Monday, June 30, 2008

Caravaggio paintings

Caravaggio paintings
Claude Lorrain paintings
valuables of high price. His main personal responsibility in the matter was to be of the passive kind. He was to undertake -- either by himself, or by a trustworthy representative -- to receive at a prearranged address, on certain prearranged days in every year, a note from the Colonel, simply stating the fact that he was a living man at that date. In the event of the date passing over without the note being received, the Colonel's silence might be taken as a sure token of the Colonel's death by murder. In that case, and in no other, certain sealed instructions relating to the disposal of the Diamond, and deposited with it, were to be opened, and followed implicitly. If my father chose to accept this strange charge, the Colonel's papers were at his disposal in return. That was the letter.'
`What did your father do, sir?' I asked.
`Do?' says Mr. Franklin. `I'll tell you what he did. He brought the invaluable faculty, called common sense, to bear on the Colonel's letter. The whole thing, he declared, was simply absurd. Somewhere in his Indian wanderings, the Colonel had picked up with some wretched crystal which he took for a diamond. As for the danger of his being murdered, and the precautions devised to preserve his life and his piece of crystal

Claude Monet paintings

Claude Monet paintings
Charles Chaplin paintings
were likely to be of service to him in his lawsuit. He called on the Colonel, on pretence of welcoming him back to England. The Colonel was not to be deluded in that way. "You want something," he said, "or you would never have compromised your reputation by calling on me." My father saw that the one chance for him was to show his hand; he admitted, at once, that he wanted the papers. The Colonel asked for a day to consider his answer. His answer came in the shape of a most extraordinary letter, which my friend the lawyer showed me. The Colonel began by saying that he wanted something of my father, and that he begged to propose an exchange of friendly services between them. The fortune of war (that was the expression he used) had placed him in possession of one of the largest Diamonds in the world; and he had reason to believe that neither he nor his precious jewel was safe in any house, in any quarter of the globe, which they occupied together. Under these alarming circumstances, he had determined to place his Diamond in the keeping of another person. That person was not expected to run any risk. He might deposit the precious stone in any place especially guarded and set apart -- like a banker's or jeweller's strong-room -- for the safe custody

Douglas Hofmann paintings

Douglas Hofmann paintings
Diane Romanello paintings
EEPING my private sentiments to myself, I respectfully requested Mr. Franklin to go on. Mr. Franklin replied, `Don't fidget, Betteredge,' and went on.
Our young gentleman's first words informed me that his discoveries, concerning the wicked Colonel and the Diamond, had begun with a visit which he had paid (before he came to us) to the family lawyer, at Hampstead. A chance word dropped by Mr. Franklin, when the two were alone, one day, after dinner, revealed that he had been charged by his father with a birthday present to be taken to Miss Rachel. One thing led to another; and it ended in the lawyer mentioning what the present really was, and how the friendly connection between the late Colonel and Mr. Blake, senior, had taken its rise. The facts here are really so extraordinary, that I doubt if I can trust my own language to do justice to them. I prefer trying to report Mr. Franklin's discoveries, as nearly as may be, in Mr. Franklin's own words.
`You remember the time, Betteredge,' he said, `when my father was trying to prove his title to that unlucky Dukedom? Well! that was also the time when my uncle Herncastle returned from India. My father discovered that his brother-in-law was in possession of certain papers

Camille Pissarro paintings

Camille Pissarro paintings
Carl Fredrik Aagard paintings
Tell me about the three Indians you have had at the house today,' says Mr. Franklin, without noticing my question. `It's just possible, Betteredge, that my stranger and your three jugglers may turn out to be pieces of the same puzzle.'
`How do you come to know about the jugglers, sir?' I asked, putting one question on the top of another, which was bad manners, I own. But you don't expect much from poor human nature--so don't expect much from me.
`I saw Penelope at the house,' says Mr. Franklin; `and Penelope told me. Your daughter promised to be a pretty girl, Betteredge, and she has kept her promise. Penelope has got a small ear and a small foot. Did the late Mrs. Betteredge possess those inestimable advantages?'
`The late Mrs. Betteredge possessed a good many defects, sir,' says I. `One of them (if you will pardon my mentioning it) was never keeping to the matter in hand. She was more like a fly than a woman: she couldn't settle on anything.'
`She would just have suited me,' says Mr. Franklin. `I never settle on anything either. Betteredge

Sunday, June 29, 2008

Thomas Kinkade Golden Gate Bridge San Francisco painting

Thomas Kinkade Golden Gate Bridge San Francisco painting
Thomas Kinkade Gingerbread Cottage painting
treat Gil. Wait till I tell you. When you ran off the platform after the fairy dialogue one of your roses fell out of your hair. I saw Gil pick it up and put it in his breast pocket. There now. You're so romantic that I'm sure you ought to be pleased at that."
"It's nothing to me what that person does," said Anne loftily. "I simply never waste a thought on him, Diana."
That night Marilla and Matthew, who had been out to a concert for the first time in twenty years, sat for a while by the kitchen fire after Anne had gone to bed.
"Well now, I guess our Anne did as well as any of them," said Matthew proudly.
"Yes, she did," admitted Marilla. "She's a bright child, Matthew. And she looked real nice too. I've been kind of opposed to this concert scheme, but I suppose there's no real harm in it after all. Anyhow, I was proud of Anne tonight, although I'm not going to tell her so."
"Well now, I was proud of her and I did tell her so 'fore she went upstairs," said Matthew. "We must see what we can do for her some of these days, Marilla. I guess she'll need something more than Avonlea school

Thomas Kinkade Great North painting

Thomas Kinkade Great North painting
Thomas Kinkade Graceland painting
Well, your recitations just brought down the house, Anne. That sad one was simply splendid."
"Oh, I was so nervous, Diana. When Mr. Allan called out my name I really cannot tell how I ever got up on that platform. I felt as if a million eyes were looking at me and through me, and for one dreadful moment I was sure I couldn't begin at all. Then I thought of my lovely puffed sleeves and took courage. I knew that I must live up to those sleeves, Diana. So I started in, and my voice seemed to be coming from ever so far away. I just felt like a parrot. It's providential that I practiced those recitations so often up in the garret, or I'd never have been able to get through. Did I groan all right?"
"Yes, indeed, you groaned lovely," assured Diana.
"I saw old Mrs. Sloane wiping away tears when I sat down. It was splendid to think I had touched somebody's heart. It's so romantic to take part in a concert, isn't it? Oh, it's been a very memorable occasion indeed."
"Wasn't the boys' dialogue fine?" said Diana. "Gilbert Blythe was just splendid. Anne

Thomas Kinkade Key West painting

Thomas Kinkade Key West painting
Thomas Kinkade Hometown Christmas painting
rehearsal held.
The concert came off in the evening and was a pronounced success. The little hall was crowded; all the performers did excellently well, but Anne was the bright particular star of the occasion, as even envy, in the shape of Josie Pye, dared not deny.
"Oh, hasn't it been a brilliant evening?" sighed Anne, when it was all over and she and Diana were walking home together under a dark, starry sky.
"Everything went off very well," said Diana practically. "I guess we must have made as much as ten dollars. Mind you, Mr. Allan is going to send an account of it to the Charlottetown papers."
"Oh, Diana, will we really see our names in print? It makes me thrill to think of it. Your solo was perfectly elegant, Diana. I felt prouder than you did when it was encored. I just said to myself, `It is my dear bosom friend who is so honored.'"

Friday, June 27, 2008

Leonardo da Vinci Mona Lisa Painting painting

Leonardo da Vinci Mona Lisa Painting painting
William Etty William Etty painting
it is proper to look when asked out to tea. At other times she was wont to run into the kitchen without knocking; but now she knocked primly at the front door. And when Anne, dressed in her second best, as primly opened it, both little girls shook hands as gravely as if they had never met before. This unnatural solemnity lasted until after Diana had been taken to the east gable to lay off her hat and then had sat for ten minutes in the sitting room, toes in position.
"How is your mother?" inquired Anne politely, just as if she had not seen Mrs. Barry picking apples that morning in excellent health and spirits.
"She is very well, thank you. I suppose Mr. Cuthbert is hauling potatoes to the lily sands this afternoon, is he?" said Diana, who had ridden down to Mr. Harmon Andrews's that morning in Matthew's cart.
"Yes. Our potato crop is very good this year. I hope your father's crop is good too."
"It is fairly good, thank you. Have you picked many of your apples yet?"

Alexandre Cabanel The Birth of Venus painting

Alexandre Cabanel The Birth of Venus painting
George Frederick Watts Watts Hope painting
I can just imagine myself sitting down at the head of the table and pouring out the tea," said Anne, shutting her eyes ecstatically. "And asking Diana if she takes sugar! I know she doesn't but of course I'll ask her just as if I didn't know. And then pressing her to take another piece of fruit cake and another helping of preserves. Oh, Marilla, it's a wonderful sensation just to think of it. Can I take her into the spare room to lay off her hat when she comes? And then into the parlor to sit?"
"No. The sitting room will do for you and your company. But there's a bottle half full of raspberry cordial that was left over from the church social the other night. It's on the second shelf of the sitting-room closet and you and Diana can have it if you like, and a cooky to eat with it along in the afternoon, for I daresay Matthew'll be late coming in to tea since he's hauling potatoes to the vessel."
Anne flew down to the hollow, past the Dryad's Bubble and up the spruce path to Orchard Slope, to ask Diana to tea. As a result just after Marilla had driven off to Carmody, Diana came over, dressed in her second-best dress and looking exactly

Leonardo da Vinci The Last Supper painting

Leonardo da Vinci The Last Supper painting
Fabian Perez white and red painting
October was a beautiful month at Green Gables, when the birches in the hollow turned as golden as sunshine and the maples behind the orchard were royal crimson and the wild cherry trees along the lane put on the loveliest shades of dark red and bronzy green, while the fields sunned themselves in aftermaths.
Anne reveled in the world of color about her.
"Oh, Marilla," she exclaimed one Saturday morning, coming dancing in with her arms full of gorgeous boughs" 'I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. It would be terrible if we just skipped from September to November, wouldn't it? Look at these maple branches. Don't they give you a thrill--several thrills? I'm going to decorate my room with them."
"Messy things," said Marilla, whose aesthetic sense was not noticeably developed. "You clutter up your room entirely too

Thursday, June 26, 2008

childe hassam paintings

childe hassam paintings
Cheri Blum paintings
finally concluded. "He doesn't generally go to town this time of year and he never visits; if he'd run out of turnip seed he wouldn't dress up and take the buggy to go for more; he wasn't driving fast enough to be going for a doctor. Yet something must have happened since last night to start him off. I'm clean puzzled, that's what, and I won't know a minute's peace of mind or conscience until I know what has taken Matthew Cuthbert out of Avonlea today."
Accordingly after tea Mrs. Rachel set out; she had not far to go; the big, rambling, orchard-embowered house where the Cuthberts lived was a scant quarter of a mile up the road from Lynde's Hollow. To be sure, the long lane made it a good deal further. Matthew Cuthbert's father, as shy and silent as his son after him, had got as far away as he possibly could from his fellow men without actually retreating into the woods when he founded his homestead. Green Gables was built at the furthest edge of his cleared land and there it was to this day, barely visible from the main road along which all the

