summer’s end, by john prine
sometimes you just need a place to put a thing. or two things, because it’s very difficult to choose between this video, and the way it sounds live in his npr tiny desk concert
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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summer’s end, by john prine
sometimes you just need a place to put a thing. or two things, because it’s very difficult to choose between this video, and the way it sounds live in his npr tiny desk concert
Helen Frankenthaler, Blue Atmosphere, 1963.
Mark Rothko, green over blue, 1956
Snow over Central Park | 12.9.17
Tomio Seike , Brighton Overlooks
so many good leaves
neighborhood walks
unfurling
eclipse day. tree leaves as camera obscura.
this guy just continually manages to transmute the deepest of feelings into the very best of music. it’s a little different with every song that he creates, and a little different with each repeated listen to a single song. he’s working on some new things at the moment, and it is difficult to be patient from one song to the next.
The most important thing we learn at school is the fact that the most important things can’t be learned at school.
Haruki Murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running (via wordsnquotes)
Frederic Edwin Church Moonlight, Church’s Farm, Ca 1865, Brush and oil on heavy cardboard.
i am always about the moon, but with the red-orange it’s been lately due to wildfire smoke, it has been difficult to pay attention to anything else when it’s out
a bug from this day; a bug from this night
Charles Zoller, Autochrome Flowers, 1920′s
one year ago today, i was flying home from new orleans after visiting so many beautiful places and spending time with quite a few wonderful people all along the eastern united states.
one year ago today, a lot was different. i certainly would not have predicted the year that has passed, which seems like a decent reminder to stop trying to predict the year to come.
also it’s kind of just pretty strange to think about. i took a lot of photos on that trip, most of which have not been (and more than likely will never be) seen by anyone else. i have hardly even looked at them myself.
but, here’s a photo from a plane to add to your life’s viewings of plane photos. it says mostly nothing about that trip, but i enjoyed the clouds and the colors.
James Abbott McNeill Whistler, Off the Dutch Coast
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i am not quite sure what it is about this guy, but his compositions always get me. it seems to be an effect where the imagery is there -- i see roughly what he is depicting -- but still more a mood or feeling comes across than any firmly defined scene. there is such excellent space to fill in or imagine the surrounding details, both in senses and in circumstance, while appreciating the beauty of a scene and mood that has already been set.
Go out for a walk. It doesn’t have to be a romantic walk in the park… It doesn’t have to be a walk during which you’ll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter. Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself… That doesn’t make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be.
Albert Camus (via wordsnquotes)