tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307012732024-03-16T10:15:01.408-07:00cloudpapersbarbara reutherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01714582681354205156noreply@blogger.comBlogger647125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30701273.post-24014812032169761012023-12-11T18:14:00.000-08:002023-12-11T18:14:39.417-08:00Reset<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiVlE3m_zxGwkEBhKgpOZiQ8EI1C6d7ozl_80Pt43rfLgrhT0555POVA99gbbC4Nidnz05LUig5MezMbLmvg1krLXomr7hSMRWPrC5DtBkTDhxclKKUj7WhEuFWfzzSmZ_GCjtnDXaCisJIkJ1XaoeeXt2ntnxzLKqXn4DSxjYlpS2B6iztAdXh" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="335" data-original-width="500" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiVlE3m_zxGwkEBhKgpOZiQ8EI1C6d7ozl_80Pt43rfLgrhT0555POVA99gbbC4Nidnz05LUig5MezMbLmvg1krLXomr7hSMRWPrC5DtBkTDhxclKKUj7WhEuFWfzzSmZ_GCjtnDXaCisJIkJ1XaoeeXt2ntnxzLKqXn4DSxjYlpS2B6iztAdXh" width="320" /></a></div><br />Returning to this blog after being away for years. Here's to moving forward.barbara reutherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01714582681354205156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30701273.post-29022699012376099212014-08-02T18:53:00.001-07:002014-08-02T18:53:12.561-07:00Is it Work?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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barbara reutherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01714582681354205156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30701273.post-15248019873187107692013-12-12T20:23:00.001-08:002013-12-12T20:23:48.992-08:00Push<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Once upon a time, huffing and slowly pushing my bike up a beautiful hill, I was given some good encouragement, always give this. </div>
barbara reutherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01714582681354205156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30701273.post-11501594961121116982013-11-02T20:29:00.001-07:002013-11-02T20:29:37.555-07:00O-Bean, O-Bear...Happy Birthday<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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barbara reutherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01714582681354205156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30701273.post-66002905313158121662013-11-02T20:13:00.002-07:002013-11-02T20:13:30.960-07:00Many Thanks<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Many thanks to Nashi for doing all the heavy creative lifting throughout the summer. </div>
barbara reutherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01714582681354205156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30701273.post-23670018365504013332013-11-02T20:05:00.001-07:002013-11-02T20:26:27.775-07:00October<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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barbara reutherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01714582681354205156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30701273.post-82519152399957174942013-11-02T20:00:00.000-07:002013-11-02T20:00:09.978-07:00September<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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barbara reutherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01714582681354205156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30701273.post-31745620290483836632013-11-02T19:49:00.002-07:002013-11-02T19:49:51.115-07:00August<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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barbara reutherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01714582681354205156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30701273.post-13177570504833033922013-07-22T20:10:00.003-07:002013-11-02T20:05:17.898-07:00July<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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barbara reutherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01714582681354205156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30701273.post-43605058122967424232013-07-21T21:35:00.000-07:002013-11-02T20:06:35.419-07:00Song for Richard Collopy<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Years ago I started listening to the band Sun Kill Moon, fell in love with a few songs from their early cds. Couldn't help but think how much Mark Kozelek reminded me of Scott Appel. While going through some of the cassettes from Scott I found one labeled, Mark Kozelek. Here's a song from Among the Leaves. </span><br />
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<span aria-live="polite" class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{"type":45}" id="fbPhotoPageCaption" tabindex="0"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The tide at night, murmur of bare feet on the sand.<br /> <br /> The tide, at dawn, opens the eyelids of the day.<br /> <br /> The tide breathes in the deep night and, sleeping, speaks in dreams.<br /><span class="text_exposed_show"> <br /> The tide that licks the corpses that the coast throws at it.<br /> <br /> The tide rises, races, howls, knocks down the door, breaks the furniture, and<br /> then, on the shore, softly weeps.<br /> <br /> The tide, madwoman writing indecipherable signs on the rocks, signs of death.<br /> <br /> The sand guards the secrets of the tide.<br /> <br /> Who is the tide talking to, all night long?<br /> <br /> —Octavio Paz, from “Target Practice” in issue 201, Summer 2012: <a href="http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Ftpr.ly%2F16StZKq&h=rAQHE_Azz&s=1" rel="nofollow nofollow" target="_blank">http://tpr.ly/16StZKq</a>. Art Credit Richard Diebenkorn.</span></span></span></div>
