Mountain hare/Lepus timidus/skogshare. Värmland, Sweden (9 July 2021).
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Mountain hare/Lepus timidus/skogshare. Värmland, Sweden (9 July 2021).
Pearly Heath/Coenonympha arcania/pärlgräsfjäril, and Rose Chafer/Cetonia aurata/gräsgrön guldbagge. Värmland, Sweden (24 June 2023).
A Red Fox/rödräv in the garden on a rainy June morning. Värmland, Sweden (23 June 2025).
Eurasian Red Squirrel/ekorre. Värmland, Sweden (22 June 2018).
Georg Wilson (British, 1998) - Strange Pastoral (2025)
Georg Wilson (British, 1998), Strange Pastoral, 2025. Oil on panel, 60 x 50 cm.
Tree Bumblebee aka New Garden Bumblebee/Bombus hypnorum/hushumla. Värmland, Sweden (14 June 2014).
“And then, one fairy night, May became June.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald (via pagewoman)
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Blackberries - Karin Kneffel, 1994.
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Watercolor on ivory-colored handmade laid paper, 77.5 x 58 cm.
Mikiko Noji
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'The Wanderer ' by Alain - Fournier Illustrated by Edward Gorey, 1928.
Lajos Lengyel (1904-1978)
Untitled 1936
The Holy Longing
Tell a wise person, or else keep silent, because the mass man will mock it right away. I praise what is truly alive, what longs to be burned to death.
In the calm water of the love-nights, where you were begotten, where you have begotten, a strange feeling comes over you, when you see the silent candle burning.
Now you are no longer caught in the obsession with darkness, and a desire for higher love-making sweeps you upward.
Distance does not make you falter. Now, arriving in magic, flying, and finally, insane for the light, you are the butterfly and you are gone. And so long as you haven't experienced this: to die and so to grow, you are only a troubled guest on the dark earth.
— Johann W. Von Goethe, translated by Robert Bly
Värmland, Sweden (December 10, 2022).