Camille Pissarro paintings

Camille Pissarro paintings
Carl Fredrik Aagard paintings
Avonlea; and he had the buggy and the sorrel mare, which betokened that he was going a considerable distance. Now, where was Matthew Cuthbert going and why was he going there?
Had it been any other man in Avonlea, Mrs. Rachel, deftly putting this and that together, might have given a pretty good guess as to both questions. But Matthew so rarely went from home that it must be something pressing and unusual which was taking him; he was the shyest man alive and hated to have to go among strangers or to any place where he might have to talk. Matthew, dressed up with a white collar and driving in a buggy, was something that didn't happen often. Mrs. Rachel, ponder as she might, could make nothing of it and her afternoon's enjoyment was spoiled.
"I'll just step over to Green Gables after tea and find out from Marilla where he's gone and why," the worthy woman

Caravaggio paintings

Caravaggio paintings
Claude Lorrain paintings
She was sitting there one afternoon in early June. The sun was coming in at the window warm and bright; the orchard on the slope below the house was in a bridal flush of pinky-white bloom, hummed over by a myriad of bees. Thomas Lynde-- a meek little man whom Avonlea people called "Rachel Lynde's husband"--was sowing his late turnip seed on the hill field beyond the barn; and Matthew Cuthbert ought to have been sowing his on the big red brook field away over by Green Gables. Mrs. Rachel knew that he ought because she had heard him tell Peter Morrison the evening before in William J. Blair's store over at Carmody that he meant to sow his turnip seed the next afternoon. Peter had asked him, of course, for Matthew Cuthbert had never been known to volunteer information about anything in his whole life. And yet here was Matthew Cuthbert, at half-past three on the afternoon of a busy day, placidly driving over the hollow and up the hill; moreover, he wore a white collar and his best suit of clothes, which was plain proof that he was going out of

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Decorative painting

Decorative painting
One summer's morning a little tailor was sitting on his table by the window, he was in good spirits, and sewed with all his might. Then came a peasant woman down the street crying, "Good jams, cheap. Good jams, cheap."
This rang pleasantly in the tailor's ears, he stretched his delicate head out of the window, and called, "Come up here, dear woman, here you will get rid of your goods."
The woman came up the three steps to the tailor with her heavy basket, and he made her unpack all the pots for him. He inspected each one, lifted it up, put his nose to it, and at length said, "The jam seems to me to be good, so weigh me out four ounces, dear woman, and if it is a quarter of a pound that is of no consequence." The woman who had hoped to find a good sale, gave him what he desired, but went away quite angry and grumbling.

Famous painting

Famous painting
Now, this jam shall be blessed by God," cried the little tailor, "and give me health and strength." So he brought the bread out of the cupboard, cut himself a piece right across the loaf and spread the jam over it. "This won't taste bitter," said he, "but I will just finish the jacket before I take a bite."
He laid the bread near him, sewed on, and in his joy, made bigger and bigger stitches. In the meantime the smell of the sweet jam rose to where the flies were sitting in great numbers, and they were attracted and descended on it in hosts.
"Ha! Who invited you?" said the little tailor, and drove the unbidden guests away. The flies, however, who understood no German, would not be turned away, but came back again in ever-increasing companies. The little tailor at last lost all patience, and drew a piece of cloth from the hole under his work-table, and saying, "Wait, and I will give it to you," struck it mercilessly on them. When he drew it away and counted, there lay before him no fewer than seven, dead and with legs stretched out.

wholesale oil painting

wholesale oil painting
Dem Ding will ich einen Riegel vorschieben", sagte das Schneiderlein. Abends legte es sich zu gewöhnlicher Zeit mit seiner Frau zu Bett. Als sie glaubte, er sei eingeschlafen, stand sie auf, öffnete die Tür und legte sich wieder. Das Schneiderlein, das sich nur stellte, als wenn es schliefe, fing an mit heller Stimme zu rufen: "Junge, mach mir den Wams und flick mir die Hosen, oder ich will dir die Elle über die Ohren schlagen! Ich habe siebene mit einem Streich getroffen, zwei Riesen getötet, ein Einhorn fortgeführt und ein Wildschwein gefangen und sollte mich vor denen fürchten, die draußen vor der Kammer stehen!"
Als diese den Schneider also sprechen hörten, überkam sie eine große Furcht, sie liefen, als wenn das wilde Heer hinter ihnen wäre, und keiner wollte sich mehr an ihn wagen. Also war und blieb das Schneiderlein sein Lebtag ein König.

China oil paintings

China oil paintings
Nach einiger Zeit hörte die junge Königin in der Nacht, wie ihr Gemahl im Traume sprach: "Junge, mach mir den Wams und flick mir die Hosen, oder ich will dir die Elle über die Ohren schlagen."
Da merkte sie, in welcher Gasse der junge Herr geboren war, klagte am anderen Morgen ihrem Vater ihr Leid und bat, er möchte ihr von dem Manne helfen, der nichts anderes als ein Schneider wäre.
Der König sprach ihr Trost zu und sagte: "Laß in der nächsten Nacht deine Schlafkammer offen, meine Diener sollen außen stehen und, wenn er eingeschlafen ist, hineingehen, ihn binden und auf ein Schiff tragen, das ihn in die weite Welt führt."
Die Frau war damit zufrieden, des Königs Waffenträger aber, der alles mit angehört hatte, war dem jungen Herrn gewogen und hinterbrachte ihm den ganzen Anschlag.

contemporary abstract painting

contemporary abstract painting
Die Jäger nahm er nicht mit in den Wald, und sie waren's wohl zufrieden, denn das Wildschwein hatte sie schon mehrmals so empfangen, daß sie keine Lust hatten, ihm nachzustellen.
Als das Schwein den Schneider erblickte, lief es mit schäumendem Munde und wetzenden Zähnen auf ihn zu und wollte ihn zur Erde werfen. Der flüchtige Held aber sprang in eine Kapelle, die in der Nähe war, und gleich oben zum Fenster in einem Satze wieder hinaus. Das Schwein war hinter ihm hergelaufen, er aber hüpfte außen herum und schlug die Tür hinter ihm zu; da war das wütende Tier gefangen, das viel zu schwer und unbehilflich war, um zu dem Fenster hinauszuspringen. Das Schneiderlein rief die Jäger herbei, die mußten den Gefangenen mit eigenen Augen sehen. Der Held aber begab sich zum Könige, der nun, er mochte wollen oder nicht, sein Versprechen halten mußte und ihm seine Tochter und das halbe Königreich übergab. Hätte er gewußt, daß kein Kriegsheld, sondern ein Schneiderlein vor ihm stand, es wäre ihm noch mehr zu Herzen gegangen. Die Hochzeit ward also mit großer Pracht und kleiner Freude gehalten und aus einem Schneider ein König gemacht.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Leonardo da Vinci The Last Supper painting

Leonardo da Vinci The Last Supper painting
Fabian Perez white and red painting
go faster, and he began to click with his tongue and call out, jup. Jup.
The horse put himself into a sharp trot, and before Hans knew where he was, he was thrown off and lying in a ditch which separated the field from the highway. The horse would have gone off too if it had not been stopped by a countryman, who was coming along the road and driving a cow before him. Hans pulled himself together and stood up on his legs again.
He was vexed, and said to the countryman, "It is a poor joke, this riding, especially when one gets hold of a mare like this, that kicks and throws one off, so that one has a chance of breaking one's neck. Never again will I mount it. Now I like your cow, for one can walk quietly behind her, and have, over and above, one's milk, butter and cheese every day without fail. What would I not give to have such a cow."
"Well," said the countryman, "if it would give

Guillaume Seignac L'Abandon painting

Guillaume Seignac L'Abandon painting
John William Godward Nu Sur La Plage painting
The rider, who had heard him, stopped and called out, "Hi, there, Hans, why do you go on foot, then."
"I must," answered he, "for I have this lump to carry home, it is true that it is gold, but I cannot hold my head straight for it, and it hurts my shoulder."
"I will tell you what," said the rider, "we will exchange, I will give you my horse, and you can give me your lump."
"With all my heart," said Hans, "but I can tell you, you will have to crawl along with it."
The rider got down, took the gold, and helped Hans up, then gave him the bridle tight in his hands and said, "If you want to go at a really good pace, you must click your tongue and call out, jup, jup."
Hans was heartily delighted as he sat upon the horse and rode away so bold and free. After a little while he thought that it ought to

Claude Monet Woman In A Green Dress painting

Claude Monet Woman In A Green Dress painting
Gustav Klimt The Kiss (Le Baiser _ Il Baccio) painting
Hans had served his master for seven years, so he said to him, "Master, my time is up, now I should be glad to go back home to my mother, give me my wages."
The master answered, "You have served me faithfully and honestly, as the service was so shall the reward be". And he gave Hans a piece of gold as big as his head.
Hans pulled his handkerchief out of his pocket, wrapped up the lump in it, put it on his shoulder, and set out on the way home.
As he went on, always putting one foot before the other, he saw a horseman trotting quickly and merrily by on a lively horse. "Ah, said Hans quite loud, what a fine thing it is to ride. There you sit as on a chair, you stumble over no stones, you save your shoes, and cover the ground, you don't know how."

Monday, June 23, 2008

Franz Marc paintings

Franz Marc paintings
Fabian Perez paintings
jungen K鰊ig in sein Reich abholen; der treue Heinrich hob beide hinein, und stellte sich wieder hinten auf, voller Freude 黚er die Erl鰏ung.
Und als sie ein St點k Wegs gefahren waren, h鰎te der K鰊igssohn hinter sich da?es krachte, als w鋜e etwas zerbrochen. Da drehte er sich um, und rief "Heinrich, der Wagen bricht."
"Nein, Herr, der Wagen nicht, es ist ein Band von meinem Herzen,das da lag in gro遝n Schmerzen,als ihr in dem Brunnen sa遲,als ihr eine Fretsche (Frosch) was't (wart)."
Noch einmal und noch einmal krachte es auf dem Weg, und der K鰊igssohn meinte immer der Wagen br鋍he, und es waren doch nur die Bande, die vom Herzen des treuen Heinrich absprangen, weil sein Herr wieder erl鰏t und gl

Frederick Carl Frieseke paintings

Frederick Carl Frieseke paintings
Flamenco Dancer paintings
Es lebte einmal eine alte Königin, der war ihr Gemahl schon lange Jahre gestorben, und sie hatte eine schöne Tochter. Wie die erwuchs, wurde sie weit über Feld an einen Königssohn versprochen. Als nun die Zeit kam, wo sie vermählt werden sollten und das Kind in das fremde Reich abreisen mußte, packte ihr die Alte gar viel köstliches Gerät und Geschmeide ein, Gold und Silber, Becher und Kleinode, kurz alles, was nur zu einem königlichen Brautschatz gehörte, denn sie hatte ihr Kind von Herzen lieb.
Auch gab sie ihr eine Kammerjungfer bei, welche mitreiten und die Braut in die Hände des Bräutigams überliefern sollte, und jede bekam ein Pferd zur Reise, aber das Pferd der Königstochter hieß Falada und konnte sprechen. Wie nun die Abschiedsstunde da war, begab sich die alte Mutter in ihre Schlafkammer, nahm ein Messerlein und schnitt damit in ihre Finger, daß sie bluteten: darauf hielt

Francois Boucher paintings

Francois Boucher paintings
Frank Dicksee paintings
Frosch mitnehmen. Da packte sie ihn, ganz bitterb鰏e, mit zwei Fingern, und trug ihn hinauf, und als sie im Bett lag, statt ihn hinein zu heben, warf sie ihn aus allen Kr鋐ten an die Wand und sprach "nun wirst du Ruhe haben, du garstiger Frosch".
Was aber herunter fiel war nicht ein toter Frosch, sondern ein lebendiger junger K鰊igssohn mit sch鰊en und freundlichen Augen. Der war nun von Recht und mit ihres Vaters Willen ihr lieber Geselle und Gemahl. Da schliefen sie vergn黦t zusammen ein, und am andern Morgen, als die Sonne sie aufweckte, kam ein Wagen herangefahren mit acht wei遝n Pferden bespannt, die waren mit Federn geschm點kt, und gingen in goldenen Ketten, und hinten stand der Diener des jungen K鰊igs, das war der treue Heinrich.
Der treue Heinrich hatte sich so betr黚t, als sein Herr war in einen Frosch verwandelt worden, da?er drei eiserne Bande hatte m黶sen um sein Herz legen lassen, damit es ihm nicht vor Weh und Traurigkeit zerspr鋘ge. Der Wagen aber sollte den jungen K鰊ig in sein Reich abholen; der treue Heinrich hob beide hinein, und stellte sich wieder hinten auf, voller Freude 黚er die Erl鰏ung.

