Posts tagged landscape

Martina Boone:

Everything is mediated through the mind, translated, filtered, allegorized, twisted, even falsified by it. We are … enveloped in a cloud of changing and endlessly shifting images.

~ C.G. Jung

observando:

Bird cloud

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6writing, writers, photos, landscape, clouds,

Down the long and silent street,
The dawn, with silver-sandaled feet,
Crept like a frightened girl.

~ Oscar Wilde

(via bijouxnoir)

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Martina Boone: Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air. 
― Ralph Waldo Emerson
guardian:

Photograph: Daniel Start/wildswimming.com
Pont du Diable, near Thuyets - just one of the places to go wild swimming in France
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Martina Boone: Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air. 

― Ralph Waldo Emerson

guardian:

Photograph: Daniel Start/wildswimming.com

Pont du Diable, near Thuyets - just one of the places to go wild swimming in France

Source: Guardian

6quotes, literature, fiction, photography, landscape, love,

Martina Boone

If you are literally jumping for joy, for instance, it means you are leaping in the air because you are very happy. If you are figuratively jumping for joy, it means you are so happy that you could jump for joy, but are saving your energy for other matters.

~ Lemony Snicket

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6photography, fun, landscape, young adult, fiction, literature, books,

Martina Boone

what man calls civilization
always results in deserts
~ Don Marquis, Archy Does His Part

(via wildstylemagazinelugares)

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I do believe in an everyday sort of magic — the inexplicable connectedness we sometimes experience with places, people, works of art and the like; the eerie appropriateness of moments of synchronicity; the whispered voice, the hidden presence, when we think we’re alone.

~ Charles de Lint

6quotes, writing, writers, fantasy, magic, photography, landscape,

Writing simply means no dependent clauses, no dangling things, no flashbacks, and keeping the subject near the predicate. We throw in as many fresh words we can get away with. Simple, short sentences don’t always work. You have to do tricks with pacing, alternate long sentences with short, to keep it vital and alive…. Virtually every page is a cliffhanger—you’ve got to force them to turn it.

~ Dr. Seuss

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The streets of Prague were a fantasia scarcely touched by the twenty-first century—or the twentieth or nineteenth, for that matter. It was a city of alchemists and dreamers, its medieval cobbles once trod by golems, mystics, invading armies. Tall houses glowed goldenrod and carmine and eggshell blue, embellished with Rococo plasterwork and capped in roofs of uniform red. Baroque cupolas were the soft green of antique copper, and Gothic steeples stood ready to impale fallen angels. The wind carried the memory of magic, revolution, violins, and the cobbled lanes meandered like creeks. Thugs wore Motzart wigs and pushed chamber music on street corners, and marionettes hung in windows, making the whole city seem like a theater with unseen puppeteers crouched behind velvet.
~ Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke and Bone
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The streets of Prague were a fantasia scarcely touched by the twenty-first century—or the twentieth or nineteenth, for that matter. It was a city of alchemists and dreamers, its medieval cobbles once trod by golems, mystics, invading armies. Tall houses glowed goldenrod and carmine and eggshell blue, embellished with Rococo plasterwork and capped in roofs of uniform red. Baroque cupolas were the soft green of antique copper, and Gothic steeples stood ready to impale fallen angels. The wind carried the memory of magic, revolution, violins, and the cobbled lanes meandered like creeks. Thugs wore Motzart wigs and pushed chamber music on street corners, and marionettes hung in windows, making the whole city seem like a theater with unseen puppeteers crouched behind velvet.

~ Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke and Bone

(via coffee-tea-and-sympathy)

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I see you in the light of the water, in the swaying of the young trees in the spring wind. I see you in the shadows of the great oaks, I hear your voice in the cry of the owl at night. You are the blood in my veins, and the beating of my heart. You are my first waking thought, and my last sigh before sleeping. You are - you are bone of my bone, and breath of my breath.

~ Juliet Marillier, Daughter of the Forest

6fiction, landscape, literature, nature, photography, quotations, trees,

Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.

~ C. S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe

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They told of dripping stone walls in uninhabited castles and of ivy-clad monastery ruins by moonlight, of locked inner rooms and secret dungeons, dank charnel houses and overgrown graveyards, of footsteps creaking upon staircases and fingers tapping at casements, of howlings and shriekings, groanings and scuttlings and the clanking of chains, of hooded monks and headless horseman, swirling mists and sudden winds, insubstantial specters and sheeted creatures, vampires and bloodhounds, bats and rats and spiders, of men found at dawn and women turned white-haired and raving lunatic, and of vanished corpses and curses upon heirs.

~ Susan Hill

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The sky darkens from ultramarine to indigo. God bless the namers of oil paints and high-class women’s underwear, Snowman thinks. Rose-Petal Pink, Crimson Lake, Sheer Mist, Burnt Umber, Ripe Plum, Indigo, Ultramarine – they’re fantasies in themselves, such words and phrases. It’s comforting to remember that Homo sapiens sapiens was once so ingenious with language, and not only with language. Ingenious in every direction at once.

~ Margaret Atwood

Photo: Solune Project

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neiture:

Wetlands Sunset | image by Steve took it

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