the forest again

Why had he never appreciated what a miracle he was, brain and nerve and bounding heart?

[stephaniedolen]

textures / marion bay, tasmania

[makkleyn]

“Life is confusing, like one day you’re the happiest person alive and tomorrow you hate everyone and everything for no logical reason”

[headlikealamb]

landslips of skye

[photowilliams]

Moorland Meanderings

North Pennines. UK.

[old-hopes-and-boots]

[90377]

Petit-déjeuner complet by Marc Andreu

[aubreyblythe]

Rebecca Louise Law | The Flower Garden Display’d | London 2014

[90377]

St Mary, East Somerton by chiron3636

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

The ship is already far from here, like a ghost ship. / The core of the sermon is always distance, landscape / waiting to be considered, maybe loved a little / eventually. And I do, I do.

John Ashbery, from “Nobody is Going Anywhere,” Your Name Here: Poems (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2000)

[ioannisdg]

Athens - Greece

[floralls]

by hannahargyle

[burtoo]

places I imagine I lived

[draumkenndur-deactivated2025042]

middle of the baltic sea, 2018

[20aliens-deactivated20200625]

Simon Deadman

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

My silting hope. My lowlands of the mind.

Seamus Heaney, from “Fosterling,” Opened Ground: Selected Poems, 1966-1996 (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 1998)

[1010ll]

https://www.instagram.com/p/BpxcjZFAmH0/

[389]

La Niña Effect | Irenaeus Herok