Nice place. An old pub, eh? Every hear the clinking of glasses late in
the night when everyone should be a'bed? <g>
I once committed Invictus to memory, long ago in school days. Seems a
little over the top now, but then if I were facing the reaper perhaps
not so much.
At any rate, it's not a bad verse to ponder as one enters one's third
week sitting in the Intensive Care Unit at Maine Medical Center. Ben's
developed Acute Respiratory Distress Syndrome, likely as a result of
so much time in surgery, and his lungs are having a devil of a time
absorbing oxygen. It's a reversible condition, especially in one so
young, but it takes time and time and more time. So we're in for a
long haul, but there's a bit of light down there toward the end of the
tunnel. Not much, but a bit, and right now, a bit is enough.
--Bob
On Feb 6, 2012, at 7:04 AM, Chris Barker wrote:
> Thanks, Bob
>
> That's my house, an old pub ("The Three Horseshoes"). The lit bay
> window is my dining-room. You can just see the remains of a sign
> painted on the wall above and to the left, "Royston Fine Ales and
> Bottled Stout".
>
> A couple of later shots are from my sitting-room, one towards the
> bay window
>
> The ISO was 12,800 for both night shots.
>
> That is Invictus; I understand that he was poorly in hospital with
> TB, or later perhaps when he was having an operation on his
> remaining foot.
>
> "Out of the night that covers me,
> Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
> I thank whatever gods may be
> For my unconquerable soul.
>
> In the fell clutch of circumstance
> I have not winced nor cried aloud.
> Under the bludgeonings of chance
> My head is bloody, but unbowed.
>
> Beyond this place of wrath and tears
> Looms but the Horror of the shade,
> And yet the menace of the years
> Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
>
> It matters not how strait the gate,
> How charged with punishments the scroll.
> I am the master of my fate:
> I am the captain of my soul. "
>
>
> William Ernest Henley
>
> Chris
> On 6 Feb 2012, at 11:57, Bob Whitmire wrote:
>
>> Nice. I rather like the second orange one. I also recall "Invictus"
>> if
>> it's the one that has to do with being captain of one's fate and
>> master of one's soul.
>>
>> --Bob
>>
>>
>> On Feb 5, 2012, at 11:28 AM, Chris Barker wrote:
>>
>>> We had a fairly heavy fall of snow last night and it has prompted me
>>> to get out and take some photos:
>>>
>>> http://images.threeshoes.biz/Landscapes/Winter/14684316_Bpdbrt
>>>
>>> Four (starting with the orangey ones) are of my street and my house;
>>> the orange cast is from the street lights as it was nearly 1100 when
>>> I decided to go out and see the scene.
>>>
>>> The following few shots are from a nearby hamlet called Cockayne
>>> Hatley, St John's Church and graveyard where we went for a walk in
>>> the snow. The church is quite a handsome one, especially outlined
>>> with snow, but the graveyard contains the gravestone of William
>>> Ernest Henley. I didn't really know of him until I first found the
>>> grave some years ago, but he has written some well-known poems,
>>> including "Invictus".
>>
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