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Who was Cassandra?


  • In the Iliad, she is described as the loveliest of the daughters of Priam (King of Troy), and gifted with prophecy. The god Apollo loved her, but she spurned him. As a punishment, he decreed that no one would ever believe her. So when she told her fellow Trojans that the Greeks were hiding inside the wooden horse...well, you know what happened.

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August 21, 2014

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It's so peaceful in the Fairy's world.

Oh, that looks lovely. It's been a long time since I've hiked, particularly anywhere remote. But you're so right - from the ultra tiny to the immense all around you. I can smell the mossy greenery in your photos.

Nice macro shots! Fungi and lichens are among my favorite subjects.

You are quite right, Ellena! When I was a child, I lived in those fairy worlds quite a lot...maybe you did too?

It really was a beautiful place, Leslee, and reminded me that I need to get out of the city more often.

Thanks a lot, Larry! I don't do as much macro photography as I'd like, now that I live in the city -- but of course there are worlds right under my feet here, too.

Beautiful. Reminds me of a book I love, "Reading the Mountains of Home" by John Elder. Maybe you know it.

Kia Ora Beth,
Beautiful. The lichens, mosses, ferns, and the world they create have taught me that to walk slowly and quietly in the forest is best. Have a wonderful weekend.
Robb

It looks enchanting.

Hi Andrea -- I don't know that book by John Elder -- I'll look it up, and thanks for the recommendation. Right now I'm reading "View from Lazy Point" by Carl Safina, which is about the shore of Long Island, and it's reminding me how much I enjoy reading nature writing.

Robb, yes, the little things teach us to be quieter and less the large galumphing mammals we tend to be! I hope things are going well for you and that you've been able to do some hiking - is it cold there right now?

Hattie: I've always believed in the enchanted quality of these hidden places beneath trees and rocks. They invite us in for tea...

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