Spring Green
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Spring Green
©2025 Carried Away Photography
Mika Hirasa “A bird tells Spring has come”
Painting of the northern lights, as observed from Finland, in 1901, by the Danish painter Harald Moltke (1871-1960)
saturday already. my one precious life.
Snoopy of the Day
“Spring is coming to the kitchen”, 46 x 57 cm, textile art
See details HERE
me two minutes after screaming crying and cursing the very fabric of existence: i love how beautiful the world is does anyone else realize that we live in a beautiful land full of wonders and joy..?
Tomona Matsukawa - Tonight, was I really with someone?, 2025 - Oil on canvas
Vintage pierrot clown lamp.. so cool
Everything I feel returns to you somehow
A Treasured Treasury of Beloved Characters (2024).
Wool felt, cotton lawn, strawboard, embroidery & poly cotton thread, recycled PET stuffing, armature wire, plastic eyes.
Here is a collection of characters I met when I was small, all of whom have stayed with me every day since. They are housed, stitched and squished in this felt book, akin to their arrangement in my brain.
Posters available here.
a toast by Ilya Kaminsky
Spaceship
Soon I will have to begin. All around me moons have lit up. Have burned. I am receiving a different light, perhaps from inside, like a dim streetlamp in a city park I once heard of. And I try to imagine: a city. How was a city possible, for example? What were the prerequisites for a tree? For the growth of a bench? For a child? Now to take off. There is no time left. I am preparing myself to hover over the face of the non-abyss into my body and onward
Dan Pagis, tr. Stephen Mitchell, A Lesson in Observation, Variable Directions: The Selected Poetry of Dan Pagis (North Point Press, 1989)
Late Night Snow - Jeremy Miranda , 2024.
American , b. 1980 -
Acrylic on board , 10 x 12 in.