Colour Companions. Sunset Splurge. Most Famous Female in History?

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After last weeks tribute to a special lady here's another. I have to say 'Belinda' has a much better view of the world than I have as she lives on a hill overlooking the city. I'd marry her in an instant but only for the amazing panoramas from her windows. This is not one of them :o)

Pink for a girl. It was on a recent bus trip into Edinburgh that she happened to ask... "Who is the most famous woman in history?"
After a think about it and several suggestions from her I replied "Cleopatra... it's got to be! "
I explained my reasons. "She died over 2000 years ago yet her image is still everywhere around us, in almost every country, despite not really knowing what she looked like. Given that fact it's fair to speculate that she will still be around and known throughout the world 2000 years in the future and still be an icon then if humans still exist. Even robots will know her story. Who else can match that? Will any modern celebrity/ individual be well known and instantly recognized by nearly every person on the planet 2000 years from now?"
The Virgin Mary and Joan of Arc were considered then dismissed. (V.M. demoted as that image of mother and child was apparently lifted straight from Isis and the infant Horus according to many historians and no genuine provable evidence exists of a real women as yet but Cleopatra's image, life and death is verified by countless coins and ancient tablets. Also, V.M. has been heavily promoted for well over 1000 years by the vast machinery of Catholic and Christian churches into every home yet still remains unchanged as a static image. (Cleopatra meanwhile is on everything in modern times from food products to lucky charms to gambling machines- slightly ironic given her unlucky end and is still as famous/ infamous as ever she was yet she also evolves and changes style and even colour/race with each new generation's tastes and attitudes.) Joan of Arc has that as well, just not as much or as universal, being again tied to one religion and a certain static look. In short, she doesn't appeal or fascinate modern generations in the same way.
Once I'd explained why I thought Cleopatra should be number one she eventually agreed. Hence the last photo post tribute to a true immortal.... Cleopatra VII Thea Philopator to give her the full title. Names are also very important in the long lasting memory game. Famous people that have hard to pronounce names do not get remembered past their own death usually. It can be that simple. That and a great back story... preferably with a tragic ending.
So the answer to the post/quiz/tribute last week that no one bothered to guess is.... The Royal Queen of Ancient Egypt. Maybe it was too easy for an answer?

Sunsets can come in a range of colours. Goldilocks evening here on a frozen Lake of Menteith. Belle missed this, which was a real pity, as she can ice skate fairly well.

Cloud reflections on the outskirts of Glasgow near Clydebank. A beauty mirror for a muse.

Flamingo pink dawn over the Western Highlands.

Catkins and cherry trees. Late spring.

Almondvale colours. Loth-Lothian.

Stars fallen to earth.

Wild garlic.

Forsythia reflections. A bush named after a direct relative of UK entertainer Bruce Forsyth. As it flowers very early in spring each year, sometimes with late snow still present, it is often linked with resurrection.

The River Leven at Dumbarton.

Flowering gorse bushes on the Kilpatrick Hills.

Beautiful blue skies and daffodils. Glasgow's glorious western suburbs.

Daffodils in Glasgow park.

First light in the Western Highlands. The Avalon spirit world colours of my own Morgan Le Fay perhaps?

Red sunset on the River Clyde.

The red earth of Loth-Lothian.

Sunset on the River Clyde. Renfrew Ferry. Last crossing of the evening.

As a contrast to feminine pursuits here's a manly, 'band of brothers' style video. A classic modern song I liked immediately it also featured on the compilation CD Western Skies- best new American Music... which has been a favourite on long car journeys for several years now as it features many different bands but not a bad song on it.

Alma Deutscher.

I was going to mention this child prodigy in passing on the next photo post as I watched this documentary last week on TV and it was a real highlight. I'm not really a fan of classical music or opera so I had never heard of this girl before now which made the recently shown documentary even more fascinating. Stunned to find it on You Tube so quickly and I've no idea how long it will stay in place but it certainly made paying the TV license fee worthwhile as I'm normally underwhelmed by child performances on things like Britain's Got Talent etc (rarely watch reality TV at all if I have control of the buttons), where you have to wade through hours of mediocre dross to find anything of interest.
And if anyone thinks I,m posting this on here for any other reason than that I enjoy watching truly gifted artists performing with obvious enthusiasm, as her sister is talented as well, you obviously don't know me very well.
An exceptional documentary I really enjoyed and well worth seeing even if you don't watch it on here.

Ra and Isis.

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                                                This is a tribute to the undying lands

                                                                of immortality

                                                   and the Queen who lives there.

                                                             First and supreme

                                                           Seventh of her name.

                                                  One born over 2000 years ago

                                                        yet one who will never die

                                              as long as the human race remembers

                                                                 she will live on

                                                               Thea Philopator.

