“I sat with my anger long enough until she told me her real name was grief.”
— C.S. Lewis (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

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“I sat with my anger long enough until she told me her real name was grief.”
— C.S. Lewis (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
“Yet there are secrets within secrets - always. ”
D.F. Wallace, The pale king.
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Vancouver, British Columbia | staysinspired
The stirring of Aspen leaves And the wind, heavy with the sweetness of October aster And the way it all falls to silence
// Part 13
I know this cold, as it knows me That clarion silence of winter, where all things must come to end
// Part 17
Night meeting - Ferdy Remijn
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Quiet Winter Woods, with Moon (a collaboration with my brother, the Pilot :))
© riverwindphotography, February 2021
Snow Blown #2 by Matt Anderson
A meandering creek leads in an S-shaped curve to a recently snow blown tree. The weather working in tandem with the twilight hour created a serene glow over the landscape.
Please look at the stars. | daisukephotography
Location: Mt. Fuji, Japan
sorry i tried to drink your blood i think you're cute
Vøringsfossen | watchluke
Scatter my wayward pieces across that cold, yawning winter sky // Part 6
The sky throbbed and pulsed with light. The glow sank quickly off the field; the earth and the hedges smoked dusk. As it grew dark, a ruddy glow came out on the hilltop, and out of the glare the diminished commotion of the fair.
-DH Lawrence, Sons and Lovers
A Murmuration of Snowflakes: © gif by riverwindphotography, February 2021
You and I by Phil~Koch
Gold inlaid kindjal dagger from the Caucasus, 19th century.
from Czerny’s International Auction House