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she hums to the quiet morning
toes barely touching
the moss breath earth
the reeds stitched with feather fall
the raven watches
eyes like polished absence
wings folded into hushed secrets
she names him Vesper
dark as an evening prayer
he tucks her voice under his wing
tucks his wings inside her ribs
when she whispers, the lake listens
when he calls, the wind stops
when she dreams, he flies
when she cries, his eyes grow darker
soon
her feet will leave the ground
she will open her mouth
and a thousand nights will pour out
he will open his wings
and she will follow
beyond the hush of branches
and the glint of stars
rising together
as each night unfurls beneath them
She broke up with me yesterday, and I'm hurting. It is what it is, His will be done. I am just sad.
It's heard to believe that there's nobody out there...
...it's heard to believe, that I'm all alone..
It least I have her, the city she loves me, lonely as I am, together we cry
. . . 'cause she doesn't know the words . . .
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...she just couldn't shake it. When I asked her if it was a good dream or a nightmare, she just closed her eyes. I think that she does have some Tennessee Williams in her blood! A Streetcar Named Desire is too much a part of her history.
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Henriëtte Ronner-Knip
Dutch-Belgian painter (1821–1909)
Henriëtte Ronner-Knip (Dutch pronunciation: [ɦɑ̃ːriˈjɛtə ˈrɔnər ˈknɪp]; 31 May 1821 – 28 February 1909) was a Dutch-Belgian artist chiefly in the Romantic style who is best known for her still life animal paintings; especially cats.
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Biography
She was born in Amsterdam into a family of artists and received her first lessons from her father, Joseph August Knip, who also gave lessons to her aunt (his youngest sister), Henriëtte Geertruida Knip. His father, Nicolaas (1741–1808), was an artist as well. Some sources indicate that her mother was Pauline Rifer de Courcelles, a painter of birds, who was her father's first wife but, at the time of her birth, they were apparently separated and he was living with his mistress, Cornelia van Leeuwen (1790–1848), who is also credited with being Henriëtte's mother.[1]
The family moved often as her father found work giving lessons. But, by 1823, her father was already blind in one eye. The following year, he and Rifer de Courcelles were finally divorced and he married Leeuwen. After he became totally blind in 1832, the family continued to move about, staying for a short time in The Hague, then Beek and 's-Hertogenbosch before settling in Berlicum in 1840.[2] By this time, she was essentially in charge of the family's finances and legal obligations, and had begun painting seriously by 1835. She was a participant in the Exhibition of Living Masters in 1838.[1]
After Leeuwen's death, she moved to Amsterdam where she painted farms, animals and forests from nature; first in watercolor, then in oils. That same year, she became the first woman admitted as an "active member" to Arti et Amicitiae.[1] In 1850, she married Feico Ronner (1819–1883) and they moved to Brussels. He was often ill and could not be regularly employed, so he became her manager.[2] At this time, she narrowed her subject matter, focusing almost entirely on dogs and cats. After 1870, she painted her most famous works, featuring long-haired, often playful cats in bourgeois settings. She continued to paint dogs too; notably lapdogs belonging to Marie Henriette of Austria and Princess Marie of Hohenzollern-Sigmaringen.[1] Ronner-Knip exhibited her work at the Palace of Fine Arts at the 1893 World's Columbian Exposition in Chicago, Illinois.[3]
In her later years, she had a house with a large garden, where she kept hunting dogs, cats and a parrot that she used as models. After observing them in her studio, she would make paper sculptures in the desired poses and set them together with props, such as furniture and fabrics. She occasionally collaborated with the genre artist, David Col.
In 1887, she was awarded the Order of Leopold and, in 1901, became a member of the Order of Orange-Nassau.[2] Her son Alfred and daughters Alice and Emma [nl] also became artists. She often exhibited with them.[1]
She died on 28 February 1909 in Ixelles.I
Kingspear and Javelin are in love today. Tomorrow they will probably have lost interest !
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She dances to the songs in her head, speaks with the rhythm of her heart, and loves from the depth of her soul.
The birds brought seed & flowers & bits of brightly colored string & placed them in her hair while she slept so that she would remember the wild joy of spring when she finally awoke.
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Like for many female birds this lady pales in comparison to her more gaudy mate. As females birds go, however, she is strikingly marked, and her ID can be readily established with high confidence. Her bill shape is diagnostic for the Grosbeak family, and there are not that many different species of Grosbeaks in North America. Only three can be expected up here. It you can see the greenish tint on the bills of adult birds (like on this lady) you have a lock on the species ID... it's that unique.
IMG_0921; Evening Grosbeak