Let's finish with some ducks, why not? ...and a reminder that next week it's time for Final Friday Feature posts again!
WYSIWYG
What You See Is What You Get. This is a journal blog, an explore-blog, a bit of this and that blog. Sharing where the mood takes me. Perhaps it will take you too.
Menoturals; Birdy Bits
Here we are at Nature Friday once more. Today, I bring you a Moorhen, Peahens and their Cock, an African Grey Parrot (called Peter), and Cockatiels. The first was from the Edinburgh Botanic visit, the rest are from the Pets Corner at Hazlehead Park, Aberdeen.
Menongous; Big Art
As promised last Thursday, this week I am sharing a few of the installation art pieces/monuments to be found at Hazlehead Park in Aberdeen.
....BUT FIRST...
To have truly life-long friends is a rare thing. Like family, there are times apart, long silences, reunions, ongoing fun and mayhem, ups and downs and through it all the bond is unbroken. Thank you, "Aitch", and welcome to the OAP club!
Right, back to the post proper. These are just some examples; apparently, there are quite a few more to be discovered in the park - a good reason to return! Where there was no info plaque, I have cut and pasted info from a Visit Aberdeen leaflet. I could have saved the last three for the Menonday posts, but I have plenty lined up there, and anyway, these were so much a part of the visit to Hazlehead and integral to my enjoyment of it that they deserve this independent post. Enjoy!
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Piper Alpha Memorial by Sue Jane Taylor, Dingwall, Scotland, born 1960. Bronze with gilt and Corrennie granite plinth. The memorial to the 167 men killed in the Piper Alpha disaster on 6 July 1988 is in the North Sea Memorial Rose Garden and was unveiled by the Queen Mother in 1991. |
Menoizikul; Midweek Musicalisms
I confess, when I saw this one on the listing from the tubular's June tune selection, I jumped at it. I suppose it got picked because it was from the Vienna Summer Concert in 2019, June 20th. One of my personal all-time favourite mood pieces. It evokes all sorts of memories, feelings, and a level of awe.
It is poetry in sound.
It is angst, sung.
It is love wrung.
It is prayer.
In the words of one of the commenters (and yes, it was in caps)
"MUSIC LIKE THIS SHOULD BE PLAYED IN THE STREETS OF EVERY CITY ALL OVER THE WORLD."
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