woolly full moon, dark blue sky, nothing else

wooly near-full moon in midnight blue sky

Let nothing be called natural
In an age of bloody confusion,
Ordered disorder, planned caprice,
And dehumanized humanity, lest all things
Be held unalterable!

Bertrolt Brecht, The Exception and the Rule

ash sun over landscape

Ashes
Jeremy Dyer, 2011

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photograph of collage black background off-white abstract architectural fragments in foreground

Time flows in strange ways on Sundays, and sights become mysteriously distorted.

Haruki Murakami

Photograph Bare winter forest with an enormous full moon

Ah, faeries, dancing under the moon, A Druid land, a Druid tune!

Yeats

ph. unknown

Origin: Frescos in Palazzo Schifanoia Early Renaissance mythological painting (detail) of Minerva above a mythical horned ram Blue background, white horned ram, Minerva in long red dress Minerva is often depicted with symbols of peace such as the olive tree and the owl as wisdom. The poet Ovid referred to her as the ‘goddess of a thousand works.’

Allegory of March – Triumph of Minerva and Sign of Aries. (1470)

Francesco del Cossa

Yes.
and his excellent word coining

"Take some more tea," the March Hare said to Alice, very earnestly.

"I've had nothing yet," Alice replied in an offended tone, "so I can't take more."

"You mean you can't take less," said the Hatter: "it's very easy to take more than nothing."

Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland

Oft hope is born when all is forlorn.

Tolkien

The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.

Tolkien

You are on a cloud, in a world of chaos pulled by a speed of denial, and you weep.

Ph. Parke-Harrison

Calligrammes: Poems of Peace and War 1913-1916

Guillaume Apollinaire

still-winter trees, low clouds briefly illuminated by shy departed sun

trills of birds, staccato

Young woman holding libation cup Painted terracotta; study for a work in pâte-de-verre (glass ground to powder and put in clay mold for firing)

Saturday morning, with coffee

César Isidore Henry Cros, 1891

Stanza 3, Lines 15-21

The Moon and the Yew Tree
Sylvia Plath

flux, flow

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watercolour butterfly light bronze hued on cream paper

The thing about Proust is his
combination of the utmost sensibility with the utmost tenacity. He searches out these butterfly shades to the last grain. He is as tough as catgut and as evanescent as a butterfly's bloom.

Virginia Woolf

a branch of blackberry, a thicket

a memory of August and wild blackberries in the basket

large white garlic heads, 19th c English iron and brass scale

Garlic (Allium sativum)
19c iron scale

Gigli pasta dried (before cooking) A beautiful tiny lily shape.

Varietal: Gigli (Lilies) Pasta

It could be a fungi, a forest elemental, a tiny flower in the garden. Wondrous.

to sleep on a cloud in blue sky, rare afternoon delight

in the arms of Morpheus

fragment of stone architecture, half round with webs and minutiae

Nature is ever at work building and pulling down, creating and destroying, keeping everything whirling and flowing, allowing no rest but in rhythmical motion, chasing everything in endless song out of one beautiful form into another.

John Muir, 1901

B & W photograph cloud,, tall tree stump, a bird

a beclouded morn

The authentic and pure values - truth, beauty and goodness - in the activity of a human being are the result of one and the same act, a certain application of the attention to the object.

Simone Weil, Gravity and Grace

William Morris Dove and Rose textile, 1879

morning, with coffee

There is not a fragment in all nature, for every relative fragment of one thing is a full harmonious unit in itself.

John Muir

mist forest

good night, dream your dream

Assemblage found paper (Berlin street) and round metal disc (Seattle street)

All moments, past, present and future, always have existed, always will exist.

Vonnegut