(…) Everyone Just Pushes Ahead, And The Smell Of The Past Is Everywhere, The Thyme And Rosemary Rubbing

“I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.” -Claude Monet

Heaven-invading hills are drowned

In wide moving waves of mist,

Phlox before my door are wound

In dripping wreaths of amethyst.

-Sara Teasdale, White Fog

ANNE CARSON

‘The Glass Essay’ from Glass, Irony, and God (1994);

personal photos, original edit

“She was intelligent, and intelligent women mixed literature and poetry with love,”

— Anaïs Nin, from “Delta Of Venus,” originally published c. August 1977

You are healing.

You are growing.

You are evolving.

This is a quiet magic.

I felt once more how simple and frugal a thing is happiness: a glass of wine, a roast chestnut, a wretched little brazier, the sound of the sea. Nothing else.

Nikos Kazantzakis | Zorba the Greek (via herpaperweight)

pencere arkası çiçeği by kedici on Flickr.

untitled by WeliWaca Film Gallery on Flickr.

Some of my analog pictures I took in the park in June🌷

The Secret Garden (1993)