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Elderly garden enthusiasts in raingear take notes in an iris garden in Concord, Massachusetts, 1959. Photograph by M. Williams Woodbridge, National Geographic Creative
Sandro Botticelli, Mary With the Child and Singing Angels (detail), 1477
Vita Sackville-West’s desk, Sissinghurst Castle, England.
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Woman With Cigarette (1932) | photo by Wynn Richards (Martha ‘Matsy’ Wynn Richards, US, 1888 – 1960)
Jean Arthur, 1923. Photo by Nickolas Muray
Loomis Dean, Tightrope Walker, 1952
Gertrude Käsebier, The Sketch [Beatrice Baxter], 1903. Platinum print.
One of my favorite places to go backpacking is the Goat Rocks Wilderness in Washington. The alpine meadows of the Goat Rocks boast some of the most impressive wildflower displays that I’ve seen anywhere. Lupine, paintbrush, valerian, bistort and aster all compete for attention in the foreground with the slopes of Old Snowy Mountain serving as a backdrop.
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Indeed, it is when we tell our truths slant, revel in musicality and indirection, and pause to explore mere flashes of memory, feeling, and comprehension that we can write our most incandescent selves.
Susannah B. Mintz, from “Creative Non-What? On the Poetry of Prose,” The Writer’s Chronicle (vol. 48, no. 5, March/April 2016)
A British soldier shaking hands with a kitten in the snow, 1917. Location unknown.
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