paperrynne

Corynne. Midwest photographer. I have affinities for blues, greens and studying maps. I'm a firm believer that concerts, especially those accompanied by dancing with close friends, are good for the soul always. Seeking the beautiful + the sacred in all things. This is a place for creative inspiration. Sometimes, I post my work too. corynneolivia.co instagram.com/corynneolivia

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December 19th 1843: A Christmas Carol published

On this day in 1843, Charles Dickens’s A Christmas Carol first went on sale, published by Chapman & Hall. Dickens began writing the novella in September 1843, and finished it remarkably quickly, with the book ready for publication by December. A Christmas Carol centres around the cantankerous Ebenezer Scrooge, who is visited by the ghosts of his former business partner Jacob Marley and the Ghosts of Christmas Past, Present, and Yet to Come. These spectral visits reform Scrooge, convincing him to cease his cruelty towards his workers, and to embrace the spirit of Christmas. A Christmas Carol is indicative of general themes of Dickens’s work, namely his sincere sympathy for the poor and destitute. This Christmas story is a much-loved book, standing alongside Dickens’s other works like Bleak House, Oliver Twist, Great Expectations, and A Tale of Two Cities as some of the most celebrated pieces of British literature. A Christmas Carol has since become a quintessential Christmas story, and its message of kindness and compassion remains poignant.

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Flowers always make people better, happier, and more helpful; they are sunshine, food, and medicine to the soul

Luther Burbank

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“Another Walk in the Snow" 

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Ed van der Elsken - Paris, 1956

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It was the end of November, all the verdure of the garden had disappeared, the trees were nothing more than skeletons with their long bony arms, and the dead leaves sounded on the gravel under my feet.

Alexandre Dumas,  The Count of Monte Cristo  (via bookphile)

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