#dreaminginthedeepsouth

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

[from my flickr files :: "Elizabeth sleeping on Goose Rock"

I love this photo, it's like a fairy tale. This is Goose Lake , in Ontario, Canada. It is from around 1910. "Elizabeth" is a cousin of my grandfather - a child. Who is sitting and looking out to sea? Which Elizabeth dreams..?

[Elizabeth is also my name]

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"Maybe tomorrow will be the day everyone wakes up to write a poem. Or maybe just you and me, fallen asleep on duty, fallen asleep to duty forever. No one knows what will happen, but you and I at least, while the music of the murmur invents us, will have no part in anyone’s war, we will waste nothing, a signal going through us, like an inkling of god or a hunger for strawberries or the indisputable fact of love."

- Dean Young, from The Art of Recklessness: Poetry as Assertive Force and Contradiction

#dreaminginthedeepsouth #dreams #dreaming #poem #poetry #words and writing #my favorites #Dean young #The Art of Recklessness #flick #my flickr files #C.C.Ben's 1910s

[polymorphousculturevulture]

Silk fukusa (gift cover) embroidered with a flight of cranes, Japan (c. 1800-50, Edo period)

source: dreaminginthedeepsouth

[byneddiedingo]

 dreaminginthedeepsouth

Entrance to Kasbah Henri Matisse 1912

#henri matisse

[trashland-llamas]

Buds & Bulbs [webweave]

Webweave made for the @mcytrecursive exchange around the fic Flowers for the Blood God - de_hautdesert on AO3

Sources;

Late Night Talking - Harry Styles

"A Friend in Need" - Cassius Marcellus Coolidge

Carl Jung Quote, posted on tumblr by user dreaminginthedeepsouth

Make a Daisy Chain or Flower Crown!

Reddit u/PublicSealedClass on r/mildlyinteresting

Valentin Casarsa - Getty Images

The Night Circus - Erin Morgenstern (Pg. 120)

Digging - Seamus Heaney

Minecraft cave from reddit u/[deleted] on r/minecraft

Essential Guide To Feather Quill Pens | Tutorial & Brief History

#mcyt #dsmp #dsmp syndicate #niki nihachu #technoblade #ranboo #philza #not a ship #mcyt recursive exchange #webweave #dsmp webweave #mcyt webweave

[i-will-talk-fish]

“We want to love, and someone must forgive us for the paths we take to love, for the paths are many and dark, and we are ardent and cruel in our journey.”

— Leonard Cohen

dreaminginthedeepsouth

[daughterearth]

Thank you, @shvzl-pdf darling for tagging me! Can I just say that your blog is an absolute aesthetic! I wish i was as good as you! :)

rules: tag 10 people you'd like to get to know better!

fav color: white. black. brown. I’m basic.

currently reading: my textbooks (exam countdown), a lil bit of Ask Polly blog posts to flights by Olga T. (how is cleopatra & frankenstein btw?)

last song: moya (godspeed you! black emperor)  i’m literally reading to a dystopian soundtrack because that is what my life is rn.

last series: Oh, I’m watching Love like the galaxy - a cdrama which is a slow burn.

last movie: Hmmmmm, can’t remember...

spicy savory or sweet: both.

currently working on: making it out alive from exams. :)

I want to tag so many darlings, so i’m going to do just that - please no pressure. I had so much fun doing so- @rosy-cocoa @lavender1ove @aristobun @rockerfemme @calamoon @radhyena @holding-on-autumn on to autumn @nfrtjytj @vermillionvexation @dreaminginthedeepsouth @godmustbefemale @deirdre-ziare @boringtemp @comehomemonalisa @minsulies @lemonlovemeanslove @lindaloverliver @parparakay @pentakosia @freshlens4 @alwaysawomantome @moonoftheuniverse

#tag #anybody who wants to do it #please do! #i would love reading it

[onemoretime]

“I have been feeling very clearheaded lately and what I want to write about today is the sea. It contains so many colors. Silver at dawn, green at noon, dark blue in the evening. Sometimes it looks almost red. Or it will turn the color of old coins. Right now the shadows of clouds are dragging across it, and patches of sunlight are touching down everywhere. White strings of gulls drag over it like beads. It is my favorite thing, I think, that I have ever seen. Sometimes I catch myself staring at it and forget my duties. It seems big enough to contain everything anyone could ever feel.”

― Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See

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[stoweboyd]

I posted 604 times in 2022

That's 58 more posts than 2021!

