Ned Hayes's Blog, page 16
June 10, 2017
Welcome to summer time! #summer
Welcome to summer time! #summer
May 17, 2017
“Rooks have clustered on either side of the long road. It is...
Pommelien Koolen - Untitled, 2013
Pommelien Koolen - Untitled, 2013
Pommelien Koolen - Untitled, 2013
“Rooks have clustered on either side of the long road. It is as if they line a grand parade route for our passage. Their black feathers are stark as soot against the white road and the snow. They stab at the ground with their strange bare bills and gray unfeathered faces. The birds are like rough-edged black stones on a string around this stripped cold neck of road. The old books tell us rooks bring the virtuous dead to heaven’s gate.”
photosbygraff:
Alpes, France, 2015.
BOOK QUOTE: “Sound...
Alpes, France, 2015.
BOOK QUOTE: “Sound carries far here in the trees. Snow slides off a heavy oak as some creature shuffles through the woods, and ancient branches snap. Moments later, the bracken flutters and the slight shadow of the bird darts into the woods. Deep in the forest now, I hear a low voice that wends back and forth, whispering in secret.” — from the novel SINFUL FOLK
April 30, 2017
gratifyingphotography:
the fault in our stars. by Regina Leah on...
the fault in our stars. by Regina Leah on Flickr.
A post for
Walpurgis Night – traditional night for spirits to roam the world. April 30.
“Under the sanctuary are the catacombs where the dead wait for resurrection. The living do not venture there. The caverns here underneath the Sanctuary are illuminated only by dim shafts of light from the sanctuary. The walls are etched with flowers of frost, but at least I am out of the wind. Dark bays line the hall in front of me, a vast rabbit warren, each hold filled to the brim with the scent of the past.”
April 17, 2017
“I remember the fire, it burns bright, always around me. I...
“I remember the fire, it burns bright, always around me. I close my eyes, and tears stream out. The tides of the past seize me, bear me out to sea.”
April 2, 2017
“April comes to us, with her showers sweet. I wake to the...
“April comes to us, with her showers sweet. I wake to the cries of little birds before the light comes across the heath. They wait all night with open eyes. Now, with the rain at dawn, their voices make melody.
I turn back the reveled cloth of gold on my bed and walk to gaze beyond my glazed casement window. In the plaintive voices of the wood fowl, I imagine my mother calling to me, her words echoing across the years.”
March 19, 2017
March 8, 2017
"The Earth is littered with the ruins of empires that believed they were eternal."
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Camille Paglia (via thatkindofwoman)
International Women’s Day is March 8, 2017
March 3, 2017
March 2, 2017
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“Rooks have clustered on either side of the long...
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“Rooks have clustered on either side of the long road. It is as if they line a grand parade route for our passage. Their black feathers are stark as soot against the white road and the snow. They stab at the ground with their strange bare bills and gray unfeathered faces. The birds are like rough-edged black stones on a string around this stripped cold neck of road. The old books tell us rooks bring the virtuous dead to heaven’s gate.”