Ford Madox Brown paintings

Ford Madox Brown paintings
Federico Andreotti paintings
Sie wollte nicht bis es der K鰊ig befahl. Als der Frosch auf den Stuhl gekommen war, sprach er "nun schieb mir dein goldenes Tellerlein n鋒er, damit wir zusammen essen".
Das tat sie auch, aber man sah wohl da?sies nicht gerne tat. Der Frosch lie?sichs gut schmecken, aber ihr blieb fast jedes Bi遧ein im Halse.
Endlich sprach er "nun hab ich mich satt gegessen, und bin m黡e, trag mich hinauf in dein K鋗merlein, und mach dein seiden Bettlein zurecht, da wollen wir uns schlafen legen".
Da fing die K鰊igstochter an zu weinen, und f黵chtete sich vor dem kalten Frosch, den sie nicht anzur黨ren getraute, und der nun in ihrem sch鰊en reinen Bettlein schlafen sollte.
Der K鰊ig aber blickte sie zornig an, und sprach "was du versprochen hast, sollst du auch halten, und der Frosch ist dein Geselle".
Es half nichts, sie mochte wollen oder nicht, sie mu遲e den

Fra Angelico paintings

Fra Angelico paintings
Frederic Edwin Church paintings
"Ach nein", antwortete das Kind, "es ist kein Riese, sondern ein garstiger Frosch, der hat mir gestern im Wald meine goldene Kugel aus dem Wasser geholt, daf黵 versprach ich ihm er sollte mein Geselle werden, ich dachte aber nimmermehr da?er aus seinem Wasser heraus k鰊nte: nun ist er drau遝n, und will zu mir herein."
Indem klopfte es zum zweitenmal und rief "K鰊igstochter, j黱gste, mach mir auf, wei遲 du nicht was gestern du zu mir gesagt bei dem k黨len Brunnenwasser? K鰊igstochter, j黱gste, mach mir auf."
Da sagte der K鰊ig "hast du's versprochen, mu遲 du's auch halten; geh und mach ihm auf".
Sie ging und 鰂fnete die T黵e, da h黳fte der Frosch herein, ihr immer auf dem Fu遝 nach, bis zu ihrem Stuhl. Da sa?er und rief "heb mich herauf zu dir".

Sunday, June 22, 2008

George Frederick Watts Love And Life painting

3d art Lessons Learned by EyEars painting
George Frederick Watts Love And Life painting
Vor Zeiten war ein K鰊ig und eine K鰊igin, die sprachen jeden Tag: "Ach, wenn wir doch ein Kind h鋞ten!" und kriegten immer keins.
Da trug es sich zu, als die K鰊igin einmal im Bade sa? da?ein Frosch aus dem Wasser ans Land kroch und zu ihr sprach: "Dein Wunsch wird erf黮lt werden, ehe ein Jahr vergeht, wirst du eine Tochter zur Welt bringen."
Was der Frosch gesagt hatte, das geschah, und die K鰊igin gebar ein M鋎chen, das war so sch鰊, da?der K鰊ig vor Freude sich nicht zu fassen wu遲e und ein gro遝s Fest anstellte. Er ladete nicht blo?seine Verwandten, Freunde und Bekannten, sondern auch die weisen Frauen dazu ein, damit sie dem Kind hold und gewogen w鋜en. Es waren ihrer dreizehn in seinem Reiche, weil er aber nur zw鰈f goldene Teller hatte, von welchen sie essen sollten, so mu遲e eine von ihnen daheim bleiben.
Das Fest ward mit aller Pracht gefeiert, und als

Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres The Grande Odalisque painting

Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres The Grande Odalisque painting
John William Waterhouse Waterhouse Narcissus painting
He went on farther, and in the great hall he saw the whole of the court lying asleep, and up by the throne lay the king and queen. Then he went on still farther, and all was so quiet that a breath could be heard, and at last he came to the tower, and opened the door into the little room where briar-rose was sleeping.
There she lay, so beautiful that he could not turn his eyes away, and he stooped down and gave her a kiss. But as soon as he kissed her, briar-rose opened her eyes and awoke, and looked at him quite sweetly.
Then they went down together, and the king awoke, and the queen, and the whole court, and looked at each other in great astonishment. And the horses in the courtyard stood up and shook themselves, the jumped up and wagged their tails, the pigeons upon the roof pulled out their heads from under their wings, looked round, and flew into the open country, the flies on the wall crept again, the fire in the kitchen burned up and flickered and cooked the meat, the joint began to turn and sizzle again, and the cook gave the boy such a box on the ear that he screamed, and the maid finished plucking the fowl.
And then the marriage of the king's son with briar-

Thomas Kinkade lake_arrowhead painting

Thomas Kinkade lake_arrowhead painting
Thomas Kinkade Lakeside Manor painting
zeige mir das Waldhäuschen." Und als er vor dem Türlein war, klopfte er an und rief: "Lieb Schwesterlein, laß mich herein."
Da ging die Tür auf, und der König trat herein, und da stand ein Mädchen, das war so schön, wie er noch keines gesehen hatte. Das Mädchen erschrak, als es sah, daß ein Mann hereinkam, der eine goldene Krone auf dem Haupt hatte. Aber der König sah es freundlich an, reichte ihm die Hand und sprach: "Willst du mit mir gehen auf mein Schloß und meine liebe Frau sein?"
"Ach ja", antwortete das Mädchen, "aber das Rehchen muß auch mit, das verlass' ich nicht."
Sprach der König: "Es soll bei dir bleiben, solange du lebst, und es soll ihm an nichts fehlen." Indem kam es hereingesprungen; da band es das Schwesterchen wieder an das Binsenseil, nahm es selbst in die Hand und ging mit ihm aus dem Waldhäuschen fort. Der König nahm das schöne Mädchen auf sein Pferd und führte es in sein Schloß, wo die Hochzeit mit großer Pracht gefeiert wurde, und es war nun die Frau Königin, und sie

Thomas Kinkade Living Waters painting

Thomas Kinkade Living Waters painting
Thomas Kinkade Light of Freedom painting
lebten lange Zeit vergnügt zusammen; das Rehlein ward gehegt und gepflegt und sprang in dem Schloßgarten herum.
Die böse Stiefmutter aber, um derentwillen die Kinder in die Welt hineingegangen waren, die meinte nicht anders als, Schwesterchen wäre von den wilden Tieren im Walde zerrissen worden und Brüderchen als ein Rehkalb von den Jägern totgeschossen. Als sie nun hörte, daß sie so glücklich waren und es ihnen so wohlging, da wurden Neid und Mißgunst in ihrem Herzen rege und ließen ihr keine Ruhe, wie sie die beiden doch noch ins Unglück bringen könnte.
Ihre rechte Tochter, die häßlich war wie die Nacht und nur ein Auge hatte, die machte ihr Vorwürfe und sprach: Eine Königin zu werden, das Glück hätte mir gebührt."
"Sei nur still", sagte die Alte und sprach sie zufrieden, wenn's Zeit ist, will ich schon bei der Hand sein."
Als nun die Zeit herangerückt war und die Königin ein schönes Knäblein zur Welt gebracht hatte und der König gerade auf der

Thomas Kinkade lake arrowhead painting

Thomas Kinkade lake arrowhead painting
Thomas Kinkade La Jolla Cove painting
Rehkälbchen verwundet war. Es wusch ihm das Blut ab, legte Kräuter auf und sprach: "Geh auf dein Lager, lieb Rehchen, daß du wieder heil wirst." Die Wunde aber war so gering, daß das Rehchen am Morgen nichts mehr davon spürte. Und als es die Jagdlust wieder draußen hörte, sprach es: "Ich kann's nicht aushalten, ich muß dabeisein!"
Das Schwesterchen weinte und sprach: "Nun werden sie dich töten, und ich bin hier allein im Wald und bin verlassen von aller Welt, ich lass' dich nicht hinaus."
"So sterb' ich dir hier vor Betrübnis", antwortete das Rehchen, "wenn ich das Hifthorn höre, so mein' ich, ich müßt' aus den Schuhen springen!"
Da konnte das Schwesterchen nicht anders und schloß ihm mit schwerem Herzen die Tür auf, und das Rehchen sprang gesund und fröhlich in den Wald. Als es der König erblickte, sprach er zu seinen Jägern: "Nun jagt ihm nach den ganzen Tag bis in die Nacht, aber daß ihm keiner etwas zuleide tut." Sobald die Sonne untergegangen war, sprach der König zum Jäger: "Nun komm und

Thomas Kinkade Key West painting

Thomas Kinkade Key West painting
Thomas Kinkade Hometown Christmas painting
Am andern Morgen ging die Jagd von neuem an, und als das Rehlein wieder das Hifthorn hörte und das "Ho ho!" der Jäger, da hatte es keine Ruhe und sprach: "Schwesterchen, mach mir auf, ich muß hinaus." Das Schwesterchen öffnete ihm die Tür und sprach: "Aber zu Abend mußt du wieder da sein und dein Sprüchlein sagen." Als der König und seine Jäger das Rehlein mit dem goldenen Halsband wiedersahen, jagten sie ihm alle nach, aber es war ihnen zu schnell und behend. Das währte den ganzen Tag, endlich aber hatten es die Jäger abends umzingelt, und einer verwundete es ein wenig am Fuß, so daß es hinken mußte und langsam fortlief.
Da schlich ihm ein Jäger nach bis zu dem Häuschen und hörte, wie es rief: "Mein Schwesterlein, laß mich herein", und sah, daß die Tür ihm aufgetan und alsbald wieder zugeschlossen ward. Der Jäger ging zum König und erzählte ihm, was er gesehen und gehört hatte. Da sprach der König: "Morgen soll noch einmal gejagt werden."
Das Schwesterchen aber erschrak gewaltig, als es sah, daß se

Thomas Kinkade Great North painting

Thomas Kinkade Great North painting
Thomas Kinkade Graceland painting
Das dauerte eine Zeitlang, daß sie so allein in der Wildnis waren. Es trug sich aber zu, daß der König des Landes eine große Jagd in dem Wald hielt. Da schallte das Hörnerblasen, Hundegebell und das lustige Geschrei der Jäger durch die Bäume, und das Rehlein hörte es und wäre gar zu gerne dabeigewesen.
"Ach", sprach es zum Schwesterlein, "laß mich hinaus in die Jagd, ich kann's nicht länger mehr aushalten", und bat so lange, bis es einwilligte. "Aber", sprach es zu ihm, "komm mir ja abends wieder, vor den wilden Jägern schließ' ich mein Türlein; und damit ich dich kenne, so klopf und sprich: 'Mein Schwesterlein, laß mich herein!' Und wenn du nicht so sprichst, so schließ ich mein Türlein nicht auf."
Nun sprang das Rehchen hinaus und es war ihm so wohl und es war so lustig in freier Luft. Der König und seine Jäger sahen das schöne Tier und setzten ihm nach, aber sie konnten es nicht einholen, und wenn sie meinten, sie hätten es gewiß, da sprang es über das Gebüsch weg und war verschwunden. Als es dunkel ward, lief es zu dem Häuschen, klopfte und sprach: "Mein Schwesterlein, laß mich herein." Da ward ihm die kleine Tür aufgetan, es sprang hinein und ruhete sich die ganze Nacht auf seinem weichen Lager aus.

