flying low

books_coffee_fungi_whimsy Believing impossible things before breakfast, reading detective stories, and enjoying the small things.

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John Cunningham (Scotland 1926-1998) Sanna Bay, Ardnamurchan (n.d.) oil on canvas

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requiem for vanished birdsong

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1999 The Sun The Moon and Stars

Greg Mort

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coffee paintings ☕️

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Finished strong poison and I really can’t just jump to the next one because I’m still so besotted with lord peter in love. Has a man ever been such a fucking disaster trainwreck. Handles the situation with the grace of a goose falling down some stairs & the best part is that while harriet is clearly bruised from her immensely awful ordeal she’s also clearly fascinated by whatever the fuck he has going on. What the fuck DOES he have going on. bunter calls him on it in .5 seconds because he’s been out at all hours trying to track down leads to prove harriet didn’t do it even though ALL AVAILABLE EVIDENCE SAYS SHE DID and he’s like (entirely serious) “how did bunter know i’m in love. i don’t think it’s super noticeable”

[seiitchi]

[pascalcampion]

Cooler Weather

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Before sunrise

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[ohjessmarie]

morning coffee ☕️🌞🐤

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[oldolonde]

Despair, or folly?' said Gandalf. 'It is not despair, for despair is only for those who see the end beyond all doubt. We do not. It is wisdom to recognize necessity, when all other courses have been weighed, though as folly it may appear to those who cling to false hope. Well, let folly be our cloak, a veil before the eyes of the Enemy! For he is very wise, and weighs all things to a nicety in the scales of his malice. But the only measure that he knows is desire, desire for power; and so he judges all hearts. Into his heart the thought will not enter that any will refuse it, that having the Ring we may seek to destroy it. If we seek this, we shall put him out of reckoning.' '

At least for a while,' said Elrond. 'The road must be trod, but it will be very hard. And neither strenght nor wisdom will carry us far upon it. This quest may be attempted by the weak with as much hope as the strong. Yet such is oft the course of deeds that move the wheels of the world: small hands do them because they must, while the eyes of the great are elsewhere.

The Fellowship of the Ring, JRR Tolkien