                                     Born before the first dawn on this bare dark world

                                                         and destined to live on

                              until the last star in the ocean above falls from the heavens

                                                             Mother of religions

                                                            Daughter of Glory

                                                  keeper of the sacred flame of magic

                                                           A Queen of Kings

                                                                 Sister of Set

                                                               But who am I exactly?

                                                                    And why?

                                                  This should be so easy to answer :o)

                                                 as it's never the end......for her.

"Uncanny Valley Effect." The spaces between Reality and Illusion.

Been away for a while with someone special. Nice to have a break from thinking, writing or posting on here but I return now to my cave on the outskirts refreshed.

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Sometimes it's hard to separate reality from illusion- fact from fiction. It has always been difficult to tell what is truth... as truth itself can be fluid but now it is harder than ever to decide. Does it really matter?

Does water always run downhill?. Well.....not on every occasion. Vertical flower head ~meet sticky water.

I sat overlooking the 'city in a bowl' with the great bulk of Ben Cartwright looming to the north, covered in autumn snows, a gateway to the Highlands, and thought ahead to the race wars to come and the last false promise of the final crusades before religion died completely within the human psyche. Future, fact, or fiction. you decide....

Cities melt and turn into glass, oceans freeze, skies collapse, but a weak pulse remains in the patient.

A new dawn brings fresh raindrops. A long summer of rain. Look much closer though. Have you ever seen paintings appear within the raindrops... an entire art gallery in fact. - I call this one "dolphins leaping."

The River Clyde at Clydebank on a still evening. Fish could be heard coming up to kiss the air in mid- channel so clear the hour- just before spells and wonders unfold with nightfall.

During daylight (the deceiver) I wait in a notorious haunt above the city for darkness to fill my life. The true sight of "dust." Everyone is attracted in some way/degree to the darker side. Ask Alexander Trocchi about that one.

A brand new sculpture appears beside the cornfields. The Renfrewshire Raptor.

A bee in close up detail underneath... is nothing like a furry teddy bear but a strange alien life form instead -concealed in colourful robes. Look too closely at it and the 'uncanny valley' aspect appears. Especially under a microscope. Size matters- much larger and it would be monstrous and horrifying indeed... instead of small and cuddly looking. No makers stamp visible yet though in all the subjects tested so far but I persist in my mission, undaunted.

Flowers in George Square. Took this as it reminded me of 1960s flower power vs gun authority photos. Roses placed into rifles etc.  My modern interpretation of that period echo in old photographs.

As I could wait no longer I descended via shady lanes ,tunnels and underground streets into another realm. All cities change character at night... or maybe just the characters change.

Illusion or real? You decide.

As true night falls I can once again walk under clear skies and cool air, leaving Glasgow's  underground chambers for another day.

Many predators walk in the dark places of this world. Will you be kissed, cuddled... or cut apart tonight? Pathways and choices for everyone in life.

Glasgow's lanes can be very dark indeed but surprisingly empty anytime I pad through them of an evening, now, claws within paws, paws stuck firmly in pockets. I find myself surprisingly nostalgic for old time prostitutes hanging around this area- very dead city centre without them these days- so many things have changed here since my teenage years in this once thriving metropolis. This place used to be jumping back then! Retro visions from the 1960s right up until the 1990s flash before my eyes like a silent movie running.The once busy shopping streets filled with real shops, the heaving mass of people on pavements, the pub life. Still as a frozen corpse here now though. ( Fact. This city has lost almost half a million people since the 1930s.)

Darker and darker the lanes got.. matching my mood.

Up and up I travelled.. searching everywhere...Grail questing.....Sniffing the shadow-lands for prey.

"There is always a light that never goes out." I told myself.

What I needed now was a sign from above. Sweet Satan back in Heaven- save me!         at  # Satan back in Heaven .com

No illusion this....

No fear now either. Just the woman of my dreams descending to earth... from the mothership. Such sparkling eyes.... :o)

What will my fate be?     The end.

I can think of one video that matches this unusual post perfectly. Enjoy.
PS. post title explained here.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Uncanny_valley

PPS....This post was also partly inspired by several explicit and gruesome crime novels I've read recently- about serial killers destroying women in a variety of ways.  All bestsellers... all written by women...presumably for women mainly. Didn't really understand the 50 shades craze for bondage and torture books in every mainstream bookstore a while ago either.  I preferred the Duke of Burgundy myself which was a clever twist on a very old subject. Didn't get the worldwide popularity of them or the amount of folk reading and taking about them in every office. The Marquis De Sade got locked up for that sort of thing but now its fashionable it seems... as long as you are a good looking millionaire of course and not some guy from a council estate tying up girls in a bedroom.
Come to think of it... me just not understand females at all........!     :o)


Can't have the girls having all the fun though.... can we?     # the last male writer on planet earth... or so it seems from the recent choices presented on the book sales table in my local library over the last few years :o) Having said that a good book is a good book.