barbara reutherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01714582681354205156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30701273.post-46759793737344399932013-07-17T19:30:00.000-07:002013-07-21T19:40:51.538-07:00Some Movies<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"We are the real countries, not the boundaries drawn on maps with the names of powerful men." Some movies just get better and better with age. The English Patient gets better and better, so beautifully rendered.</span><br />
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barbara reutherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01714582681354205156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30701273.post-44410425627183566672013-07-16T20:07:00.001-07:002013-11-02T20:07:46.015-07:00Europe Summer Summer<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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barbara reutherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01714582681354205156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30701273.post-67141545245175013022012-03-24T15:34:00.003-07:002012-03-24T15:59:37.172-07:00St Patrick's Day Blessing<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwZnUE6p3Sno3o7RL22AE1EBMiB8HngRbZSHMEjZ2xS92q45C5n7gdDWjI2ei5Wi71Mgcw_RJNZSbJGkmqD2fh22nlce0UXPXNBZIQVwNp-kKfYUIgDmFzqWNcrp4iISltTJbi/s1600/seaplane%252813%2529.jpg" style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; "><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwZnUE6p3Sno3o7RL22AE1EBMiB8HngRbZSHMEjZ2xS92q45C5n7gdDWjI2ei5Wi71Mgcw_RJNZSbJGkmqD2fh22nlce0UXPXNBZIQVwNp-kKfYUIgDmFzqWNcrp4iISltTJbi/s320/seaplane%252813%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723600880538079538" /></a><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span ><b> </b></span><strong><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; ">Beannacht</span></strong></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; "><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; ">On the day when<br />the weight deadens<br />on your shoulders<br />and you stumble,<br />may the clay dance<br />to balance you. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; "> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; ">And when your eyes<br />freeze behind<br />the grey window<br />and the ghost of loss<br />gets in to you,<br />may a flock of colours,<br />indigo, red, green,<br />and azure blue<br />come to awaken in you<br />a meadow of delight. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; "> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; ">When the canvas frays<br />in the currach of thought<br />and a stain of ocean<br />blackens beneath you,<br />may there come across the waters<br />a path of yellow moonlight<br />to bring you safely home. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; "> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; ">May the nourishment of the earth be yours,<br />may the clarity of light be yours,<br />may the fluency of the ocean be yours,<br />may the protection of the ancestors be yours.<br />And so may a slow<br />wind work these words<br />of love around you,<br />an invisible cloak<br />to mind your life.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; "><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; ">John O’Donohue<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; text-align: center; "><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; "><o:p></o:p></span></p>barbara reutherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01714582681354205156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30701273.post-1544597715574849492012-02-07T11:16:00.001-08:002012-10-25T20:18:22.593-07:00Cosmic Void<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">At first glance, it looks like this could be a microscopic image of tree bark or seashell; or it might be a cluster of blood cells in the body. But this evocative image depicts the grandest scales of all — streams of matter delineating the network of cosmic voids, each tens of millions of light years across.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Matter accumulates where the voids meet, forming a cosmic web<br />of walls, filaments, and clusters of galaxies. This illustration was awarded first place in the informational graphics category in the 2011 <i style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Science</i>/NSF International Science & Engineering<br />Visualization Challenge.</span></div>
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barbara reutherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01714582681354205156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30701273.post-64953884437948450642012-01-30T19:28:00.000-08:002012-01-31T14:13:18.732-08:00From Blossoms<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIniEUIxYf8c0vPtg05HjVqdJpNJVqPwlZEnyctqThsu0ZD_TAIice4jp-AZtw8Fs9s2JcCkAHpBioFzXBfOfc6QmjrIuOF7k5EoOM1X0W1djI_BHruJA7jNpGnb16vEfvNJWf/s1600/bag+of+peaches.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIniEUIxYf8c0vPtg05HjVqdJpNJVqPwlZEnyctqThsu0ZD_TAIice4jp-AZtw8Fs9s2JcCkAHpBioFzXBfOfc6QmjrIuOF7k5EoOM1X0W1djI_BHruJA7jNpGnb16vEfvNJWf/s400/bag+of+peaches.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703919184383321250" /><br /></a><div><span >From blossoms comes</span></div><div><span >this brown paper bag of peaches</span></div><div><span >we bought from the boy</span></div><div><span >at the bend in the road where we turned toward</span></div><div><span >signs painted <i>Peaches</i>.</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span >From laden boughs, from hands,</span></div><div><span >from sweet fellowship in the bins,</span></div><div><span >comes nectar at the roadside, succulent</span></div><div><span >peaches we devour, dusty skin and all,</span></div><div><span >comes the familiar dust of summer, dust we eat.