the Sunshine Laws;

"when i look up to where the sky should be... i see you."

[dpcphotography]

Winter in Iceland

[erowid]

Japanese star map. Tenmon Bun’ya no zu he  (1677)

[rullinirubati-deactivated202203]

Tatan Delgado "Orion"

[reallyreallyreallytrying]

There should be a guy.

[s4dpngs]

[tofublock]

will you watch the stars with me?

[thevision9999]

[s4dpngs]

[derangedrhythms]

Margaret Atwood, The Door; from 'Owl and Pussycat, Some Years Later'

[winged-fool]

Murder at the Bingo Hall - Amigo the Devil

He might've been calling the numbers, but I was calling the shots

After four in a row I jumped up and yelled

"Someone should call the cops, I'm killin' it"

[jardindefruits]

“I draw sky charts by hand to find you. I look for you in every darkness.”

— Julia Koets, “Eros as asteroid,” via Verse Daily  (via facinaoris)

[polkadotmotmot]

Julie Himel - It Was Written in the Sky, 2021

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

Kissing God Goodbye: Poems 1991-1997; ‘Intifada Incantation: Poem #8 For b.b.L’ by June Jordan

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

The Pocket Mirror; ‘Summer’ by Janet Frame

[naturcs]

by jukkarisikko

[luhvers]

Photo by Júnior Guimarães on Flickr.

[evilbuildingsblog]

A frozen lighthouse on Lake Michigan

[exhaled-spirals]

« The elk that you glimpse in the summer, those at the forest edge, are survivors of winter, only the strongest. You see one just before dusk that summer, standing at the perimeter of the meadow so it can step back to the forest and vanish. You can’t help imagining the still, frozen nights behind it, so cold that the slightest motion is monumental. I have found their bodies, half drifted over in snow, no sign of animal attack or injury. Just toppled over one night with ice working into their lungs. You wouldn’t want to stand outside for more than a few minutes in that kind of weather. If you lived through only one of those winters the way this elk has, you would write books about it. You would become a shaman. You would be forever changed. That elk from the winter stands there on the summer evening, watching from beside the forest. It keeps its story to itself. »

— Craig Childs, The Animal Dialogues: Uncommon Encounters in the Wild