THE COLOR OF LIFE IN BLACK AND WHITE AND SOMETIMES GRAY
A Collection of Photographs by
StaceyGrieff with Poems and Quotes and Other Thoughts
THE COLOR OF LIFE IN BLACK AND WHITE AND SOMETIMES GRAY
A Collection of Photographs by
StaceyGrieff with Poems and Quotes and Other Thoughts
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To love playthings well as a child, to lead an adventurous and honourable youth, and to settle when the time arrives, into a green and smiling age, 10 11
is to be a good artist in life and deserve well of yourself and your neighbor. Robert Louis Stevenson 1850—1894
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The purest and most thoughtful minds are those 12 13
which love color the most. John Ruskin 1 81 9 — 1 9 0 0
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I believe in Michael Angelo, Velasquez, and Rembrandt; in the might of design, the mystery of color, 14 15
the redemption of all things by Beauty everlasting, and the message of Art that has made these hands blessed. George Bernard Shaw 1856—1950
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The man in the wilderness asked me, How many strawberries grow in the sea? I answered him, as I thought good, As many as red herrings grow in the wood. 16 17 The Whole Duty of Man 1744
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When Earth’s last picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colours have faded, and the youngest critic has died, 18 19
We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it— lie down for an aeon or two, Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall put us to work anew. Rudyard Kipling 1865—1936
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And finds, with keen discriminating sight, Black’s not so black— nor white so very white. 20 21 George Canning 1770—1827
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The ladies of St. James’s! They’re painted to the eyes, Their white it stays for ever, Their red it never dies; 22 23
But Phyllida, my Phyllida! Her colour comes and goes; It trembles to a lily,— It wavers to a rose. Henry Austin Dobson 1 8 4 0 — 1 9 21
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Eyes too expressive to be blue, Too lovely 24 25
to be grey. Matthew Arnold 1822—1888
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But pleasures are like poppies spread— You seize the flower, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls into the river— 26 27
A moment white— then it melts for ever. Robert Burns 1759—1796
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Black spirits and white, Red spirits and grey, Mingle, mingle, mingle, You that mingle may. 28 29 William Shakespeare 1 5 6 4 — 1 61 6
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The other night, from cares exempt, I slept—and what d’you think I dreamt? I dreamt that somehow I had come To dwell in Topsy-Turveydom!— 30 31
Where vice is virtue—virtue, vice; Where nice is nasty—nasty, nice; Where right is wrong and wrong is right— Where white is black and black is white. Sir William Schwenck Gilbert 1 8 3 6 — 1 911
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‘Yes,’ I answered you last night; ‘No,’ this morning, sir, I say. Colours seen by candle-light Will not look the same by day. 32 33 Elizabeth Barrett Browning 1 8 0 6 — 1 8 61
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There has fallen a splend’d tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate; 34 35
The red rose cries, ‘She is near, she is near;’ And the white rose weeps, ‘She is late;’ The lakespur listens, ‘I hear, I hear; And the lily whispers, ‘I wait’… Alfred Lord Tennyson 1809—1892
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When all the world is young, lad, And all the trees are green;
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And all the trees are brown: And all the sport is stale, lad,
And every lass a queen;
And all the wheels run down;
And round the world away; Young blood must have its course, lad, And every dog his day.
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When all the world is old, lad,
And every goose a swan, lad,
Then hey for boot and horse, lad, 36 37
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Creep home, and take your place there, The spent and maimed among; God grant you find one face there, You loved when all was young.
Charles Kingsley 1 81 9 – 1 8 7 5
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Some candle clear burns somewhere I came by, I muse at how its being puts blissful back With yellowy moisture mild night’s blear-all black, Or to-fro tender trambeams truckle at the eye. 38 39 Gerard Manley Hopkins 1844—1889
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If love were what the rose is, And I were like the leaf, Our lives would grow together In sad or singing weather, 40 41
Blown fields or flowerful closes, Green pleasure or grey grief. Algernon Charles Swinburne 1837—1909
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My anvil and hammer lies declined, My bellows have quite lost their wind, My fire’s extinct, my forge decay’d, My vice is in the dust all laid. 42 43
My coals is spent, my iron gone, My nails are drove, my work is done, My mortal part rests nigh this stone, My soul to heaven I hope is gone. Anonymous Epitaph on John Hunter, a blacksmith, d i e d 10 A p r i l 1 7 9 2 . Fo u n d i n S t . A n d r e w ’s C h a p e l , S h o t l e y, and on other blacksmiths elsewhere.
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W H I T E
i m i t a t i o n
a l s o ,
c o m p l e t e
w i t h
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h a v i n g
S O M E T I M E S
a c t i o n
m a g n i t u d e ,
i t s e l f . . .
a r o u s i n g
p i t y
a n d
f e a r ,
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w h e r e w i t h
t o
o f
a c c o m p l i s h
s u c h
i t s
e m o t i o n s .
Aristotle 384—322 B.C.
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