Ned Hayes's Blog, page 50
March 28, 2015
bibliolectors:
Una biblioteca llena de imaginación (ilustración...
March 27, 2015
BOOK QUOTE: "Cold tears as salty as ocean spray wet my face. I...

"Cold tears as salty as ocean spray wet my face. I remember the day before she died, my mother took me out in our little fishing boat, out on the open water of the sea—the thrum and hiss of surf upon the shore behind us, the rhythm never ceasing. And she taught me something: strange and secret words in a foreign tongue, a lilting singsong cadence to it."
PHOTO: PiXnCo - Annecy by PiXnCo on Flickr.
March 26, 2015
BOOK QUOTE: "People come to me on waves of memory, but all of...

BOOK QUOTE:
"People come to me on waves of memory, but all of them are ghosts. The sound of a distant ocean covers me with surf, that tide that bears me back eternally into the past, back to the place where I was born. My mother took me out in our little fishing boat, out on the open water of the sea. The thrum and hiss of surf upon the shore behind us, the breaking rhythm never ceasing. My mother waited until we were out of sight of land. She waited to tell me the secret."
PHOTO: Coucher de soleil by Max Brun
March 25, 2015
Reading is a great use of an afternoon!

Reading is a great use of an afternoon!
"For West is where we all plan to go some day. It is where you go when the land gives out and the..."
- Robert Penn Warren (via observando)
March 23, 2015
Egyptian Woman Dressed Like Man For More Than 40 Years To Provide For Family
My novel SINFUL FOLK features a woman who dressed like a man for 10 years — and some readers have found it unbelievable that a woman could live like this for 10 years.
Well, here’s a woman (in Egypt) who lived as a man FOR 43 YEARS!
Abu Daooh was pregnant with her daughter Houda when her husband
passed away in the 1970s, leaving her as the sole breadwinner of the family, Al-Arabiya reported. Abu Daooh quickly found that in a
traditional Egyptian society at the time, few jobs were available to illiterate
women, and it proved much easier to find work dressed as a man. She took up
jobs in brick making and shoe shining, but altered her appearance to avoid
being harassed.
"As
to protect myself from men and the harshness of their looks and being targeted
by them due to traditions, I decided to be a man … and dressed in their clothes
and worked alongside them in other villages where no one knows me,” she told
the network.
March 21, 2015
BOOK QUOTE: "People come to me on waves of memory, but all of...

BOOK QUOTE:
"People come to me on waves of memory, but all of them are ghosts. The sound of a distant ocean covers me with surf, that tide that bears me back eternally into the past, back to the place where I was born. My mother took me out in our little fishing boat, out on the open water of the sea. The thrum and hiss of surf upon the shore behind us, the breaking rhythm never ceasing. My mother waited until we were out of sight of land. She waited to tell me the secret."
PHOTO: RIVER by hisaya katagami on Flickr.
March 19, 2015
BOOK QUOTE: "People come to me on waves of memory, but all of...

BOOK QUOTE:
"People come to me on waves of memory, but all of them are ghosts. The sound of a distant ocean covers me with surf, that tide that bears me back eternally into the past, back to the place where I was born. My mother took me out in our little fishing boat, out on the open water of the sea. The thrum and hiss of surf upon the shore behind us, the breaking rhythm never ceasing. My mother waited until we were out of sight of land. She waited to tell me the secret."
March 18, 2015
BOOK QUOTE: “Stars steam away as a pale sun rises, hot...

BOOK QUOTE: “Stars steam away as a pale sun rises, hot coal dropped in a watery sky. Light seeps across the forest as the reedy shrieks of wood fowl echo in the trees. The path from our village to the King’s Highway is a crooked line of mud rutted with cart tracks, a rough trough where the dirty snow is stabbed through by the hooves of feral sheep. To the east, that faint track leads up through the forest until it reaches, finally, the open country.” — from the novel SINFUL FOLK