Thirty Years and Several Bad Puns Later …

Let's just pretend I said something really witty here.

[requiem-on-water]

''Summer Faeries series'' by Kazuaki Koseki

[mollybeenoel]

[requiem-on-water]

Ph: Mauro Roberto Scalabroni

[thunderstruck9]

Maurice Wyckaert (Belgian , 1923-1996), Woman, flowers, etc., 1987. Oil on canvas, 140 x 160 cm.

maurice wyckaert, belgian art,

[apoemaday]

Entering the Kingdom

by Mary Oliver

The crows see me.   They stretch their glossy necks     In the tallest branches     Of green trees. I am     Possibly dangerous, I am     Entering the kingdom.

The dream of my life   Is to lie down by a slow river     And stare at the light in the trees–     To learn something by being nothing     A little while but the rich     Lens of attention.

But the crows puff their feathers and cry   Between me and the sun,     And I should go now.     They know me for what I am.     No dreamer,     No eater of leaves.

[alcrego]

[nevver]

Glimmering, Amy Friend

[alcrego]

Time

[dragonsareawesome123]

Screenplay written by Celine Song

Past Lives (2023) dir. Celine Song

[musicwordscolourslights]

It was a disaster so bad that a new word, Waldsterben, or “forest death,” was minted to describe the result. All the same species and age, the trees were flattened in storms, ravaged by insects and disease — even the survivors were spindly and weak. Forests were now so tidy and bare, they were all but dead. The first magnificent bounty had not been the beginning of endless riches, but a one-off harvesting of millennia of soil wealth built up by biodiversity and symbiosis. Complexity was the goose that laid golden eggs, and she had been slaughtered.

Maria Farrell & Robin Berlin, We Need To Rewild The Internet

[nevver]

Time to run out of time, William Schmiechen

[hyperions-fate]

Months have passed, each one filled with foreboding and silence. Now disasters are flowing together into a delta that has no name, and will only be given one by geographers, who will come later, much later. Nothing to do today but to try to walk on the bitter waters of this nameless delta.

John Berger, 'A Place Weeping' (2009)

[musicwordscolourslights]

Surely a program of incremental reforms, of cautious steps, is the wisest way to proceed?

[...] An abyss cannot be crossed in two steps.

- David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas

[late-night-finds]

félix bracquemond, the rainbow, colour lithographic print, 1893.

[late-night-finds]

félix bracquemond, the rainbow, detail, colour lithographic print, 1893.

stéphane mallarmé, transl. a. kline, from l'après–midi d'un faune [the afternoon of a faun], ll. 9–10 (abr.), 1876.

[thunderstruck9]

Farhad Khalilov (Azerbaijani, 1946), Untitled (from the cycle Memories), 1977-2006. Acrylic on canvas, 299.5 x 149.5 cm.

[nevver]

Constellations of summer, Alvin Ng

[nevver]

Train in vain, Naotaka Hirota

[nevver]

The endless summer, Todd Weaver (because)