Andromeda

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An oak seedling

The natural grace of an oak seedling called Noble Shadow

A literal translation of the Old English Æðelsceadu, or Addleshade if the word still existed

Beautiful grey Sunday 😉

😒😉

Linda Gregg

Read about Gina Matarazzo and her work in the coming December issue of Beautiful Bizarre art magazine!

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Image of a black bird against a black background. All that shows against the black is the eye and beak, yellow contrasted against darkness.

The Black Bird ~ Sebastian Pálmay (photography)

‘L’Étranger au bord de la mer.’ #Photography by Ara Ko #art

Watercolour painting of black pews in a church, with silver and red finials, and a gold and red archway open to a red sky outside, the atmosphere is somehow serene and foreboding at the same time

Painting created c.1949 in the art therapy studio at Netherne hospital, by an individual who was compelled to live there, currently identified to us only as Drew.
This is their only surviving work & no biographical information is currently known to us

Puffin photographed against vegetation.

Puffin portrait.
#SuperSeabirdSunday

Guten Morgen aus Nusshausen 🐿

Snake goddesses (votive figures) with the sun disc in rock crystal above them

Restored bull head for cult libations with gold horns

Minos ring, gold, engraved with an image of a temple and trees (?)

The Phaistos Disc with engraved characters on its stand

Heraklion Museum of Archaeology - Day 1 (some of my faves)

Stuart Pearson Wright.

Middlesborough.

2000.

"Solstice Bird" by Forest Rogers for our exhibition 'Reverie', currently on view at Haven Gallery.

See the exhibition online at havengallery.com/portfolio/re...

For inquiries: please email Gallery Director, Erica Berkowitz at info@havengallery.com

#beautifulbizarre #forestrogers #art

Necessary Losses: The Life-Shaping Art of Letting Go “We cannot deeply love anything without becoming vulnerable to loss. And we cannot become separate people, responsible people, connected people, reflective people without some losing and leav…

"We cannot deeply love anything without becoming vulnerable to loss. And we cannot become separate people, responsible people, connected people, reflective people without some losing and leaving and letting go."

On necessary losses: www.themarginalian.org/2023/11/21/n...

WHAT I DIDN'T KNOW BEFORE was how horses simply give birth to other horses. Not a baby by any means, not a creature of liminal spaces, but already a four-legged beast hellbent on walking, scrambling after the mother. A horse gives way to another horse and then suddenly there are two horses, just like that. That's how I loved you. You, off the long train from Red Bank carrying a coffee as big as your arm, a bag with two computers swinging in it unwieldily at your side. I remember we broke into laughter when we saw each other. What was between us wasn't a fragile thing to be coddled, cooed over. It came out fully formed, ready to run. ❤️

For your Sunday -one of my all-time favorites. ❤️
That's how I loved you.
Ada Limón
—I remember we broke into laughter when we saw each other. What was between us wasn't a fragile thing to be coddled, cooed over. It came out fully formed, ready to run.
That is how I loved —you.

But the heart has its own memory, and I have forgotten nothing.

~ Albert Camus

And this morning the Shed is a sunken hall, fathoms-deep under a lake of carp that swim serenely through the battlements...

The Hot Shower as a Form of Prayer One of the paradoxes of being alive is that it is often through the extremes of sensation, through the shock of having a body, that we come most proximate to the subtleties of the soul. Walt Whitma…

Oh this is absolutely wonderful – Brian Doyle (snatched from life far too soon) on the hot shower as a form of prayer www.themarginalian.org/2025/01/09/h...

Photo of four ceramic odd figures in mostly white, three figures have wide hats and are wearing odd garments

Inge Burgerhoudt contemporary ceramics artist from the Netherlands who works under the title Kleur Keramiek #WomensArt

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Sussex — lhackett
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A path covered in autumn leaves in a pine forest, a slight uphill towards trees growing on a rock. The roots of the trees, which are covered in moss, crisscross the path.

The earth was overwhelmed with beauty and indifferent to it, and I went with a heart ready to crack for its unbearable loveliness. 💚🧡
― Josephine Winslow Johnson, Now in November

#BlueskyArtShow
#Autumn #forest
#photography

“November always seemed to me the Norway of the year” — Emily Dickinson.

(Essay on Dickinson's unusual manuscript forms, which included sweet wrappers and concert programmes, here: https://publicdomainreview.org/essay/the-manuscripts-of-emily-dickinson/)

Emily Dickinson’s Herbarium: A Beautiful Digital Edition of the Poet’s Pressed Plants & Flowers Is Now Online So many writers have been gardeners and have written about gardens that it might be easier to make a list of those who didn’t. But even in this crowded company, Emily Dickinson stands out.

Emily Dickinson’s Herbarium: A Beautiful Digital Edition of the Poet’s Pressed Plants & Flowers Is Now Online

A forest floor covered in browning leaves with bright green winding mossy tree roots.

Time can vanish in exploring these places, like wandering through an art gallery of unexpected forms and colors. 💚
― Robin Wall Kimmerer

#ColorADay #GreenSat
#ArtChallenges
#forest #nature #moss
#photography
#EastCoatKin

Virginia Woolf on Love “I think we moderns lack love,” Virginia Woolf (January 25, 1882–March 28, 1941) diagnosed us in the first year of our deadliest war. The paradox is that when we lack something lo…

Virginia Woolf on love www.themarginalian.org/2025/09/09/v...

A tea light candle in a small glass holder with a ring of very dried out rowan berries set about it, sat on a stone gatepost in a darkening garden.

✨ All Saints Day, second of the Allhallowtide, & dusk brings a local protective folk custom of burning a candle in a ring of rowan berries tied with red thread on the gatepost - anything that should have gone to ground with the last harvest now cannot cross to cause mischief...

A weathered stone arch stands alone in a rugged coastal landscape.

Enduring form
#blackandwhitephotography #coastal

Perfume and Milk

I know I'm yelling into the void here, but this album!!! 🔥

💃🏻

Perfume and Milk ~ Florence + The Machine

open.spotify.com/track/2R0HZc...