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The Summer
Jan van Essen (Flemish, 1864 - 1936) - Sleeping Cat
three 1983 Chinese stamps from a series on Chinese stringed instruments
I have so much love and respect for women who are honest about their own loneliness but also find the good in it like when audrey hepburn said “I have to be alone very often. I’d be quite happy if I spent from Saturday night until Monday morning alone in my apartment. That’s how I refuel” and when charlotte bronte said “I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself” and when jenny slate said “I think I’ve come to terms with the fact that there will always be a ribbon of loneliness running through who I am. But that’s why I want to do comedy, and why I want to connect with people. You can use that ribbon to be a part of a finer tapestry, or you can choke yourself out with it! Your choice!” and when mary oliver said “whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh & exciting - over & over announcing your place in the family of things”
David Hockney Rain, from The Weather Series (NGA/Gemini 23.4), 1973 Color lithograph and screenprint on Arches watermarked paper; signed 'David Hockney 73' in green pencil along the lower edge
RIP David Hockney
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Elena Wuest - An Afternoon Tea II, 2026 - Oil on canvas
doubloons!
playing with linocuts
سبحان الله !
How beautiful!
Love magnolias!
Britain in Pictures series
The books were designed to boost morale but perhaps also record the British way of life in case the Germans completed their European campaign by successfully crossing the English Channel. The books were slim volumes with distinctive elegant covers, but it was the star-studded array of authors that made the series really special.
George Orwell wrote about the British people, Cecil Beaton wrote about English photography, the great poet and printer Francis Meynell wrote about English books, John Betjeman (who penned the immortal line” Come, friendly bombs, and fall on Slough” in 1937) wrote about cities and towns, Graham Greene wrote about dramatists, the doyen of sports journalists Neville Cardus wrote about cricket and Edith Sitwell wrote about women. Some of the authors have faded in obscurity but they were all experts in their field during those dark days of World War II.
A wide variety of subjects were covered from battlefields to boxing, clocks to mountaineering, butterflies to farm animals, and from waterways and canals to maps and map-makers. In all, there were were 132 titles. The books also covered the Commonwealth – John Buchan’s wife, Lady Tweedsmuir wrote about Canada while Ngaio Marsh and R M Burdon wrote about New Zealand.
Town of Tashkent in Uzbekistan, 2000. ph. Bruno Barbey
"Is the spring coming?" he said. "What is it like?" "It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine and things pushing up and working under the earth."
Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden
Yeșil Mosque in Turkey
“Mythos, in Greek,” said Borges, “is not a story that is false. It is a story that is more than true. Myth is a tear in the fabric of reality, and immense energies pour through these holy fissures. Our stories, our poems, are rips in this fabric as well, however slight.”
Jorge Luis Borges, quoted by Jay Parini in Borges and Me
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