My tea’s gone cold I’m wondering why I got out of bed at all
Untitled by Nick Hyde (1970). From the book Visions (1975, published by Pomegranate).
“Every day we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heartache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty. Every man, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths. We all derive from the same source. There is no mystery about the origin of things. We are all part of creation, all kings, all poets, all musicians; we have only to open up, only to discover what is already there.”
– Henry Miller, Sexus (via colporteur)
Claude Monet, Arm of the Seine near Giverny in the Fog (1897)
(Photo by Mike Schmidt)
Magnolia tree and “be kind” by Alejandro G. Laureano
"be kind" was written on her grandpa’s handwriting.
Indelible Ink Tattoo, Eugene, OR
Some pictures from the rally today at Columbia. So much wonderful support for my sister and I! Emma and I are truly grateful to everyone who came, and everyone who was there in spirit.