Friday, June 20, 2008

Thomas Kinkade new hhorizons painting

Thomas Kinkade new hhorizons painting
Thomas Kinkade NASCAR THUNDER painting
Gans bei uns in der Stube sitzen", sprachen sie, "wer Brot essen will, mu?es verdienen: hinaus mit der K點henmagd." Sie nahmen ihm seine sch鰊en Kleider weg, zogen ihm einen grauen alten Kittel an, und gaben ihm h鰈zerne Schuhe.
"Seht einmal die stolze Prinzessin, wie sie geputzt ist", riefen sie, lachten und f黨rten es in die K點he. Da mu遲e es von Morgen bis Abend schwere Arbeit tun, fr黨 vor Tag aufstehn, Wasser tragen, Feuer anmachen, kochen und waschen. Obendrein taten ihm die Schwestern alles ersinnliche Herzeleid an, verspotteten es und sch黷teten ihm die Erbsen und Linsen in die Asche, so da?es sitzen und sie wieder auslesen mu遲e. Abends, wenn es sich m黡e gearbeitet hatte, kam es in kein Bett, sondern mu遲e sich neben den Herd in die Asche legen. Und weil es darum immer staubig und schmutzig aussah, nannten sie es Aschenputtel.

Thomas Kinkade The Night Before Christmas painting

Thomas Kinkade The Night Before Christmas painting
Thomas Kinkade The Light of Freedom painting
You go, Cinderella," said she, "covered in dust and dirt as you are, and would go to the festival. You have no clothes and shoes, and yet would dance." As, however, Cinderella went on asking, the step-mother said at last, "I have emptied a dish of lentils into the ashes for you, if you have picked them out again in two hours, you shall go with us."
The maiden went through the back-door into the garden, and called, "You tame pigeons, you turtle-doves, and all you birds beneath the sky, come and help me to pick
the good into the pot, the bad into the crop." Then two white pigeons came in by the kitchen window, and afterwards the turtle-doves, and at last all the birds beneath the sky, came whirring and crowding in, and alighted amongst the ashes. And the pigeons nodded with their heads and began pick, pick, pick, pick, and the rest began also pick, pick, pick, pick, and gathered all the good grains into the dish. Hardly had one hour passed before they had finished, and all flew out again.

Thomas Kinkade The Rose Garden painting

Thomas Kinkade The Rose Garden painting
Thomas Kinkade The old fishing hole painting
grave and planted the branch on it, and wept so much that the tears fell down on it and watered it. And it grew and became a handsome tree. Thrice a day Cinderella went and sat beneath it, and wept and prayed, and a little white bird always came on the tree, and if Cinderella expressed a wish, the bird threw down to her what she had wished for.
It happened, however, that the king gave orders for a festival which was to last three days, and to which all the beautiful young girls in the country were invited, in order that his son might choose himself a bride. When the two step-sisters heard that they too were to appear among the number, they were delighted, called Cinderella and said, "comb our hair for us, brush our shoes and fasten our buckles, for we are going to the wedding at the king's palace."
Cinderella obeyed, but wept, because she too would have liked to go with them to the dance, and begged her step-mother to allow her to do so.

Thomas Kinkade Victorian Autumn painting

Thomas Kinkade Victorian Autumn painting
Thomas Kinkade The Spirit of New York painting
lentils into the ashes, so that she was forced to sit and pick them out again. In the evening when she had worked till she was weary she had no bed to go to, but had to sleep by the hearth in the cinders. And as on that account she always looked dusty and dirty, they called her Cinderella.
It happened that the father was once going to the fair, and he asked his two step-daughters what he should bring back for them. "Beautiful dresses," said one, "Pearls and jewels," said the second. "And you, Cinderella," said he, "what will you have?" "Father break off for me the first branch which knocks against your hat on your way home."
So he bought beautiful dresses, pearls and jewels for his two step-daughters, and on his way home, as he was riding through a green thicket, a hazel twig brushed against him and knocked off his hat. Then he broke off the branch and took it with him. When he reached home he gave his step-daughters the things which they had wished for, and to Cinderella he gave the branch from the hazel-bush. Cinderella thanked him, went to her mother's

Thomas Kinkade xmas moonlight painting

Thomas Kinkade xmas moonlight painting
Thomas Kinkade xmas cottage painting
The wife of a rich man fell sick, and as she felt that her end was drawing near, she called her only daughter to her bedside and said, "Dear child, be good and pious, and then the good God will always protect you, and I will look down on you from heaven and be near you."
Thereupon she closed her eyes and departed. Every day the maiden went out to her mother's grave, and wept, and she remained pious and good. When winter came the snow spread a white sheet over the grave, and by the time the spring sun had drawn it off again, the man had taken another wife.
The woman had brought with her into the house two daughters, who were beautiful and fair of face, but vile and black of heart. Now began a bad time for the poor step-child. "Is the stupid goose to sit in the parlor with us," they said. "He who wants to eat bread must earn it. Out with the kitchen-wench." They took her pretty clothes away from her, put an old grey bedgown on her, and gave her wooden shoes.
"Just look at the proud princess, how decked out she is," they cried, and laughed, and led her into the kitchen. There she had to do hard work from morning till night, get up before daybreak, carry water, light fires, cook and wash. Besides this, the sisters did her every imaginable injury - they mocked her and emptied her peas and

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Edward hopper paintings

Edward hopper paintings
Mary Cassatt paintings
To buy his favour I extend this friendship:If he will take it, so; if not, adieu;And, for my love, I pray you wrong me not. –Merchant of Venice.–
As the Palmer, lighted by a domestic with a torch, passed through the intricate combination of apartments of this large and irregular mansion, the cup-bearer coming behind him whispered in his ear, that if he had no objection to a cup of good mead in his apartment, there were many domestics in that family who would gladly hear the news he had brought from the Holy Land, and particularly that which concerned the Knight of Ivanhoe. Wamba presently appeared to urge the same request, observing that a cup after midnight was worth three after curfew. Without disputing a maxim urged by such grave authority, the Palmer thanked them for their courtesy, but observed that he had included in his religious vow an obligation never to speak in the kitchen on matters which were prohibited in the hall. “That vow,” said Wamba to the cup-bearer, “would scarce suit a serving

mark rothko paintings

mark rothko paintings
Old Master Oil Paintings
Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? Fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is?—Merchant of Venice.
Oswald, returning, whispered into the ear of his master, “It is a Jew, who calls himself Isaac of York; is it fit I should marshal him into the hall?”
“Let Gurth do thine office, Oswald,” said Wamba, with his usual effrontery; “the swineherd will be a fit usher to the Jew.”
“St. Mary,” said the Abbot, crossing himself, “an unbelieving Jew, and admitted into this presence!”
“A dog Jew,” echoed the Templar, “to approach a defender of the Holy Sepulchre?”

Mary Cassatt paintings

Mary Cassatt paintings
gustav klimt paintings
The Jew’s dress, which appeared to have suffered considerably from the storm, was a plain russet cloak of many folds, covering a dark purple tunic. He had large boots lined with fur, and a belt around his waist, which sustained a small knife, together with a case for writing materials, but no weapon. He wore a high square yellow cap of a peculiar fashion, assigned to his nation to distinguish them from Christians, and which he doffed with great humility at the door of the hall.
The reception of this person in the hall of Cedric the Saxon, was such as might have satisfied the most prejudiced enemy of the tribes of Israel. Cedric himself coldly nodded in answer to the Jew’s repeated salutations, and signed to him to take place at the lower end of the table, where, however, no one offered to make room for him. On the contrary, as he passed along the file, casting a timid, supplicating glance, and turning towards each of those who occupied the lower end of the board, the Saxon domestics squared

gustav klimt paintings

gustav klimt paintings
oil painting reproduction
He shall sit with thee, Wamba,” said Cedric; “the fool and the knave will be well met.”
“The fool,” answered Wamba, raising the relics of a gammon of bacon, “will take care to erect a bulwark against the knave.”
“Hush,” said Cedric, “for here he comes.”
Introduced with little ceremony, and advancing with fear and hesitation, and many a bow of deep humility, a tall, thin old man, who, however, had lost by the habit of stooping much of his actual height, approached the lower end of the board. His features, clean and regular, with an aquiline nose, and piercing black eyes; his high and wrinkled forehead, and long gray hair and beard, would have been considered as handsome, had they not been the marks of a physiognomy peculiar to a race which, during those dark ages, was alike detested by the credulous and prejudiced vulgar, and persecuted by the greedy and rapacious nobility, and who, perhaps, owing to that very hatred and persecution, had adopted a national character, in which there was much, to say the least, mean and unamiable.

oil painting reproduction

oil painting reproduction
mark rothko paintings
By my faith,” said Wamba, “it would seem the Templars love the Jews’ inheritance better than they do their company.”
“Peace, my worthy guests,” said Cedric; “my hospitality must not be bounded by your dislikes. If Heaven bore with the whole nation of stiff-necked unbelievers for more years than a layman can number, we may endure the presence of one Jew for a few hours. But I constrain no man to converse or to feed with him. Let him have a board and a morsel apart—unless,” he said, smiling, “these turbaned strangers will admit his society.”
“Sir Franklin,” answered the Templar, “my Saracen slaves are true Moslems, and scorn as much as any Christian to hold intercourse with a Jew.”
“Now, in faith,” said Wamba, “I cannot see that the worshippers of Mahound and Termagaunt have so greatly the advantage over the people once chosen of Heaven.”

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

oil painting reproduction

oil painting reproduction
mark rothko paintings
He therefore remained upon the bench, with his back leaning against the wall and his hands hanging down, exactly on the spot where the guards had placed him.
On looking round him, however, as he could see no threatening object, as nothing indicated that he ran any real danger, as the bench was comfortably covered with a well-stuffed cushion, as the wall was ornamented with beautiful Cordova leather, and as large red damask curtains, held back by gold fastenings, floated before the window, he perceived by degrees that his fear was exaggerated, and he began to turn his head to the right and the left, upwards and downwards.It is well known how violent the king’s prejudices were against the queen, and how skilfully these prejudices were kept up by the cardinal, who, in affairs of intrigue, mistrusted women much more than men. One of the principal causes of this prejudice was the friendship of Anne of Austria for Madame de Chevreuse. These two women gave him more uneasiness than the war with Spain, the quarrel with England, or the embarrassment of the finances. In his eyes and to his perfect conviction, Madame de Chevreuse not only served the queen in her political intrigues, but—and this troubled him still more—in her love affairs.

Mary Cassatt paintings

Mary Cassatt paintings
gustav klimt paintings
At the first word the cardinal uttered concerning Madame de Chevreuse—who, though exiled to Tours, and believed to be in that city, had come to Paris, remained there five days, and had outwitted the police—the king flew into a furious passion. Although capricious and unfaithful, the king wished to be called Louis the Just and Louis the Chaste. Posterity will have a difficulty in understanding this character, which history explains only by facts and never by reasonings.
But when the cardinal added that not only Madame de Chevreuse had been in Paris, but also that the queen had communicated with her by the means of one of those mysterious correspondences which at that time was called a cabal, Louis XIII could contain himself no longer; he took a step toward the queen’s apartment, showing that pale and mute indignation which, when it broke out, led this prince to the commission of the coldest cruelty.

