The sailor cannot see the North but knows the needle can.
Full time carer for someone with LongCovid. Cancer survivor. Mostly photographs and thoughts connected to my immediate landscape in the ever decreasing circles of my life.
This week's post explores the perfect marriage between writer and illustrator: HE Bates and the wood engraver Agnes Miller Parker, and how some books follow us through life. open.substack.com/pub/stillske...
Laine Thompson
… having a berry good time.
Little blackbird on a visit…
Post walk. Washing on the line. (Rain forecast again.) Breakfast. I sit in this house, in this room, in this seat with tranquil thoughts, warmed by coffee and my dog at my feet.
… picking holly berries.
Good morning 🌅
3am alarm call.
The air is cool, crisp, clear. This morning’s clouds are delicate, wispy with a silky sheen, like the tufts of white hair that peek through my darker strands. They haven’t quite declared that no blues are allowed.
Deborah Vass
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The Blue Hour – a stunning illustrated celebration of nature's rarest color www.themarginalian.org/2021/01/14/t...
Maria Popova
“The day ends. The night falls. And in between… there is the blue hour.”
