'What finance really is, is playing around with other peoples' debts.'

This world is such a little place. Just the red in the sky before the sun rises. So let us keep fast hold of hands, that when the birds begin, none of us be missing. ~ Emily Dickinson

Vintage Cartier 🩵💎🤍

A Celanian night: the world is gone, I have to carry you.

A small film of spring flowers from my garden because we recover from stress 60% more quickly when we look at plants & if we find them beautiful our brains release dopamine, lifting mood. Pause for a few moments to help your synaptic soup 🌿🧠:

In the dark times Will there also be singing? Yes, there will also be singing About the dark times. —Bertolt Brecht Masao Yamamoto

Titmouse after the snow 🪶

“You never know what worse luck your bad luck has saved you from.” – Cormac McCarthy, from No Country For Old Men, 2005. [via @peterjosyph.bsky.social]

'An Islington View,' by Melissa Scott-Miller, UK painter known for her London streetscapes #UnlockingWomensArt

“In reality we know nothing, for truth is in the depths.” — Democritus, Fragments, B117

Vouliagmeni Attica January Sunset 🧡💛🧡💛

“A bit of light still filters through the words.” (Blanchot, L’attente L’oubli)

‘Human beings need stories.’ —Paul Auster 'We tell ourselves stories in order to live.' —Joan Didion ‘To survive, you must tell stories.’ —Umberto Eco

Grey ☁️☁️☁️☁️⛅️

GM from NYC

Grey ☁️☁️☁️☁️⛅️

Boy and Moon ~ Edward Hopper (1906)

Edvard Munch, Night in Saint Cloud, 1890 www.edvardmunch.org/night-in-sai...

Roland Barthes on real stupidity:

Friday morning . Syros 🩵🦆🤍🦆💙

Beautiful Madonna & Child by Elisabetta Sirani of Bologna, whose day is today.

To learn which questions are unanswerable, and not to answer them: this skill is most needful in times of stress and darkness.

Cole Swenson

frost upon the gate— your hand warms mine in silence, dawn drifts through our breath ~Aiko

A reminder from April of last year that ranunculus will soon be here. The winter still isn’t that long.

Friday morning . Syros 🩵🦆🤍🦆💙

Low winter sun over Whinlatter.

Leonardo da Vinci, Studies of flowers, 1481- 1483

Timoleon Marie Lobrichon (1831–1914) - Toy Shop Window

A photo a week of Spring in our woodland until everything wakes up again #10

Today marks the beginning of "Lesser Cold" #小寒 in the lunisolar #microseason for the chilliest period of the year (小寒大寒，滴水成冰). More precisely, we are in Lesser Cold's first pentad, "When Wild Geese Fly Northward" #雁北鄉. [Detail from 芦雁図 Reeds and Geese, 鉄舟徳済 Tesshū Tokusai, 1343 @metmuseum.org]

Who gives a fuck? I’m not prophetic. I was just an ugly, poor filmmaker. I still am. I don’t have power. I don’t have anything… just a fucking camera. Béla Tarr 1955-2026

“They will fear her,” Tenar whispered.

Love this from Guillermo del Toro

"The snow is melting and the village is flooded with children" ― Issa Kobayashi (tr. Robert Hass) (image: Kiyonaga Torii)

rose, o pure contradiction, desire to be no one's sleep beneath so many lids. ~Rainer Maria Rilke

Her despair grew so great that it burst her breast open and like a bird of fire shattered the stone and broke out into the light of day--the light of day, faint in her windowless room.

The whole time I was hoping my silence would fit yours and exclamation marks would gently float across time and space so that boundaries would be crossed. ~Anna Akhmatova Laura Makabresku

Caspar David Friedrich Chalk Cliffs on Rügen (1818) Happy new year! 🍾Here's to what comes ahead

Jef Bourgeau, Another Day 2026

a sense of loneliness like an autumn evening on New Year's Day Basho

‘This old world is a new world It’s a new dawn It’s a new day’ Some Nina Simone for this New Year

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. —Tennyson (excerpts) Anselm Kiefer | For Robert Fludd

Happy ⭐️ New ✨ Year 👼 my favourite ornaments 🪽

Blue hour

A New Year's Toast from Patricia Highsmith (and me) 🥂🥂

He could not force himself to understand how banks functioned and so forth, because all the operations of capitalism were as meaningless to him as the rites of a primitive religion, as barbaric, as elaborate, and as unnecessary.