Old Master Oil Paintings

Old Master Oil Paintings
Nude Oil Paintings The carriage was put in motion as slowly as a funeral car. Through the padlocked gratings the prisoner could see the houses and the pavement, that was all; but, true Parisian as he was, Bonacieux could recognize every street by the mounting stones, the signs, and the lamps.
The carriage, which had been stopped for a minute, resumed its way, threaded the Rue Saint Honoré, turned the Rue des Bons Enfants, and stopped before a low door.
The door opened, two guards received Bonacieux in their arms from the officer who supported him. They carried him along an alley, up a flight of stairs, and deposited him in an antechamber.
All these movements had been effected mechanically, as far as he was concerned. He had moved along as if in a dream; he had had a glimpse of objects as though through a fog; his ears had perceived sounds without comprehending them; he might have been executed at that moment without his making a single gesture in his own defence, or his uttering a cry to implore mercy.

dropship oil paintings

dropship oil paintings
Mediterranean paintings
Ordinarily, prisoners were questioned in their own cells, but with M. Bonacieux they did not use so many formalities.
In the evening, at the moment when he had made his mind up to lie down upon the bed, he heard steps in his corridor. These steps drew near to his cell, the door was thrown open, and the guards appeared.
“Follow me,” said an officer, who came behind the guards.
“Ah, my God, my God!” murmured the poor mercer, “now, indeed, I am lost!”
And, mechanically and without resistance, he followed the guards who came for him.
He passed along the corridor, crossed a first court, then a second part of the building. At length, at the gate of the outer court, he found a carriage surrounded by four guards on horseback. They made him get into this carriage, the officer placed himself by his side, the door was locked, and both were left in a rolling prison.

Oil Painting Gallery

Oil Painting Gallery
Alfred Gockel paintings
There was in all this, as may have been noticed, one personage of whom, notwithstanding his precarious position, we have appeared to take but very little notice. This personage was M. Bonacieux, the respectable martyr of the political and amorous intrigues which were getting into such a tangle in this gallant and chivalric period.
The officers who had arrested him conducted him straight to the Bastille, where, all of a tremble, he was made to pass before a platoon of soldiers who were loading their muskets.
Thence, introduced into a half-subterranean gallery, he became, on the part of those who had brought him, the object of the grossest insults the harshest treatment. The bailiffs perceived that they had not to deal with a nobleman, and they treated him like a very beggar.
At the end of half an hour, or thereabouts, an officer came to put an end to his tortures, but not to his anxiety, by giving the order to lead M. Bonacieux to the examination chamber.

Monday, June 16, 2008

Peter Paul Rubens Samson and Delilah painting

Louis Aston Knight Sunny Afternoon on the Canal painting
Peter Paul Rubens Samson and Delilah painting
They landed me at Vauxhall, with my heavy iron box, and with a bluff, genial inspector as my companion. A quarter of an hour's drive brought us to Mrs. Cecil Forrester's. The servant seemed surprised at so late a visitor. Mrs. Cecil Forrester was out for the evening, she explained, and likely to be very late. Miss Morstan, however, was in the drawing-room, so to the drawing-room I went, box in hand, leaving the obliging inspector in the cab.
She was seated by the open window, dressed in some sort of white diaphanous material, with a little touch of scarlet at the neck and waist. The soft light of a shaded lamp fell upon her as she leaned back in the basket chair, playing over her sweet grave face, and tinting with a dull, metallic sparkle the rich coils of her luxuriant hair. One white arm and hand drooped over the side of the chair, and her whole pose and figure spoke of an absorbing melancholy. At the sound of my footfall she sprang to her feet, however, and a bright flush of surprise and of pleasure coloured her pale cheeks.

Claude Monet Woman In A Green Dress painting

Claude Monet Woman In A Green Dress painting
Gustav Klimt The Kiss (Le Baiser _ Il Baccio) painting
'We will be at Vauxhall Bridge presently," said Jones, "and shall land you, Dr. Watson, with the treasure-box. I need hardly tell you that I am taking a very grave responsibility upon myself in doing this. It is most irregular, but of course an agreement is an agreement. I must, however, as a matter of duty, send an inspector with you, since you have so valuable a charge. You will drive, no doubt?"
"Yes, I shall drive."
"It is a pity there is no key, that we may make an inventory first. You will have to break it open. Where is the key, my man?"
"At the bottom of the river," said Small shortly.
"Hum! There was no use your giving this unnecessary trouble. We have had work enough already through you. However, Doctor, I need not warn you to be careful. Bring the box back with you to the Baker Street rooms. You will find us there, on our way to the station."

Guillaume Seignac L'Abandon painting

Guillaume Seignac L'Abandon painting
John William Godward Nu Sur La Plage painting
Quite a family party," he remarked. "I think I shall have a pull at that flask,
-141-Holmes. Well, I think we may all congratulate each other. Pity we didn't take the other alive, but there was no choice. I say, Holmes, you must confess that you cut it rather fine. It was all we could do to overhaul her."
"All is well that ends well," said Holmes. "But I certainly did not know that the Aurora was such a clipper."
"Smith says she is one of the fastest launches on the river, and that if he had had another man to help him with the engines we should never have caught her. He swears he knew nothing of this Norwood business." "Neither he did," cried our prisoner -- "not a word. I chose his launch because I heard that she was a flier. We told him nothing; but we paid him well, and he was to get something handsome if we reached our vessel, the Esmeralda, at Gravesend, outward bound for the Brazils."
"Well, if he has done no wrong we shall see that no wrong comes to him. If we are pretty quick in catching our men, we are not so quick in condemning them." It was amusing to notice how the consequential Jones was already beginning to give himself airs on the strength of the capture. From the slight smile which played over Sherlock Holmes's face, I could see that the speech had not been lost upon him.

Pablo Picasso Family at Saltimbanquesc painting

Thomas Stiltz BV Beauty painting
Pablo Picasso Family at Saltimbanquesc painting
"You are under the charge of Mr. Athelney Jones, of Scotland Yard. He is going to bring you up to my rooms, and I shall ask you for a true account of the matter. You must make a clean breast of it, for if you do I hope that I may be of use to you. I think T can prove that the poison acts so quickly that the man was dead before ever you reached the room."
"That he was, sir. I never got such a turn in my life as when I saw him grinning at me with his head on his shoulder as I climbed through the window. It fairly shook me, sir. I'd have half killed Tonga for it if he had not scrambled off. That was how he came to leave his club, and some of his darts too, as he tells me, which I dare say helped to put you on our track; though how you kept on it is more than I can tell. I don't feel no malice against you for it. But it does seem a queer thing," he added with a bitter smile, "that I, who have a fair claim to half a million of money, should spend the first half of my life building a breakwater in the Andamans, and am like to spend the other half digging drains at Dartmoor. It was an evil day for me when first I clapped eyes upon the merchant Achmet and had to do with the Agra treasure, which never brought anything but a curse yet upon the man who owned it. To him it brought murder, to Major Sholto it brought fear and guilt, to me it has meant slavery for life."
At this moment Athelney Jones thrust his broad face and heavy shoulders into the tiny

Famous painting

Famous painting
Oor captive sat in the cabin opposite to the iron box which he had done so much and waited so long to gain. He was a sunburned reckless-eyed fellow, with a network of lines and wrinkles all over his mahogany features, which told of a hard, open-air life. There was a singular prominence about his bearded chin which marked a man
-140-who was not to be easily turned from his purpose. His age may have been fifty or thereabouts, for his black, curly hair was thickly shot with gray. His face in repose was not an unpleasing one, though his heavy brows and aggressive chin gave him, as I had lately seen, a terrible expression when moved to anger. He sat now with his handcuffed hands upon his lap, and his head sunk upon his breast, while he looked with his keen, twinkling eyes at the box which had been the cause of his ill-doings. It seemed to me that there was more sorrow than anger in his rigid and contained countenance. Once he looked up at me with a gleam of something like humour in his eyes.
"Well, Jonathan Small," said Holmes, lighting a cigar, "I am sorry that it has come to this."

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Famous painting

Famous painting
When John Thornton froze his feet in the previous December, his partners had made him comfortable and left him to get well, going on themselves up the river to get out a raft of saw-logs for Dawson. He was still limping slightly at the time he rescued Buck, but with the continued warm weather even the slight limp left him. And here, lying by the river bank through the long spring days, watching the running water, listening lazily to the songs of birds and the hum of nature, Buck slowly won back his strength.
A rest comes very good after one has travelled three thousand miles, and it must be confessed that Buck waxed lazy as his wounds healed, his muscles swelled out, and the flesh came back to cover his bones. For that matter, they were all loafing—Buck, John Thornton, and Skeet and Nig—waiting for the raft to come that was to carry them down to Dawson. Skeet was a little Irish setter who early made friends with Buck, who in

Mediterranean paintings

Mediterranean paintings
Oil Painting Gallery
slashed. The din was frightful. Billee was crying as usual. Dave and Sol-leks, dripping blood from a score of wounds, were fighting bravely side by side. Joe was snapping like a demon. Once, his teeth closed on the fore leg of a husky, and he crunchedEh? Wot I say? I spik true w’en I say dat Buck two devils.”
This was François’s speech next morning when he discovered Spitz missing and Buck covered with wounds. He drew him to the fire and by its light pointed them out.
“Dat Spitz fight lak hell,” said Perrault, as he surveyed the gaping rips and cuts.
“An’ dat Buck fight lak two hells,” was François’s answer. “An’ now we make good time. No more Spitz, no more trouble, sure.”While Perrault packed the camp outfit and loaded the sled, the dog-driver proceeded to harness the dogs. Buck trotted up to the place Spitz would have occupied as leader; but François, not noticing him, brought Sol-leks to the coveted position. In his judgment, Sol-leks was the best lead-dog left. Buck sprang upon Sol-leks in a fury, driving him back and standing in his place.

Nude Oil Paintings

Nude Oil Paintings
dropship oil paintings
Eh? eh?” François cried, slapping his thighs gleefully. “Look at dat Buck. Heem keel dat Spitz, heem t’ink to take de job.”
“Go ’way, Chook!” he cried, but Buck refused to budge.
He took Buck by the scruff of the neck, and though the dog growled threateningly, dragged him to one side and replaced Sol-leks. The old dog did not like it, and showed plainly that he was afraid of Buck. François was obdurate, but when he turned his back Buck again displaced Sol-leks, who was not at all unwilling to go.
François was angry. “Now, by Gar, I feex you!” he cried, coming back with a heavy club in his hand.
Buck remembered the man in the red sweater, and retreated slowly; nor did he attempt to charge in when Solleks was once more brought forward. But he circled just beyond the range of the club, snarling with bitterness and rage; and while he circled he watched the club so as to dodge it if thrown by François, for he was become wise in the way of clubs.
The driver went about his work, and he called to Buck when he was ready to put him in his old place in front of Dave. Buck retreated two or three

