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photography, writing

header: Alice Oswald, Falling Awake
Pinned
I wake to listen:
A far sea moves in my ear.

Sylvia Plath, The Morning Song
Yes. It’s in season now. You can grow your own in a pot. I get mine from an organic farm.
February 3, 2026 at 10:52 AM
V funny- yes!
I like to have a bit of bergamot lemon in black coffee in winter. Fine art with the squeezing.
February 3, 2026 at 10:42 AM
To hear, one must be silent.

Ursula Le Guin
February 3, 2026 at 10:39 AM
When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.

Ansel Adams
February 3, 2026 at 10:18 AM
"Utterance"

W.S. Merwin
The Rain in the Trees, 1987
February 3, 2026 at 10:12 AM
The more powerful and original a mind, the more it will incline towards the religion of solitude.

Aldous Huxley
February 3, 2026 at 8:42 AM
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.

William Blake
February 3, 2026 at 8:34 AM
good morning, coffee with bergamot lemon

Odilon Redon, 1897
February 3, 2026 at 7:57 AM
Winter (VI)

Mikalojus Konstantinas
Curlionis, 1907
February 3, 2026 at 7:45 AM
Night
Gustave Moreau, 1880
February 2, 2026 at 5:18 PM
Selva Oscura

Art: Mikalojus Konstantinas
Ciurlionis, 1907
February 2, 2026 at 5:08 PM
We ran as if to meet the moon.

Robert Frost
February 1, 2026 at 7:48 PM
one bird singing to the moon
February 1, 2026 at 5:42 PM
🤍
February 1, 2026 at 2:46 PM
I love his work
February 1, 2026 at 1:36 PM
the subterranean sky
February 1, 2026 at 1:36 PM
🤍
February 1, 2026 at 9:40 AM
mist and moon

Adolph Gottlieb, 1961
February 1, 2026 at 9:05 AM
Tell yourself
as it gets cold and gray falls from the air
that you will go on
walking, hearing
the same tune no matter where
you find yourself -
inside the dome of dark
or under the cracking white
of the moon's gaze in a valley of snow.

Mark Strand, Lines for Winter
February 1, 2026 at 8:47 AM
we also might “feel”
February 1, 2026 at 8:28 AM
The salvation of this human world lies nowhere else than in the human heart, in the human power to reflect, in human meekness and human responsibility.

Václav Havel, 21/2/1990
February 1, 2026 at 8:23 AM
We taste and teel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.

Yeats
February 1, 2026 at 8:15 AM
Orison
February 1, 2026 at 8:08 AM
There are, indeed, things that cannot be put into words. They make themselves manifest. They are what is mystical.

Wittgenstein
February 1, 2026 at 7:58 AM