Why are we reading, if not in hope of beauty laid bare, life heightened and its deepest mystery probed?
― Annie Dillard, The Writing Life (Harper & Row, 1989)
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Why are we reading, if not in hope of beauty laid bare, life heightened and its deepest mystery probed?
― Annie Dillard, The Writing Life (Harper & Row, 1989)
Love love love this stained glass pattern!
Fine Homebuilding - Great Houses: Small Houses, 1995
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I would have said, then, it was torture to love someone you couldn't save. But what did I know? How lucky it was - how lucky it always is - to love someone at all.
— Danusha Laméris, from "Haunts," The American Poetry Review (vol. 52, no. 3, May/June 2023)
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Incendies, Breno Rotatori
Raymond Depardon Rotterdam. Netherlands (2003)
Atlantic Brants. 6:00 am. 34º F. April 20, 2026. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT (@dkct25)
Erin Hanson, American, 1981
Coastal Vista, 2019
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Ghost Elephants (Werner Herzog, 2025)
Now that he was close to having his dream fulfilled, however, he was almost afraid. He could imagine the luxury of a long shower, but the prospect of the hotel room itself, the silence, the softness of things, made him wonder if he would not lie there through the night, sleepless, listening out for every sound.
— Colm Toibin, from "A Free Man" in "The News from Dublin: Stories" (Scribner. March 31, 2026)
I like the sense of one lighted room in the house while all the rest of the house, and the world outside, is in darkness. Just one lamp falling on my paper; it gives a concentration, an intimacy. What bad mediums letters are; you will read this in daylight, and everything will look different. I think I feel night as poignantly as you feel the separateness of human beings; one of those convictions which are so personal, so sharp, that they hurt. It seems to me that I only begin to live after the sun has gone down and the stars have come out.
— Vita Sackville-West, Letter to Virginia Woolf, 18 September 1925. Edited by Louise DeSalvo and Mitchell A. Leaska. (William Morrow & Co, 1984)
Is it foolish to speak of little joys that occur in the middle of tragedy? It is our humanity. Whatever we have left of it. We must not deny it to ourselves.
— Ilya Kaminsky, from "Still Dancing: An Interview With Ilya Kaminsky" by Garth Greenwell in Poetry Magazine, January 2018 (via Alive on All Channels)
Geese and Gulls @ Sunrise. 6:14 am to 6:31 am. 63º F. April 16, 2026. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT. (@dkct25)