Alfred Gockel paintings

Alfred Gockel paintings
Alexei Alexeivich Harlamoff paintings
clubs they showed their teeth and fought back. They were crazed by the smell of the food. Perrault found one with head buried in the grub-box. His club landed heavily on the gaunt ribs, and the grub-box was capsized on the ground. On the instant a score of the famished brutes were scrambling for the bread and bacon. The clubs fell upon them unheeded. They yelped and howled under the rain of blows, but struggled none the less madly till the last crumb had been devoured.
In the meantime the astonished team-dogs had burst out of their nests only to be set upon by the fierce invaders. Never had Buck seen such dogs. It seemed as though their bones would burst through their skins. They were mere skeletons, draped loosely in draggled hides, with blazing eyes and slavered fangs. But the hunger-madness made them terrifying, irresistible. There was no opposing them. The team-dogs were swept back against the cliff at the first onset. Buck was beset by three huskies, and in a trice his head and shoulders were ripped and

mark rothko paintings

mark rothko paintings
Old Master Oil Paintings
The dominant primordial beast was strong in Buck, and under the fierce conditions of trail life it grew and grew. Yet it was a secret growth. His new-born cunning gave him poise and control. He was too busy adjusting himself to the new life to feel at ease, and not only did he not pick fights, but he avoided them whenever possible. A certain deliberateness characterized his attitude. He was not prone to rashness and precipitate action; and in the bitter hatred between him and Spitz he betrayed no impatience, shunned all offensive acts.
On the other hand, possibly because he divined in Buck a dangerous rival, Spitz never lost an opportunity of showing his teeth. He even went out of his way to bully Buck, striving constantly to start the fight which could end only in the death of one or the other.
Early in the trip this might have taken place had it not been for an unwonted accident. At the end of this day they made a bleak and miserable

Friday, June 13, 2008

oil painting from picture

oil painting from picture
painting idea
Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my hounds:Brach Merriman, the poor cur is emboss'd;And couple Clowder with the deep -- mouth'd brach.Saw'st thou not, boy, how Silver made it goodAt the hedge-corner, in the coldest fault?I would not lose the dog for twenty pound.
First Huntsman
Why, Belman is as good as he, my lord;He cried upon it at the merest lossAnd twice to-day pick'd out the dullest scent:Trust me, I take him for the better dog.
Lord
Thou art a fool: if Echo were as fleet,I would esteem him worth a dozen such.But sup them well and look unto them all:To-morrow I intend to hunt again.
First Huntsman
I will, my lord.
Lord
What's here? one dead, or drunk? See, doth he breathe?
Second Huntsman
He breathes, my lord. Were he not warm'd with ale,This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly.

canvas painting

canvas painting
was entirely unexpected, but which could hardly in any case have been prevented. Through it, as you know, I came into possession of the pills, the existence of which I had already surmised. You see, the whole thing is a chain of logical sequences without a break or flaw."
"It is wonderful!" I cried. Your merits should be publicly recognized. You should publish an account of the case. If you won't, I will for you."
"You may do what you like, Doctor," he answered. "See here!" he continued, handing a paper over to me, "look at this!"
It was the Echo for the day, and the paragraph to which he pointed was devoted to the case in question.
"The public," it said, have lost a sensational treat through the sudden death of the man Hope, who was suspected of the murder of Mr. Enoch Drebber and of Mr. Joseph Stangerson. The details of the case will probably be never known now, though we are informed upon good authority that the crime was the result of an old-standing and romantic feud, in which love and Mormonism bore a part. It seems that both the victims belonged, in their younger days, to the Latter Day Saints, and Hope, the deceased prisoner, hails also from Salt Lake City. If the case has had no other effect, it, at least, brings out in the most striking manner the efficiency of our detective police force, and will serve as a lesson to all foreigners that they will do

painting idea

painting idea
question which confronted me. I was inclined from the first to the latter supposition. Political assassins are only too glad to do their work and to fly. This murder had, on the contrary, been done most deliberately, and the perpetrator had left his tracks all over the room, showing that he had been there all the time. It must have been a private wrong, and not a political one, which called for such a methodical revenge. When the inscription was discovered upon the wall, I was more inclined than ever to my opinion. The thing was too evidently a blind. When the ring was found, however, it settled the question. Clearly the murderer had used it to remind his victim of some dead or absent woman. It was at this point that I asked Gregson whether he had inquired in his telegram to Cleveland as to any particular point in Mr. Drebber's former career. He answered, you remember, in the negative.
"I then proceeded to make a careful examination of the room which confirmed me in my opinion as to the murderer's height, and furnished me with the additional details as to the Trichinopoly cigar and the length of his nails. I had already come to the conclusion, since there were no signs of a struggle, that the blood which covered the floor had burst from the murderer's nose in his excitement. I could perceive that the track of blood coincided

China oil paintings

China oil paintings
dead man's person, but the agitated expression upon his face assured me that he had foreseen his fate before it came upon him. Men who die from heart disease, or any sudden natural cause,
-121-never by any chance exhibit agitation upon their features. Having sniffed the dead man's lips, I detected a slightly sour smell, and I came to the conclusion that he had had poison forced upon him. Again, I argued that it had been forced upon him from the hatred and fear expressed upon his face. By the method of exclusion, I had arrived at this result, for no other hypothesis would meet the facts. Do not imagine that it was a very unheard-of idea. The forcible administration of poison is by no means a new thing in criminal annals. The cases of Dolsky in Odessa, and of Leturier in Montpellier, will occur at once to any toxicologist.
"And now came the great question as to the reason why. Robbery had not been the object of the murder, for nothing was taken. Was it politics, then, or was it a woman? That was the

Famous painting

Famous painting
We had all been warned to appear before the magistrates upon the Thursday; but when the Thursday came there was no occasion for our testimony. A higher Judge had taken the matter in hand, and Jefferson Hope had been summoned before a tribunal where strict justice would be meted out to him. On the very night after his capture the aneurism burst, and he was found in the morning stretched upon the floor of the cell, with a placid smile upon his face, as though he had been able in his dying moments to look back upon a useful life, and on work well done.
"Gregson and Lestrade will be wild about his death,"
-119-Holmes remarked, as we chatted it over next evening. "Where will their grand advertisement be now?"
"I don't see that they had very much to do with his capture," I answered.
"What you do in this world is a matter of no consequence," returned my companion, bitterly. "The question is, what can you make people believe that you have done? Never mind," he continued, more brightly, after a pause. "I would not have missed the investigation for anything. There has been no better case within my recollection. Simple as it was, there were several most instructive points about it."

Rembrandt The Return of the Prodigal Son painting

Rembrandt The Return of the Prodigal Son painting
Pierre-Auguste Cot Springtime painting
There was one way and only one in which he offended the susceptibilities of his co-religionists. No argument or persuasion could ever induce him to set up a female establishment after the manner of his companions. He never gave reasons for this persistent refusal, but contented himself by resolutely and inflexibly adhering to his determination. There were some who accused him of lukewarmness in his adopted religion, and others who put it down to greed of wealth and reluctance to incur expense. Others, again, spoke of some early love affair, and of a fair-haired girl who had pined away on the shores of the Atlantic. Whatever the reason, Ferrier remained strictly celibate. In every other respect he conformed to the religion of the young settlement, and gained the name of being an orthodox and straightwalking man.
Lucy Ferrier grew up within the log-house, and assisted her adopted father in all his undertakings. The keen air of the mountains and the balsamic odour of the pine trees took the place of nurse and mother to the young girl. As year succeeded to year she grew taller and stronger, her cheek more ruddy and her step more elastic. Many a wayfarer upon the high road which ran by Ferrier's farm felt long-forgotten thoughts revive in his mind as he watched her lithe, girlish figure tripping through the wheatfields, or met her mounted upon her

William Bouguereau The Wave painting

William Bouguereau The Wave painting
Fabian Perez Tango painting
his trade and the artisan to his calling. In the town streets and squares sprang up as if by magic. In the country there was draining and hedging, planting and clearing, until the next summer saw the whole country golden with the wheat crop. Everything prospered in the strange settlement. Above all, the great temple which they had erected in the centre of the city grew ever taller and larger. From the first blush of dawn until the closing of the twilight, the clatter of the hammer and the rasp of the saw were never absent from the monument which the immigrants erected to Him who had led them safe through many dangers.
The two castaways, John Ferrier and the little girl, who had shared his fortunes and had been adopted as his daughter, accompanied the Mormons to the end of their great pilgrimage. Little Lucy Ferrier was borne along pleasantly enough in Elder Stangerson's wagon, a retreat which she shared with the Mormon's three wives and with his son, a headstrong, forward boy of twelve. Having rallied, with the elasticity of childhood, from the shock caused by her mother's death, she soon became a pet with the women, and reconciled herself to this new life in her moving canvas-covered home. In the meantime Ferrier having recovered from his privations, distinguished himself as a useful guide and an indefatigable hunter. So rapidly did

Diego Rivera Portrait of Natasha Zakolkowa Gelman painting

Diego Rivera Portrait of Natasha Zakolkowa Gelman painting
Pierre-Auguste Cot The Storm painting
he gain the esteem of his new companions, that when they reached the end of their wanderings, it was unanimously agreed that he should be provided with as large and as fertile a tract of land as any of the settlers, with the exception of Young himself, and of Stangerson, Kemball, Johnston, and Drebber, who were the four principal Elders.
On the farm thus acquired John Ferrier built himself a substantial log-house, which received so many additions in succeeding years that it grew into a roomy villa. He was a man of a practical turn of mind, keen in his dealings and skillful with his hands. His iron constitution
-77-enabled him to work morning and evening at improving and tilling his lands. Hence it came about that his farm and all that belonged to him prospered exceedingly. In three years he was better off than his neighbours, in six he was well-to-do, in nine he was rich, and in twelve there were not half a dozen men in the whole of Salt Lake City who could compare with him. From the great inland sea to the distant Wasatch Mountains there was no name better known than that of John Ferrier.

Steve Hanks Casting Her Shadows painting

Steve Hanks Casting Her Shadows painting
Jacques-Louis David Napoleon at the St. Bernard Pass painting
This is not the place to commemorate the trials and privations endured by the immigrant Mormons before they came to their final haven. From the shores of the Mississippi to the western slopes of the Rocky Mountains they had struggled on with a constancy almost unparalleled in history. The savage man, and the savage beast, hunger, thirst, fatigue, and disease -- every impediment which Nature could place in the way -- had all been overcome with Anglo-Saxon tenacity. Yet the long journey and the accumulated terrors had shaken the hearts of the stoutest among them. There was not one who did not sink upon his knees in heartfelt prayer when they saw the broad valley of Utah bathed in the sunlight beneath them, and learned from the lips of their leader that this was the promised land, and that these virgin acres were to be theirs for evermore.
Young speedily proved himself to be a skillful administrator as well as a resolute chief. Maps were drawn
-76-and charts prepared, in which the future city was sketched out. All around farms were apportioned and allotted in proportion to the standing of each individual. The tradesman was put

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Johannes Vermeer Girl with a Pearl Earring painting

Johannes Vermeer Girl with a Pearl Earring painting
Steve Hanks Blending Into Shadows Sheets painting
In the whole world there can be no more dreary view than that from the northern slope of the Sierra Blanco. As far as the eye can reach stretches the great flat plain-
-66-land, all dusted over with patches of alkali, and intersected by clumps of the dwarfish chaparral bushes. On the extreme verge of the horizon lie a long chain of mountain peaks, with their rugged summits flecked with snow. In this great stretch of country there is no sign of life, nor of anything appertaining to life. There is no bird in the steel-blue heaven, no movement upon the dull, gray earth -- above all, there is absolute silence. Listen as one may, there is no shadow of a sound in all that mighty wilderness; nothing but silence -- complete and heart-subduing silence.
It has been said there is nothing appertaining to life upon the broad plain. That is hardly true. Looking down from the Sierra Blanco, one sees a pathway traced out across the desert,

