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An older painting I never got around to posting. I've always really enjoyed painting golden hour lighting especially on grey or white horses.
A Day in Paradise - Fran Halpin
Irish , b. 1970 -
Golden open acrylic on canvas , 120 x 80 cm.
Fantastic cooling effect through colors and textures for this antique summer outfit, pairing a silvery obi depicting small fishes (ayu?) thriving in a shallow river, and a soft grey kimono sprinkled with hagi (bushclover).
Using metallic materials, glass, cool colors, refreshing patterns (like snowflakes for example) is traditional for summer season in Japan. They are thought to help the mind fight smothering summer heat waves.
Have and Have Not (2006) Crystal Schenk

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XใฆใผใถใผใฎDaily objectใใ๏ผใDaily Object #540: Fish Hammerใ
coopers hawk (i think) who was very mad i was standing next to a dead pigeon while i took this.
i love you green. i love you forests. i love you smell of damp earth. i love you feeling before the storm breaks. i love you moss. i love you rivers. i love you streams. i love you thunderstorms. i love you sunlight shining through leaves.
There are places deep in the earth where the water is crystal clear or it would be, if there were any light. All of the sediment, all of the dust has settled long ago. All of the gasses have escaped. These hidden volumes of water, like houses. Like the space between bridges. The space between you and the sky. Huge empty spaces that are not empty. Frozen glass. The water is still. The water is silent. The water is transparent as the mountain air on a starless, moonless, windless night.

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Eat bread and understand comfort. Drink water, and understand delight. Visit the garden where the scarlet trumpets are opening their bodies for the hummingbirds who are drinking the sweetness, who are thrillingly gluttonous.
For one thing leads to another. Soon you will notice how stones shine underfoot. Eventually tides will be the only calendar you believe in.
And someoneโs face, whom you love, will be as a star both intimate and ultimate, and you will be both heart-shaken and respectful. And you will hear the air itself, like a beloved, whisper: oh, let me, for a while longer, enter the two beautiful bodies of your lungs.
-excerpt from 'To Begin With, the Sweet Grass', by Mary Oliver
Apricity (n.) โ the warmth of the sun in winter, a subtle warmth that kisses the skin with a softness unexpected in the season's chill.
ยซ True gardeners cannot bear a glove Between the sure touch and the tender root, Must let their hands grow knotted as they move With a rough sensitivity about Under the earth, between the rock and shoot, Never to bruise or wound the hidden fruit. And so I watched my mother's hands grow scarred, She who could heal the wounded plant or friend With the same vulnerable yet rigorous love; I minded once to see her beauty gnarled, But now her truth is given me to live, As I learn for myself we must be hard To move among the tender with an open hand, And to stay sensitive up to the end Pay with some toughness for a gentle world. ยป
โ May Sarton, "An Observation"
May Sarton, from "She Shall Be Called Woman", Selected Poems
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Adriatic Sea by Mauro Roberto Scalabroni
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