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The more clearly we can focus our attention on the wonders and realities of the universe about us, the less taste we shall have for destruction. -Rachel Carson 🌿 Gerhard Richter - Lake, 1997 #sober don't post the monster's image
Thank you 🌸
It's much appreciated. 🌿
Thank you. I really appreciate it. 🌿
That's very kind, thank you 🌸
That it's being done in our name, with our money - destruction, murder, terrorism and cruelty - breaks my heart even more
Hey, thanks. The sunlight was so lovely that morning.
Never enough flowers. Thank you, Steve, that's very kind.
I really appreciate it, thank you 🌸
Thank you 🌿
"There is a soft moonlight that gives us peace, and one that inspires a kind of awe. There is a cold, austere moonlight that tells the soul of its loneliness and isolation, and one prompting love, not only for an individual, but a whole universe."
www.themarginalian.org/2024/03/06/moonlight/?s=09
Hannah Frank
Moon Ballet
lithograph, 1934
As I do: in shadows,
trailing over cool rock,
under the great maple trees.
Sometimes I see it in
early spring, rising very far away.
I feel it glinting through the leaves, erratic
like someone hitting the side of a glass with a metal spoon.
Louise Glück
Lamium
from The Wild Iris (1992)
As I do: in shadows,
trailing over cool rock,
under the great maple trees.
Sometimes I see it in
early spring, rising very far away.
I feel it glinting through the leaves, erratic
like someone hitting the side of a glass with a metal spoon.
Louise Glück
Lamium
Thank you 💚
🤍
Glad you're back 🩷
Exactly.
It's always the vulnerable caught in the middle that are used to justify endless wars and chaos.
Say his name: Nurul Amin Shah Alam.
Justice for him and his family.
May this weekend, the world slow down just enough for you to breathe 🤍
#Photography #Art #CalmWeekend #QuietMoments #Sky #EveningVibes #CityLights #JustBreathe
Signs form a language, but not the one you think you know.
Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities
- learn what can be learned, in silence, from the eyes of animals, the flight of birds, the great slow gestures of trees.
Ursula Le Guin