</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span >O, to take what we love inside,</span></div><div><span >to carry within us an orchard, to eat</span></div><div><span >not only the skin, but the shade,</span></div><div><span >not only the sugar, but the days, to hold</span></div><div><span >the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into</span></div><div><span >the round jubilance of peach.</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span >There are days we live</span></div><div><span >as if death were nowhere</span></div><div><span >in the background; from joy</span></div><div><span >to joy to joy, from wing to wing,</span></div><div><span >from blossom to blossom to</span></div><div><span >impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span >Li-Young Lee</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><br /></div>barbara reutherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01714582681354205156noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30701273.post-54292835493635792182011-09-03T15:57:00.000-07:002011-09-03T16:01:58.324-07:00Solitary<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgytOE4N4NAiYibknxaHVkmEkGt6Oyy3Kc09VyVsql9dQibCDJ4sWPvrKKDf3oLqcZwUI_3NCBYXXYpyiCP8sD9wq_ywS7O9lkb-jR6a5f0b1xdIc135Jc29daDJ_jiyuoZyBUv/s1600/innisfree-b-b.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgytOE4N4NAiYibknxaHVkmEkGt6Oyy3Kc09VyVsql9dQibCDJ4sWPvrKKDf3oLqcZwUI_3NCBYXXYpyiCP8sD9wq_ywS7O9lkb-jR6a5f0b1xdIc135Jc29daDJ_jiyuoZyBUv/s400/innisfree-b-b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648272458326797666" /></a>
<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;">"You need not leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. You need not even listen, simply wait. You need not even wait, just learn to become quiet, and still, and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked. It has no choice; it will roll in ecstasy at your feet." </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;">
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I have to find the quote about finding balance in the moment like it is infinity - that's what ducks and surfers do.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div>barbara reutherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01714582681354205156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30701273.post-3592922310982928792011-01-31T18:50:00.001-08:002011-01-31T18:57:18.784-08:00Just Back<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvagZXeLhmvdSuBx7-CdwcWrb3o9uOUw_CqItcxSeAzRMBAvGLi6UTVN6OPJH35h97YAi4SgZR70O4hjjuuhmcVp2qD57z5o6r3oqdK1HRaaPtL1WcSmRKcUze39XqOTHY60O-/s1600/164786_1817467404909_1486844197_2018426_189369_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvagZXeLhmvdSuBx7-CdwcWrb3o9uOUw_CqItcxSeAzRMBAvGLi6UTVN6OPJH35h97YAi4SgZR70O4hjjuuhmcVp2qD57z5o6r3oqdK1HRaaPtL1WcSmRKcUze39XqOTHY60O-/s400/164786_1817467404909_1486844197_2018426_189369_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568548263901466882" /></a>Just Back from Florida. A visit with my mother and sisters, my mother is 87. This was her favorite painting at the exhibition we attended in Palm Beach.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div>barbara reutherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01714582681354205156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30701273.post-67700356787244581402011-01-15T12:19:00.000-08:002011-01-31T18:49:10.164-08:00Reading Mary Oliver<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0bT2A4xZZVVPlQoIz_A_-aoiGavJ-GSGJwMRgMNLKCJtrID9bcW6X1I_FjlspBPvjzFNm-mm32MB-UC-q6fce25pzP6H46eP5wmETI8lhRDXcMSA48mDZmEqW_q1irkcSw2sa/s1600/water-pond-john-gusky.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0bT2A4xZZVVPlQoIz_A_-aoiGavJ-GSGJwMRgMNLKCJtrID9bcW6X1I_FjlspBPvjzFNm-mm32MB-UC-q6fce25pzP6H46eP5wmETI8lhRDXcMSA48mDZmEqW_q1irkcSw2sa/s400/water-pond-john-gusky.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562510144421669890" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(0, 128, 128); "><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have settled after a night of rain.I dip my cupped hands.</span></span></span></div></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I drink a long time. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It tastes like stone, leaves, fire.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It falls cold into my body, waking the bones.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I hear them deep inside me,</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">whispering oh what is that beautiful thing </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">that just happened?</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Mary Oliver</span></span></span></div>barbara reutherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01714582681354205156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30701273.post-9293517050754527312011-01-06T10:58:00.000-08:002011-01-15T12:26:49.050-08:00The Lost Correspondent<div>"What you leave behind is not what is engraved in stone monuments, but what is woven into the lives of others.”</div><br />Pericles<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ4Vk7H7QOt9YdNQJjRCXaZnt8-WtEwMErvahAUJqo3BSp7aimGUXFU3D_CRew6FgLs2XhwnOGn-gWQOO_FWccZX7VbIxU-Y-HnS9ql3r1gPtWz0BTldYCnesy4wl9ys2CFFLF/s1600/The-Lost-Correspondent01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ4Vk7H7QOt9YdNQJjRCXaZnt8-WtEwMErvahAUJqo3BSp7aimGUXFU3D_CRew6FgLs2XhwnOGn-gWQOO_FWccZX7VbIxU-Y-HnS9ql3r1gPtWz0BTldYCnesy4wl9ys2CFFLF/s400/The-Lost-Correspondent01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562509587381255842" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Underwater Sculpture by Jason Taylor - The Lost Correspondent</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>barbara reutherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01714582681354205156noreply@blogger.com0