For my omniscience paid I toll / In infinite remorse of soul

Manon, 27.

[a-quiet-green-agreement]

Glass threw the moon at me. Grass sang a litany at my feet.

— Carl Jacobi, from “Revelations in Black,” Revelations in Black: Stories (Arkham House, 1947)

[yourhelenwolf]

Театр. Пьеса Ирисов (Theatre. The Play of Irises, 2023)

[mydododiedandthenreactivated]

Over the wall

[weepingwidar]

Madeline von Foerster (American, 1973) - Untitled (Dove) (2024)

[mournfulroses]

Daphne du Maurier, from "Rebecca," originally published in August 1938

[thingsfromthedirt]

Houseboat: Reflections of North America's Floating Homes... History architecture, and Lifestyles (1977)

Ben Dennis and Betsy Case

[geopsych]

Moving mist the lake on the 4th of July two years ago.

[ce-sac-contient]

Wolfgang Tillmans - Tree Filling Window, 2002

Chromogenic print, in artist’s frame (208.3 x 141 cm) 

[zegalba]

Georgia O'Keeffe: Narcissa’s last Orchid (1940)

[eliamatrell]

“I put my hands among the flames. Nothing burns.”

— SYLVIA PLATH, from Poppies in July.

[roses--and--rue]

Peony with Butterfly, Johann Christoph Bayer, c. 1760.

[maviyenot]

[theliteraryluggage]

“Here is what the sea smells like. It is more texture than scent, because the sea is primarily made of two substances that have no smell of their own: water and salt. Salt has no smell, but makes the air sting, and so all of the other smells of the sea are layered upon the pang of salt. Water has no smell but instead a comfort. We feel moisture as life and so the smells of the ocean are layered upon the contentment of the water. Salt is treble and water is bass. I don’t know how I know this is true, but I know it is true. The sea smells like old wood and wet leaves. Like cold mud and warm stone. Like every creature who has ever lived in it, a churning graveyard and nursery. Like winds from the inland carrying the hot circulation of life and winds from the ocean carrying the distant froth of waves against ships and islands. Like gray, only more so. Like blue, only less so.”

— The Faceless Old Woman Who Secretly Lives In Your Home, Joseph Fink & Jeffrey Cranor

[poeticpicturism]

[dozydawn]

Dayle Haddon in Madame Claude (1977)

[yan-wo]

Giovannino dei Grassi and Belbello da Pavia, Visconti Book of Hours

[zegalba]

Hiroshi Senju: Waterfall (2009)

With incredible delicacy, Hiroshi pours translucent paint onto Japanese Mulberry paper creating the sensation of unrestrained movement.