Guillaume Seignac L'Abandon painting

Guillaume Seignac L'Abandon painting
John William Godward Nu Sur La Plage painting
with an unnatural lustre; while the hand which grasped his rifle was hardly more fleshy than that of a skeleton. As he stood, he leaned upon his weapon for support, and yet his tall figure and the massive framework of his bones suggested a wiry and vigorous constitution. His gaunt face, however, and his clothes,
-67-which hung so baggily over his shrivelled limbs, proclaimed what it was that gave him that senile and decrepit appearance. The man was dying -- dying from hunger and from thirst.
He had toiled painfully down the ravine, and on to this little elevation, in the vain hope of seeing some signs of water. Now the great salt plain stretched before his eyes, and the distant belt of savage mountains, without a sign anywhere of plant or tree, which might indicate the presence of moisture. In all that broad landscape there was no gleam of hope. North, and east, and west he looked with wild, questioning eyes, and then he realized that his wanderings had come to an end, and that there, on that barren crag, he was about to die. "Why not here, as well as in a feather bed, twenty years hence?" he muttered, as he seated himself in the shelter of a boulder.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Edmund Blair Leighton paintings

Edmund Blair Leighton paintings
Eugene de Blaas paintings
 实在没料到的是,中国功夫的威力可以让韩国的韩升洙总理惊呼:“要依法处理外国人集体暴力事件,此次事件对我国国民的自尊心造成严重伤害,因此将采取法律和外交措施,恢复国民的自尊心。”
  大韩民国的“自尊心”实在脆弱得可以,中国留学生三脚猫一般的拳脚功夫便能引发其全民族的强烈地震。韩国媒体将此事翻来覆去地炒作,摆出一副得理不饶人的姿态,但新闻内容却又一边倒地偏袒韩国民众,将仇恨的火苗引向中国,可鄙的做法确实有够CNN。
  在中华网上,关于中国留学生殴打韩国民间反华人士的帖子相当多,从奥运圣火在汉城传递的那天开始,便一直跟踪事态进展。悬挂“藏独”标语,呼喊反华口号的韩国人出言不逊,蛮横无比,其暴力挑衅的方式足以激怒任何热血的青年人,被人修理显然是在预料之中。
  在此事件上,韩国媒体的推波助澜像极了法国人,偏听偏信,火上浇油,挑唆事端。韩国民众在不知详情的状态下,日益升腾起对中国的不满。被人肉引擎搜索的几位中国留学生,以及华人社团相关组织者,正在遭受西方媒体驻华记者同样的待遇:被韩国民众电话骚扰、言语侮辱及恐吓威胁。

Andrea Mantegna paintings

Andrea Mantegna paintings
Arthur Hughes paintings
我完全不否认你上面所说的,有可能他们就买通了我朋友附近的邻居,有可能他们就花钱找人24小时监视着我朋友。既然有在他人家中安针孔摄像头的变态举动,还有什么事是这些禽兽做不出来的呢?
我朋友没什么特殊背景,可能正是因为他没什么特殊背景或是后台,所以才让那些偷窥者更疯狂更变态。希望这位朋友能再帮着分析分析,给我朋友提出更好的建议,感谢!
楼主是想知道怎么找出的办法,然后自己去干见不得人的事的时候就有目的的去防止别人找出来,楼主,你这个ID害了你谢谢这位朋友的建议,另外我有个疑问,仿磁涂料能遮住针孔屏闭信号吗?若对方安的是红外热像(能透视人体)那类针孔,能将其废掉吗?非常诚肯地期待你的再次回复。
我以我人格担保,若我用这事来干见不得人的事,我不得好死!也请这位朋友不要将所有求助的人想像得那样坏,我朋友因这事几次都动了自杀的念头,但不找出这个祸害他的真凶,他死不冥目。

Anne-Francois-Louis Janmot paintings

Anne-Francois-Louis Janmot paintings
Allan R.Banks paintings
观察邻居怎么能观察得出来呢. 我朋友不可能敲开对方的门去找吧?停在家外的车辆怎么知道它是在接收信号呢?这两个查找方法都有难度,很不容易实现.据说现在也有通过太阳能供电的针孔了,红外热像仪连太阳能都不用,只是通过红外线成像.若真如你所说,长时间监控不可能,他们要定期补充能源,我可以让我那朋友每天守在家中,这样应该可以.谢谢这位朋友的回复. 我朋友男的,与他妻儿住在一起。一天是能将屋子翻个遍 ,但是却不容易将针孔翻出来。由于我朋友心情沮丧,所以我代我朋友来这里找众网友帮忙了,希望能有这方面的专家给出出主意,让我朋友恢复属于他的平静生活。前面帮你分析过了,唬人的成分居多。
你以为是专业情报机关呀,想买通邻居就可以买通,想监视就可以有人24小时在楼下候着。 难道是家里什么事情被外人知道了?那更应该查知道这事的人,这个比装针孔摄像头要靠谱
黑社会也没这么牛逼呀,你朋友难道有什么特殊背景值得这么干。

Alexandre Cabanel paintings

Alexandre Cabanel paintings
Anders Zorn paintings
回英雄邓世昌朋友:你所指的吃饱了撑的慌是说那些安针孔的偷窥者吗?
是的,他们是吃饱了撑得慌,丧失道德丧失人性,唯独没忘记不丧失变态的快乐。就是以偷窥他人日常的生活为乐趣,以伤害他人而看到他人痛苦得到无比的满足感。他们在比他们更弱(经济弱,实力弱)的人那里找到变态的上帝身份。因为他们能偷窥别人,而别人除了防备找不出更理想的办法对付他们。其实这些人与写诗的一些诗人有着相似的内心,疯狂,变态,不管道德伦理,不问他人死活,完全只图自己快活。若写诗的人一但掌握了社会上的某些实权,我意思是指当官的或是经济实力雄厚的,那将是社会的一大灾害,他们为社会做不了多大的贡献,却带给他人无法估量的伤害。 楼主完全是杞人忧天!是你对针孔摄像头原理太不了解。
首先,针孔摄像头分有线和无线发射两种,如果是有线,那么就非常好找,如果是无线,观察一下邻居或是房外,难道会有怪异车辆长期在他家门外接收信号?!
其二,任何电子仪器都存在自身能量问题,我想现在不会有人把太阳能和针孔摄像头结合吧!长时间监控是不可能的,间谍也好,偷窥也好,总要想办法定期取回,提取资料,补充能源,你朋友又不是国家重要人物,总不会遇上英国情报部门的“石头”窃听器吧!
完全不必担心!这是那个人的信口胡言,以现在市面上的偷拍设备,不可能有你说的这种功能!

Aubrey Beardsley paintings

Aubrey Beardsley paintings
Andrea del Sarto paintings
湖畔居朋友,我朋友住在自己家,搬家能搬到哪里去呢?且现在房价那么高,普通人家是没有几套房子的。在外面租房也是不不安全的,网上一些新闻还报道过,房东在房间内安针孔偷窥租房者。且搬家是一种逃避的做法,始终没有将症结除掉. gzxin朋友,我朋友之所以知道自己家被人安了针孔摄像头,是听别人说的,且那人现已与我朋友恶交,且当时我朋友在电话中并未将这个可能作为证据的对话录下来。首先要看看自己的房子是什么结构普通住宅楼的话,嵌在墙里的应该很好找到的,买专门的电子侦测狗或2.4GHz的无线接收器可以收到无线摄像头的影像,如果是有线的,那么与相邻建筑墙体之间细查也可以看到
再有就是你的说法不可信,既没证据,如何能判定自家有摄像头,要窥伺,目的何在,总有原因的,要么是不是心理问题,多疑了其实没那么复杂,摄像头要把信号传输出去,不外乎两种方式:有线或无线。
有线传输方式,录像者不可能离被拍者太远,大多只有隔壁才能做到(不太可能在两栋楼之间自己拉线)。
无线传输方式,信号也不可能传输很远(民用一般在100米左右),有专门的设备可以探测无线信号,也不是很贵。
综合分析,你那个恶交的朋友如果住的不是很近,这种说法只是唬人罢了。

Alfred Gockel paintings

Alfred Gockel paintings
Alexei Alexeivich Harlamoff paintings
我一好友,家中被人偷偷安了针孔摄像头,找了很久(自己找,请人找),都没找到。他想过报警,求助警察来帮忙解决此事,但警察说他没有证据(没见针孔摄像头,也没见偷窥的视频图片)。这件事对我朋友的打击很大,甚至影响了他正常的工作与生活。我今天在此发贴,是想请教对针孔摄像头有了解的朋友,帮忙指点一二,让我朋友尽快找出隐藏在其家的针孔,还他做人的尊严,给无耻丧德的偷窥者应有的法律制裁。先谢谢各位了。 连视频图片都没见到怎么知道被人装了针孔啊?被忽悠了吧?
要是有图片的话,看图片对应的家具摆放角度。三点一线!找到不难!谢谢逆风行者朋友的回复。我朋友并未被忽悠,这件事百分百的真实。要怪只能怪他没更多的能力去找到针孔及那些视频图片。他是普通的工薪阶层,不可能反复一掷千金去花高代价找人调查,就是他之前请人找,包括自己买设备找,换灯,重刷墙壁等等都花了六千多元钱,但结果一次比一次让他绝望。他不能只为自己,还得考虑家中的其他人,家里的人还得用钱生活。我朋友对我说过,若将这些钱捐给灾区多好啊,拿这些钱来防偷窥,来防人性中的恶毒,他都觉得很惭愧了。可是,他受的伤害不次于地震中的那些无辜者。我在这里帮他发贴,是想求助各位热心朋友,能对他伸出援助之手,给我朋友一些建议或是寻找的方法。你上面所说的三点一线是怎么查找的?能讲详细点吗?希望这个对他有所启发!

mark rothko paintings

mark rothko paintings
Old Master Oil Paintings
老和柬两国已经在和中国深入“融合”,越南何去何从呢?这不,还是到中国来。到中国来,漏首讲的经济圈就是对策,我们以云南广西两省就彻底“和谐”了越南,一体化它不走也得走,还何呼它在南海做文章,还是配合中国做文章吧。
  东北亚我们在经营,东南亚我们在经营,中亚我们也在经营,隔海的印尼菲律宾也在经营,早晚南亚次大陆也要靠过来,这样的结局正是霸权主义势力没处站脚、退出的结局。当然,霸权主义和殖民主义不甘心这个,在中国周边的热点不断加温,也是这种大略较量的产物,看谁能斗到最后。
越南这次经济危机,可以取得的一个真正的成果是政治上的。在亲美的“南”派挤压下,原来准备借着“经济革新”成果,加快“****”,主动实施“颜色革命”。虽然是号称在“党领导下”逐步实施“直选”,老大警告过他,最后必然是俄共的下场,选到最后必然执政党出局。出于“兄弟党”的情谊,甚至把他们“****”派主要领头人物由某国给予支持的美元资金帐户都告诉他们了,老大情报灌的还挺远的。老大话起了点作用,缓了缓,最终他们还是放松了警惕,亲美派终于促成了党内一个“含糊”的秘密决议。越共党内“友好派”也很着急,多次来南宁、北京告急求救,有点不知所措了。

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Howard Behrens Bellagio Promenade painting

Howard Behrens Bellagio Promenade painting
Guillaume Seignac La Libellule painting
东南亚现在正由经济整合向政治整合过渡,核心推动力和粘合剂,就是中国。这是谁也没法争夺的交椅,美国能做的就搅和,让你歇菜。美国在菲律宾通过对军方的渗透和掌控的部分议员,不时给中国来点"南海岛礁"纠纷;美国对越南,就是诱导它扩大"海洋战略纵深",与中国的南海石油开发方面直接对抗;美国在缅甸方面,更是想直接强行介入,尽管有部队在泰国可以利用来作跳板,但是泰国有咱们中国的人,随时会通风报信。
美国军事介入缅甸,目前这一回合下来,美国又黄了;越南总书记跑中国来讨救兵,听从美国人搞的"海洋战略纵深"到关键时刻出不了美元,救不了经济危机;菲律宾军方在美国支持下用炸弹逼迫菲律宾总统阿罗约(此人对华友好),目前阿罗约还顶着,需要咱中国过去支持一把,中国要对菲律宾军方给点警告。如果菲军方再不听劝告,南海就要刮风,中国痛打菲军方。 中国对越南要恩威并施,这个国家越战结束后,头脑一直不清醒。先是看不清自己的分量,忘了那是中苏打败美国,以为是自己的斤两大,二是想做印度支那"大联邦国"的梦。 所谓"恩威并施",经济上要它开放越北,加速与云南、广西的一体化,强化其内部对华"友好派"的分量;军事上要适时打击,灭掉南部亲美"海洋派"的气焰。

