Jacques Prévert & Pablo Picasso by Boris Lipnitzki, 1951 "Picasso's Promenade" allpoetry.com/Picasso's-Pr... What an idea to paint an apple says Picasso and Picasso eats the apple and the apple tells him Thanks and Picasso breaks the plate and goes off smiling

Sarah Choate Sears' portrait of her daughter Helen, along with John Singer Sargent's painting, both from 1895. Sargent wrote this to her: "How can an unfortunate painter hope to rival a photograph by a mother? Absolute truth combined with absolute feeling."

Morning rays... Spain ©️ Ruben Ramos

Luminous angel babby from my collection, ca. 1960s.

The bird photos will continue until morale improves

Fred Wah

Tina Darragh

Ted Kooser’s “Starlight”

Ariana Reines (@graywolfpress.bsky.social)

All I can do is turn a phrase until it catches the light. Clive James, Hélène Béland, 'Light catcher' youtu.be/s9hDCFVg0dY?...

Last night I dreamed you came over and stayed... Kim Addonizio youtu.be/1LxKq1N5UeE?...

ele perguntou-me em que medida é que isso te marcou? eu perguntei-lhe: como se mede uma raiz? André Tecedeiro Arte: Cy Twombly : já se ouve o marulhar... ❤️ #25deabrilsempre #fascismonuncamais youtu.be/H1KSqaEvTQk?...

life is not like water. things in life don't necessarily flow over the shortest possible route. - haruki murakami

"We all live inside the terrible engine of authority, and it grinds and shrieks and burns so that no one will say: lines on maps are silly." Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making

Yes Babs yes. Rock-a-bye baby. Tura-lura-lura. Yes Babs yes. Something was bound to happen, in any case, there’s no living with those people without something happening. Sh, baby, sh. Cortazar / Hopscotch (35)

. . . the Beat Generation was a new flock of early Christians gathered prematurely before the bomb, an open-air asylum for the gentle and the mad . . . Norman Mailer Cannibals and Christians

“A breeze like the turning of a page Brings back your face: the moment Takes such a big bite out of the haze Of pleasant intuition it comes after.” ——John Ashbery, Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror

To learn that we have said or done a foolish thing that is nothing: we must learn that we are nothing but fools, a far broader and more important lesson. #Montaigne25 #Essays

katia chausheva dusk light

With red ink and manifest complacency, Morelli had copied in one of his notebooks the ending of a poem by Ferlinghetti : Yet I have slept with beauty in my own weird way [ . . . ] Cortazar / Hopscotch (121)

Along the way

‘Hope, that lush Palmyra,’ a completely absurd phrase, a sonorous rumbling of the bowels, while the kibbutz of desire is not absurd at all, it’s a way of summing up closed in tight this wandering around from promenade to promenade. Cortazar / Hopscotch (36)

But sometimes they would turn sad and vaguely understand that once again they had been having fun as a last resort against the melancholy of Buenos Aires and a life that didn’t have too much . . . (Traveler and Talita) Cortazar / Hopscotch (37)

Couldn't sleep, so went out early hoping for something for #Stunday. #kittyhawkpier #obx #sunrise

"I decided it is better to scream. Silence is the real crime against humanity." Nadezhda Mandelstam, Hope Against Hope

In a forest painted by dreams, she waits, wrapped in sunlight and whispers. 📸©️ by samantha_vandooren #Owlbeauty

I'd just started a hike through a local Portland area park yesterday, when I looked up to find this Great Horned Owl posing on a mossy branch. #bird #birdphotography #greathornedowl #owl #superbowl

- what we fail to notice -

So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing. T.S. Eliot Photo by Olga Deikou youtu.be/tP97_AQCldk?...

Stone cast into water, the soul sends out ever-widening ripples. How deep that water is, how dark! How much I want to reach the soul buried eternally inside and tell it: Enter into me! ~Marina Tsvetaeva

Don't hide your light from the world. Let it shine in the darkness like a beacon, drawing the forgotten folk and exhausted dreamers towards your warmly menacing glow.

Soren Kierkegaard, Either/Or: A Fragment of Life “What is a poet? An unhappy man who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so formed that when the sigh and cry pass through them, it sounds like lovely music.... And people flock around the poet and say: 'Sing again soon'...” .

Gerhard Rasser, Silence (c. 2021)

Goodnight. 'I came to a point where I needed solitude and just stop the machine of thinking and enjoying what they call living, I just wanted to lie in the grass and look at the clouds.' Jack Kerouac, Lonesome Traveler

It’s a good day to be a Michigan Ave tulip 🌷

Fearless authenticity radiates so much beauty.

Beautiful evening at a Vinyard last summer🍇✨

Nils Kreuger October Evening at Apelvik, Sweden, 1894

Marc Quinn ~ 1964 - Blue Planet - 2012 Digital print with silkscreen glaze.

The sky is everywhere, even in the dark beneath your skin. ~Wislawa Szymborska

Also for #stunday. I love the Roman ruins in Mérida, Spain, including the Teatro Romano (1999). Built in 15 BCE and still impressive today! #PhotographersOfBlueSky #photography #Spain #ruins #AncientBlueSky #travelphotography #RomanRuins

August Macke ~ 1887 - 1914 The Red Path - 1914 Oil on board.

Barred Owl. Vancouver Island, BC. Early Early May 2022. #spring #nature #trees #wildlife #travel #biking #photography