Christopher Robin came down from the Forest to the Bridge, feeling all sunny and careless, and just as if twice nineteen didn't matter a bit, as it didn't on such a happy afternoon, and he though that if he stood on the bottom rail of the bridge, and leant over, and watched the river slipping slowly away beneath him, then he would suddenly know everything that there was to be known.
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that is just awesome.
nostalgia!
Papa used to read this to me when I went to bed each night. I remember that my favorite story was 'The House at Pooh Corner'...
"I like that too," said Christopher Robin, "but what I like doing best is Nothing."
"How do you do Nothing?" asked Pooh, after he had wondered for a long time.
"Well, it's when people call out at you just as you're going of to do it, What are you going to do, Christopher Robin, and you say, Oh nothing, and then you go and do it."
"Oh, I see," said Pooh.
"This is the sort of thing that we're doing right now."...
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As I have practiced it, photography produces pleasure by simplicity. I see something special and show it to the camera. A picture is produced. The moment is held until someone sees it. Then it is theirs.
-Sam Abell
So give them to us! We're tired of waiting.
~e
i wish that was how everything could work....
When I was little, Daddy used to make up what we called "Pooh stories", combining Pooh Bear and Curious George and putting them in situations relating to Gabe and my present lives...it was great! We occasionally wrote them down...I've since read the stories that A. A. Miline himself wrote...the one that Eleanor mentioned was always one of my favorites...
Sing Ho! for the life of a Bear!
Sing Ho! for the life of a Pooh!
...and I'll have a little something
in an hour or two!
Oh, I adore Pooh stories. They never get old. And you can never get too old for them, either.
Rivers ARE very wise, esp when little ones gaze into them. That makes them feel very sunny and careless themselves.
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