Bird Millman by Gerlach, c. 1910
anyone else have a freight train running through the middle of their head or is it just me and bruce springsteen
Designed by Lucy Christina Wallace and currently located at The Kyoto Costume Institute
Piping Girl. Oil on Canvas. 82.3 x 62.2 cm.
Flemish School. 17th century.
By God. Is that history major wearing earth tones
loved being like 12 years old and making an OC and saying “yeah they’re a hardened criminal. they’re deeply involved in crime. they’re in a gang” and then never elaborating on that because i didn’t know how crime worked. this is still my approach
Still-Life with Self-portrait, 1916 by Mark Gertler (English, 1891–1939)
Toward the End of August
by David Budbill
Toward the end of August I begin to dream about fall, how this place will empty of people, the air will get cold and leaves begin to turn. Everything will quiet down, everything will become a skeleton of its summer self. Toward
the end of August I get nostalgic for what’s to come, for that quiet time, time alone, peace and stillness, calm, all those things the summer doesn’t have. The woodshed is already full, the kindling’s in, the last of the garden soon
will be harvested, and then there will be nothing left to do but watch fall play itself out, the earth freeze, winter come.
Ernest Bieler (Swiss, 1863-1948)
Confidence à l'abri du bois 1898
“Sometimes in late summer I won’t touch anything, not the flowers, not the blackberries brimming in the thickets; I won’t drink from the pond; I won’t name the birds or the trees; I won’t whisper my own name. One morning the fox came down the hill, glittering and confident, and didn’t see me—and I thought: so this is the world. I’m not in it. It is beautiful.”
— Mary Oliver, October (excerpt)
i love you rain, i love you cold air, i love you sound of raindrops hitting the rooftops, i love you cloudy skies
Oakland Tribune, California, September 18, 1935