountains purple out of stoneAnd pink clouds form roses around the doorThrough which the rising sun Breaks through to breathe light onBreaks through to breathe life on

  2. You are she that grows in the clefts of the mountainsYour flesh the bud of cool heightsWashed in clean cold waterBurnishedYour flesh is the flesh of the lilySheltered in the shade of big treesSupported in the depths of the forestOur children will be the footprints of the sunThe faces of summer turned up in early springIn storms they will remain calmIn blizzards they will gather companyIn the height of summer they will not fadeThe shade of strong trees they will provideI have searched through the forestFalse trails I have takenBroken boughs hide your tracksThrough water meadows along riversides I searchLed on by a calling scent so sweetUnder clouds of promised rainAlongside torrents into tiredness and gloomWhere are you?

  3. What gets me with their wings is that thay are so large and so fragile yet they don't break. They lift the fly and it drops forwards until it brings up its wings again.They "snake" along but with a very efficient engine, because of their size compared to their element. And the scales are so fragile they will come off on your skin if you touch them. Their iridescence is because they have parts that are actually smaller than the diameter of light waves.I'm not sure I have got much of that correct, as I learned of it so long ago I have no idea where.

  4. Under SnowBuried deep under snow and of leaves long agoSleeps the cold white heart until the springBrings the cool balmy daysAnd the suns liquid raysWhen the birds once again learn to singIn the pebbles and roots and the moist leaf-mouldShoots the first green flame of the flowerPast the point of return of the frost that might burnTo the emerald quiet of the bowerLike prints of the sun recreation begunIn the mist pocket hollows of shadeWhere long shadows form, these flowers are bornThe shimmering gems of the gladeAs the spring fades outScattered about are threads of gossamer twineSwards of honey and milk is the grass turned to silkFor fractions of moments in time.

  5. DiamondsDiamond bright the sky at night bursts apart in celestial lightAnd who could wield such power and might?But Jehovah?Such wisdom shows a god of loveOr did the sky above evolve; that first dayIn one breathtaking shove?Who really did the dark remove?Jehovah.Raise your eyesAnd in that gaze, reflect that power, from ancient days,Has held each orb through all its waysCould an accident in any way take such glory from Jehovah?Have you not seen, have you not heard?Such eminence built by his word is a shout of praiseNot some absurd “big bang”The scattered jewels write the nameJehovah.

  6. Last one:Whether Lore Gathered are the leaves of Autumn, scattered from the dish of Summer,Broken like the Spring before them.Mantles on the fat of Winter.Soon will come the drifting marchers.With their grinding, honing, etching.Winding, bending, freezing, stinging, hurting, cutting and reshaping.In the midst of misty mornings,On the cold and frosty evenings,During daylight pale and faded,On the long nightLit or moonlessNothing on the mountain rangesNothing in the forest changesNothing in the valley strange isBut the weather that is winterMoves or changes or decrees it.Yet below the mountain snowlineEven in its snowy blanketSomething eats this fat of winterSomething unseenSomething greedySomething for the future readyWaiting for the time approachingTo show it is a thing of beautyPastel green and saffron blossomed.And in turn this verdant virginMaturing in the warmer sunshine,To take its turn as summer fragrantTo make the most of soils fertileAnd the rain that blessed by heavenBrings from SummerFruits of Autumn.

  7. Nice one. A new favourite post indeed.Your remark about butterflies is totally right -I love that detail with respect to the iridiscent colour of their wings. It's remarkable: those microstructures beeing the source of it.. I have to write down a post about butterflies. In fact, an awesome creature.Thanks Michael.

  8. Originally posted by tdjmd1:

    On each scales, we find layers of microscopic, evenly spaced ridges, (8,9,10) which, in turn, have still smaller ridges on their sides.The distance between these tiny ridges is actually smaller than a wavelength of light. They break up the light waves and create interference pattern. As a result, some colours are cancelled out and others are intensified.

    Where is that from?

  9. Originally posted by BBC in 1999:

    The iridescent colours found on a butterfly's wing may soon be appearing in the clothes we wear. British scientists are studying the optical trickery butterflies use to produce their spectacular colours. They believe the results may lead to spray-on iridescence for the fashion industry. Other applications could be new liquid crystal displays and anti-counterfeiting marks for banknotes. Butterfly colours are not all pigmentsButterflies and moths produce some of the most brilliant colours in nature. The colours are often not due to pigments but are created by tiny structures that manipulate the very nature of light itself. The trick is called iridescence and the secret lies in the detailed structure of the wing. "Butterflies and moths have got iridescence down to a fine art. We want to explain the structures found within the scales on their wings that cause the colours," explains Professor Roy Sambles of Exeter University. "We hope eventually that our research will allow us to design novel synthetic structures that have the same properties," he adds. Remarkable light show Butterfly wings consist of intricate layers of chitin cuticle separated by air spaces. These can be seen using the magnifying power of an electron microscope. "A solid block of chitin is almost transparent, but when it is arranged in specific geometrical layers, it can reflect light in a remarkable way," said Dr Pete Vukusic of Exeter University, who has been studying the scales. "The diversity and complexity of these chitin arrangements place them among the most complicated extra-cellular structures anywhere in the living world," he added. Two excellent examples of iridescence of butterflies and moths are the wing scales of most of the Morpho family of butterflies and the Urania family of moths. These were among the first to be examined because of their brilliant iridescence. Layers in Christmas tree patterns interfere with the lightEach Morpho scale has a series of cuticle ridges arranged in a "Christmas tree" formation. Each layer reflects light in the same way as a thin film of oil on water. The effect of several layers produces multiple light reflections. The well-known effect of light interference causes some colours to be cancelled out while others are reinforced. The result is the striking colours we see. The colours depend upon the exact structure of the wing and also the angle at which it is observed. Morpho can be bright blue when seen from above but looking from an angle makes it appear more violet. As well as using an electron microscope the Exeter research team have also examined butterflies wings using lasers. They have found that some wings can reflect as much as 75% of blue light, a remarkable value for a natural substance. Sparks of colour Iridescent colours have long fascinated scientists. In 1634 Sir Theodore de Mayerne, physician to Charles 1, observed that the "eyes" on the wing of the peacock butterfly "shine curiously like stars, and do cast about them sparks of the colours of the Rainbow". Sir Isaac Newton in his book Opticks, published in 1704, put forward a reason for the iridescent colour from the feathers of peacock tails. But the credit for formulating the principle of iridescence goes to Robert Boyle, a contemporary of Isaac Newton.