Guillaume Seignac The Wave painting

Guillaume Seignac The Wave painting
William Bouguereau The Rapture of Psyche painting
更有甚者,在谈及位于该舰前部的导弹垂直发射装置时,原文竟以“结构高度相似”为理由,怀疑中方“窃取”了美国MK41垂发系统的设计专利:“考虑到MK41曾出口到许多国家,因此不能排除发生技术流失的可能。”类似的论调还出现在对中国新一代主战舰艇上普遍装备的7管30毫米近程防御火炮的评价上;作者言之凿凿地在文中表示,该型武器的原型,就是荷兰在上世纪80年代时研制的“守门员”近防炮。
  文章进一步揣测称,中国对俄罗斯武器的大肆仿制,不仅影响了后者的军火出口计划,还在世界市场上同俄方形成了不正当竞争关系,“搞得莫斯科负责知识产权的部门异常恼火”。原文还引用统计数据指出,从2006年开始,中国在俄罗斯武器出口总量中所占的份额正迅速减小;并试图通过这种变化趋势证明,中方“毫不负责的剽窃行为”,已经迫使俄方改变了对华军售的基本政策。 别理那厮!!“非法复制”?哼!关键是你得复制的出来……其他国家恐怕卖给它也“盗版”(我姑且借用这个词)不了。哈哈哈哈...........中国人他只要看到30%就可以制造出来,印度人你把所有技术资料给他并手把手教他还是学不会!...美国佬爱现,仿造你又如何?试问你mk41有没有申请国际专利啊

Gustav Klimt Klimt Sappho painting

Gustav Klimt Klimt Sappho painting
Guillaume Seignac The Awakening of Psyche painting
据俄罗斯媒体报道,俄罗斯空军总司令代助理弗拉基米尔-德里克中校9日表示,俄空军远程航空兵两架图-95战略轰炸机9日从萨拉托夫州恩格斯空军基地起飞升空,在北极地区上空执行空中巡逻任务。
德里克中校指出:“9日两架图-95战略轰炸机开始在偏远的北极上空执行例行空中巡逻任务。两架轰炸机将演练空中加油科目并根据任务继续飞行。”
他解释说,伊尔-78加油机将在空中实施加油。他同时强调,所有飞行严格符合利用中立水域上空空域的国际法准则,没有侵犯它国领空。
美国!越战后基本上就不敢跟大国叫板,只敢欺负些营养不良的小国。撞机也能称得上是“叫板”?那中美的贸易纠纷就可以称得上是全面战争了。那你当中美贸易纠纷是两个人在下棋?
你当东南亚金融危机是米国佬一不小心把游泳池当水盆一样翻了个个?
My God!

Johannes Vermeer Girl with a Pearl Earring painting

Johannes Vermeer Girl with a Pearl Earring painting
Steve Hanks Blending Into Shadows Sheets painting
 如果不是因为汶川大地震,或许很多外国人一辈子也不会知道汶川、北川、青川、什邡这些地名;如果不是因为莎朗·斯通在戛纳电影节一次无知的讲话,或许她的身影还会出现在6月15日的上海电影节上;而如果不是因为一篇发在天涯社区的帖子,范美忠这位普通中学教师或许不会在海内外遭到那么多人的讽刺、质疑、谩骂甚至是人身威胁。
  “丑陋的Runner Fan”
  6月1日,“单位网(danwei)”站长、南非人金玉米把此话题做成了英文专题,当即引发了众多国外媒体人士和网民的关注。6月2日的英国《每日电讯报》发表题为“教师承认地震开始时自己率先逃跑!”的文章,率先披露此消息。而加拿大《埃德蒙顿报》在6月3日发表了题为“震后教师宣称:每个人都是自私的”的文章。同一天的《纽约太阳报》刊发了题为“中国教师在地震时抛弃他的学生逃跑”,披露了中国网民的愤怒情绪。《俄罗斯今日报》认为,作为中国人的范美忠比莎朗·斯通更可耻。“因为他在关键时刻抛弃了责任,抛弃了良知,抛弃了自己的学生,同时也抛弃了人们对他的信任。”

Leonardo da Vinci The Last Supper painting

Leonardo da Vinci The Last Supper painting
Fabian Perez white and red painting
因为国内网民怒称范美忠为“范跑跑”,国外网友甚至也对应地给他起了一个外国名。“我想以后英文里会出现一个新词组,那就是Runner Fan。”一位网友在美国论坛“freerepublic”留言说。
  6月7日,香港凤凰卫视《一虎一席谈》节目邀请范美忠现场辩论,而同期在凤凰网进行的一项调查,似乎也暗示着多数中国人的态度。这项名为“你怎样看待范美忠率先逃跑的行为”的调查共吸引了高达245888位网友的投票。其中有58.9%的人认为范美忠“已经不适合继续做教师了”,有17.1%的人对范美忠“不管是言论还是行为都不赞成”,而赞成范美忠言行的仅占4.5%。
  “逃跑门”的另类解读
  然而,在网络上对“逃跑门”事件几乎压倒一片的痛斥声中,英国《卫报》“标新立异”地提出了异议。 卫报》认为“范美忠的坦率是罕见的”,“范美忠在中国引起愤怒。但这位教师表示,在地震发生的那一刹那,老师也是弱者。‘国家和学校没有教过我任何逃生、营救技能’。‘当时我也被吓坏了,本能反应就是往外跑’。”此外,《卫报》发出了“范美忠真的是中国的头号懦夫吗?”这样的疑问:“历史上鲜有人愉快地记录自己因为害怕而逃跑,甚至‘历史上最懦弱的人’——那个抛下泰坦尼克号1500名乘客的白星航运公司常务董事伊斯梅,也从来没有尝试过这样大胆地为自己的行为辩护。无论如何,懦弱是道德的迷惑:基于道德或宗教信仰原因不肯服兵役者要有多大的勇气?”《卫报》认为范美忠坦率承认自己的行为并大胆辩护“勇气可嘉”,“海明威会认为怯懦只是‘无法暂停想像力的运作’,但马克·吐温曾说,人类是懦弱的种族。因此,要真正承认懦弱,必须相当有勇气。”

Guillaume Seignac L'Abandon painting

Guillaume Seignac L'Abandon painting
John William Godward Nu Sur La Plage painting
当然,《卫报》的观点无法说服大多数中国民众,亦非国际舆论的主流。正如《悉尼时报》指出的那样,“范美忠也许可以有自己的想法,但是他的行为已无法去说服孩子”。而在全球最大的中国入境旅游信息资讯平台trav-elchinaguide上,一位名为“spicyhotpot”的美国加州网友的留言又为观察提供了另一种视角。
  这位网友写道:“换了我,在当时可能也会逃跑。但在加州,从没有发生过教师在紧急事件时不顾学生先逃走的事件。”这是因为,美国在对待地震时老师的表现有着严格的规定。在地震较频繁的加州,《民法》第3100条规定所有公职人员是灾难服务人员,“此公职人员包括教师,因此,当灾难发生时,美国教师有疏散学生的职责。”不论是火灾或地震,加州每个学校都有自己的疏散步骤,在演习时也会检视撤离所有人员需多久的时间,一旦灾难发生,所有人都应依照紧急步骤来避难。 由此可见,即便范某人动不动提“自由公正”,也无法得到多数西方媒体和网友的支持。这个问题不是自由公正的问题,而是教师基本职责的问题,更是人类共通的基本伦理道德的问题。

Claude Monet Woman In A Green Dress painting

Claude Monet Woman In A Green Dress painting
Gustav Klimt The Kiss (Le Baiser _ Il Baccio) painting

得益于众多国产先进装备的服役,中国海军的战斗力近年来有了显著提高。然而,6月份出版的美国《信号》杂志,却刊登了一篇题为《中国海军“拷贝”俄罗斯技术》的文章,贬低我军在现代化建设上取得的成就。现将该文主要内容编译如下,并试指出对其中的不实之处。
  这篇由美国“水面作战研究中心”分析员詹姆斯·巴塞特撰写的文章认为,自俄罗斯引进的整套武器装备及其附带的技术转移,对于中国建设“蓝水海军”的庞大计划,具有不可忽略的促进作用。文章认为,从上世纪90年代末开始,中国海军总共引进了包括4艘“现代”级驱逐舰在内的俄制军火。让俄罗斯方面感到吃惊的是,仅仅在几年之内,一些原本安装在这批舰艇上的武器系统,就在“未经许可”的情况下被照搬到了中国自主建造的新型战舰上。  文章指出,新近服役的中国海军某导弹护卫舰,就是中方“盗版”俄罗斯技术后的产物。从外观上看,这艘军舰至少采用了4套“具有俄罗斯血统”的作战系统,它们分别是:“顶板”M2EM三坐标雷达(用于对空搜索)、“音乐台”Mineral-ME超视距探测装置(用于定位海上目标)、MR90照射雷达(用于防空导弹制导)以及舰首的MGK-335型中频声呐。由于没有迹象表明中国曾取得过这些装备的生产许可证,作者断言,中方必定对俄制原版产品进行了某种“非法复制”,才使它们在国产军舰上得到推广。

Monday, June 9, 2008

Chase Chase Summertime painting

Chase Chase Summertime painting
Bierstadt Bavarian Landscape painting
"Each time that I saw it I was some distance away from it so that it is impossible for me to say."
"You appear, however, to have been disagreeably impressed by it."
"It seemed to be of an unusual colour and to have a strange rigidity about the features. When I approached it vanished with a jerk."
"How long is it since your wife asked you for a hundred pounds?"
"Nearly two months."
Have you ever seen a photograph of her first husband?"
"No, there was a great fire at Atlanta very shortly after his death, and all her papers were destroyed."
"And yet she had a certificate of death. You say that you saw it."
"Yes, she got a duplicate after the fire."
"Did you ever meet anyone who knew her in America?"

Manet Two Roses On A Tablecloth painting

Manet Two Roses On A Tablecloth painting
Manet Flowers In A Crystal Vase painting
""Tell me everything, then," said I.
" "I cannot, Jack, I cannot," she cried.
""Until you tell me who it is that has been living in that cottage, and who it is to whom you have given that photograph, there can never be any confidence between us," said I, and breaking away from her I left the house. That was yesterday, Mr. Holmes, and I have not seen her since, nor do I know anything more about this strange business. It is the first shadow that has come between us, and it has so shaken me that I do not know what I should do for the best. Suddenly this morning it occurred to me that you were the man to advise me, so I have hurried to you now, and I place myself unreservedly in your hands. If there is any point which I have not made clear, pray question me about it. But, above all, tell me quickly what I am to do, for this misery is more than I can bear."
Holmes and I had listened with the utmost interest to this extraordinary statement, which had been delivered in the jerky, broken fashion of a man who is under the influence of extreme emotion. My companion sat silent now for some time, with his chin upon his hand, lost in thought.
"Tell me," said he at last, could you swear that this was a man's face which you saw at the window?"