328 posts created (54%)

276 posts reblogged (46%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@saywhat-politics

@probablyasocialecologist

@dreaminginthedeepsouth

@liberalsarecool

I tagged 595 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#quotations - 107 posts

#maps - 62 posts

#photos - 55 posts

#twitter - 45 posts

#wotd - 38 posts

#movies - 22 posts

#like - 20 posts

#paintings - 18 posts

#poetry - 18 posts

#ukraine - 17 posts

Longest Tag: 53 characters

#american senatorial system is stupid and undemocratic

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Paulo Nunes Dos Santos

161 notes - Posted March 12, 2022

#4

via Dan Podjed

221 notes - Posted January 31, 2022

#3

Andrew Wyeth painted “Airborne” on Benner Island in 1996. In the background is the home that Betsy Wyeth designed after a classic 18th-century cape house. She transported an antique schoolhouse from the mainland and attached it to the home as a dining room.

Credit...Andrew Wyeth / Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York

236 notes - Posted February 4, 2022

#2

The razing of an old-growth forest is not just the destruction of magnificent individual trees — it’s the collapse of an ancient republic whose interspecies covenant of reciprocation and compromise is essential for the survival of Earth as we’ve known it.

| Ferris Jabr, The Social Life of Forests

Jabr also cites Richard Powers, from The Overstory:

There are no individuals. There aren’t even separate species. Everything in the forest is the forest.

267 notes - Posted January 28, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

They should make this movie. Kurt Russell never died, but was saved to fight the Thing and Aliens, again.

350 notes - Posted April 17, 2022

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

[placeoftheclearlight]

“To me, the explanation of life seems to be its melody, its pattern. And I feel in life such an infinite, truly inconceivable fantasy."

— KAREN BLIXEN

Via @dreaminginthedeepsouth

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

It was in the fall of 1915 that I decided not to use any color until I couldn’t get along without it and I believe it was June before I needed blue. On the way I had probably looked very carefully at Chinese and Japanese paintings and calligraphy before I got to the BLUE LINES. I had practiced a good deal with the watercolor brush but I considered that it would be impossible for me to have the flueuncy developed by the Orientals who always wrote with the brush. BLUE LINES was first done with charcoal. Then there probably five or six paintings of it with black watercolor before I got to this painting with blue watercolor that seemed right. Georgia O’Keeffe (1887-1986) Blue Lines X Watercolor on paper, 1916 “Some Memories of Drawings”, 1974

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You notice it first as April ends and May begins, a change in the season, not exactly a warming—in fact not at all a warming—yet suddenly summer seems near, a possibility, even a promise. You pass a window, you walk to Central Park, you find yourself swimming in the colour blue: the actual light is blue, and over the course of an hour or so this blue deepens, becomes more intense even as it darkens and fades, approximates finally the blue of the glass on a clear day at Chartres, or that of the Cerenkov radiation thrown off by the fuel rods in the pools of nuclear reactors. 

The French called this time of day “l’heure bleue.” To the English it was “the gloaming.” The very word “gloaming” reverberates, echoes— the gloaming, the glimmer, the glitter, the glisten, the glamour—carrying in its consonants the images of houses shuttering, gardens darkening, grass-lined rivers slipping through the shadows. During the blue nights you think the end of day will never come. As the blue nights draw to a close (and they will, and they do) you experience an actual chill, at the moment you first notice: the blue light is going, the days are already shortening, the summer is gone. — Joan Didion, Blue Nights

[alive on all channels]

#Blue Lines X #Georgia O'Keeffe #about art #quotes #Joan Didion #Blue Nights #dreaminginthedeepsouth #alive on all channels

[polymorphousculturevulture]

Roland Ruocco (United States) Sunburst

via dreaminginthedeepsouth

#Roland Ruocco

[sir-percival-of-glastonbury]

https://www.tumblr.com/dreaminginthedeepsouth/744933477135351808/detail-of-the-lion-armour-of-french-king-henry?source=share

Ah, kings always had armor of such extravagance, mine hath seemed plain in comparison...

#ask

[noverim-te]

"The silence is all there is. It is the alpha and the omega, it is God's brooding over the face of the waters; it is the blinded note of the ten thousand things, the whine of wings. You take a step in the right direction to pray to this silence,.."

— Annie Dillard (Teaching A Stone To Talk: Expeditions And Encounters)

dreaminginthedeepsouth 

[timegeist]

“No one is ever free until they tell the truth about themselves and the life into which they’ve been cast. Write it down; tell it to a friend in need, or a stranger who needs diversion. We are all here to be a witness to something, to be of some aid and direction to other people.”

–Tennessee Williams/Interview with James Grissom/1982/

[Follies Of God]

from: dreaminginthedeepsouth

#truth

[zoeflake]

#quotes #miller williams #compassion #via @dreaminginthedeepsouth

[sandmoonyelse]

Sitting over words very late I have heard a kind of whispered sighing not far like a night wind in pines or like the sea in the dark the echo of everything that has ever been spoken still spinning its one syllable between the earth and silence

W.S. Merwin, “Utterance”

The Rain in the Trees, 1988

@dreaminginthedeepsouth​, thank you for this poetry.

#photographer on tumblr #landscape #blue #poetic photography #redsun #original #distant dream