  10. Originally posted by Unasia:

    I have to go slow (no comments)

    If you live in an area that has Chinooks you might not get the idea of soft flowers shooting in the snow?Crocuses and snowdrops, so frail yet sturdy; then daffodils and bluebells. It's a beautiful time of the year. And more than makes up for winter.But I love winter anyway. The stark barrenness appeals to me.Not the miserable, incessant rain though. Yet sometimes, when the bark is shining wet in some lights and the haloes of twigs and branches form chandeliers…

  11. I will come back and re-visit and read more..I have to go slow (no comments) But these are very nice, very sincere. Bravo.

  12. Its been very dry in my area, just missed storms, but during a prime season…fall may be drab this year, but even those tones. I like the cold, it changes everything at a very cold point

  13. Not much TV (car channel) Radio, yes, michigan radio, and a few skit show, comedy shows on npr newspapers..good for cleaning windows. What are you asking about the Striated clouds?I am panning from west (stormfront) to east.

  14. Parts of my homeland have been flooded this summer.Not much reporting of it on my favourite Usenet forum though: uk.sci.weather and I don't watch TV or listen to the Radio. I stopped reading newspapers decades ago.So I missed all of the accounts.Do you know where the ends of the striations go to on your clouds?They tend to stretch from hill to hill over here but there are so many closely packed hills you can't fail to see it (unless you are normal.)Striated clouds are most common when the time of lunar phase is between 2 and 4 o'clock. The most difficult times to forecast for.Maps in Britain showing the contours of land heights are easily the most common in Britain. Or were until Google started monopolising the internet.Nobody seems to be producing them for the 'net do they?As if the be-all and end-all of maps is the house where you live and the place where you work or want to visit on holiday!

  15. The dark lines in the clouds indicate the bottoms of them. The white are usually the edges. It is difficult to tell with clouds. But if light is getting through there is the thinner part.When the black bits form lines those are called striations. They usually stretch from one hill to the next. Wind pouring under the layer takes the waste away leaving flat level layers.But some parts of the USA are so flat they can't reach from hill to hill so there is nothing to stop them rotating.Where I live there is only one hill and it isn't very high but it is large enough to make the clouds spin around it sometimes, like the hands on a clock.When a huge downpour threatens, a fish or cigar shaped dark mass will reach from it to another hill miles away. This is a Roll Cloud. The same sort of cloud that causes direchos in your country I believe.Not certain.Other types of stripes are Mares Tails that form in the same direction but loose of any obstacles, high in the frozen part of the sky. They signal serious tropical storms.The other, one everyone knows, are Mackerel Skies. The clouds take on the pattern of baked fish flesh.

  16. to the southwest are some hills, maybe weather is caged? Roll clouds all kinds, mostly from the west, had a dericho go through about 7 years ago, lots of damage, I took photos, put them up once in awhile, they are scary. When I think I have not seen a cloud type…they happen, but I look all the time.

  17. Originally posted by LD37:

    Under the snow

    It's breathtaking to stumble onto a field of these on a cold damp February day: Especially when the weather has been so dreary for so long.Even more stark if rain has charcoaled the tree trunks.Almost at the same time you might see primroses; the subtle British understatement of delicacy so much more beautiful for that than their larger, more vivid, African cousin the primula.Then they are replaced by bluebells, sadly all picked to hell by fools who know no better. Destroyed by their own beauty. Again a combined vividness that is more subtle than the invading Spanish version.A wood full of them will dazzle with something you can't describe. Psychedelic rather than bright -but dazzle no less.The eye can't quite settle on an unfamiliar lilac colour it tries to change to grey.Then the corny daffodils come all blowzy yellow and bright. And when they turn tawdry, brown and frayed, Spring is over. The pastel leaves on the trees above them darken with lost virginity.Caterpillars and other larvae come out and song birds stop singing. Too busy with their newborn to do more than occasionally advertise: "No intruders required here."

  18. Originally posted by Weatherlawyer:

    It's breathtaking to stumble onto a field of these on a cold damp February day:

    I feel already types are from that Welsh poet but about pictures.. I wonder till..

  19. Originally posted by tdjmd1:

    Is it in your city?

    No it was on a web page I was looking at for images of snowdrops.I aught to put the links in but failed to collect them. Not a very nice thing to do so when I have a little time and can remember to I will try and find them again and do so.

  20. Originally posted by Weatherlawyer:

    I will try and find them again and do so.

    Here you have: your otter seat link..

    http://www.felmersham.net/journal/images-gallery12/otter-seat.jpg

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