Dante and Virgil by William-Adolphe Bouguereau, oil on canvas (1850).
Getting placed at the Musée d'Orsay in Paris.
The scene accidentally became a renaissance style composition.
I’m 60, and my son is 33. He still lives in my house, sleeping in the same room he grew up in and using the same closet I built for him when he was ten. He eats the food I prepare for him every day. He doesn’t work, doesn’t study, and doesn’t look for anything. He wakes up late, turns on the television or computer, and that’s how his day passes. If I don’t serve him breakfast, he skips it. If I don’t wash his clothes, he leaves them piled on a chair until he has nothing clean left to wear.
But it wasn’t always this obvious. It started years ago, little by little, and I allowed it all to happen.
When he was a child, I didn’t let him do anything on his own. I tied his shoes until he was twelve because he said it took too long. I did his homework for him “so he wouldn’t get stressed.” If there was a problem with a teacher at school, I went to speak on his behalf. If he argued with a friend, I stepped in. I always told myself, “He’ll have time to suffer when he’s an adult.” I never let him experience discomfort.
When I arrived at Marbury Big Mere, when I took the Reed Warbler photos, at first light, it was very misty, a real pea souper. So I just took a few photos, as the sun came up. So I thought I'd take a few photos, before it cleared up.
The geometry of music! The red lines connect notes that are a major third apart. The green lines connect notes that are a minor third apart. The blue lines connect notes that are a perfect fifth apart. https://t.co/43Ys4gWUSx
Possibly a naive question but if judges in the UK must wear oddly abbreviated wigs that show their own hair what is the point of the wig? If it’s only symbolic a judge could wear a wee little white curl tucked behind an ear. Hard to take them seriously when they all look like Monty Python.