a thin, rusty little chirp

[unusual-suspects]

x

[liebesfraulein]

“Are not the mountains, waves, and skies, a part of me and of my soul, as I of them? Is not the love of these deep in my heart with a pure passion?”

— Lord Byron, from Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage; Canto III.  

[sheepyhollows]

[beautyisanillusion]

“Her walk counted. The fact that she was out there alone with her thoughts. Not much had happened. It wasn’t on her. She was kind of sad and kind of free.”

— Eileen Myles

[michaelnordeman]

Eurasian red squirrel/Sciurus vulgaris/ekorre. Värmland, Sweden (1 August 2026).

[brigantias-isles]

In August, young Swallows take their first flights from their nests, but soon alight on any convenient twig.❀

  by E.L.Grant Watson and C.F.Tunnicliffe

[halljavalge]

Source: giedre_barauskiene

ℍ𝐚𝓵ｌ נ𝐀 𝔳คĻǤẸ

[halljavalge]

Source: Maren Toom photo - leinapaju maakodus. Weeping willow in the country garden, Vana-Läänemaa, Estonia. July 2026.

ℍ𝐚𝓵ｌ נ𝐀 𝔳คĻǤẸ

[elizabethanism]

Literature takes a habit of mind that has disappeared. It requires silence, some form of isolation, and sustained concentration in the presence of an enigmatic thing.

~ Philip Roth

[rherlotshadow]

'On awakening he appeared to himself to have a distinct recollection of the whole, and taking his pen, ink, and paper, instantly and eagerly wrote down the lines that are here preserved. At this moment he was unfortunately called out by a person on business from Porlock...'

S T Coleridge

[metamorphesque]

Girl in a Tree, Harry Watson

[natgeofound]

A woman stands before limestone cliffs in the Gaspe Peninsula, Quebec, September 1934. Photograph by B. Anthony Stewart, National Geographic

[derangedrhythms]

Georg Trakl, Surrender to Night: Collected Poems of Georg Trakl: Poems; from 'Rosary Songs: Amen', tr. Will Stone

[derangedrhythms]

A ghost from the soul’s house? 

Theodore Roethke, Words for the Wind; from ‘Her Becoming’

[jadeseadragon]

Benjamin Chambers Brown (American,  1865 - 1942), Poppies, Antelope Valley, n.d., oil on canvas, 86.36 x 99.06 cm.

[thewoodbetween]

The Cloud - Prince Eugen of Sweden (1865 - 1947).

[derangedrhythms]

Now I hear crash and rending of boughs and the crack of antlers as if the beasts of the forest were all hunting, all rearing high and plunging down among the thorns. One has pierced me. One is driven deep within me.

Virginia Woolf, The Waves