August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.

Sylvia Plath

The morning had dawned clear and cold, with a crispness that hinted at the end of summer.

George R.R. Martin

texture thanks to PaintedWorks

This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary. The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue.” – Sylvia Plath

“Well, I know now. I know a little more how much a simple thing like a snowfall can mean to a person”

― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

Try to stay cool. Write to a politician about global warming, wherever you are. I have, I do. But I’m not enough…

In January 2022 I asked for help, and a Flickr support hero removed both of my accounts from the Explore algorithm. I feel more relaxed and sincere.

Independence Pass, Colorado; elevation 12,095 ft (3,687 m)

(re-edit of an old botched-up post, which has now been deleted)

“I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be happy.” ― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into ~Sylvia Plath

“There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them.”

― Sylvia Plath

Taken at the gorgeous and new and improved Surfers Bay

Tribute again:

Can I make Cecilia look like some of my favorite female authors and pay a tribute for them on Flickr?

- I do not know, but I can try :)

The second tribute is for a deeply unhappy, yet tremendous interesting woman Sylvia Plath who in so many ways, lived a misserable life..

Here her poem - 'Mad girls love song', performed as a beautiful song by Carol Ann McGowan. I think we can all feel her broken heart:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=bM30XId6TP4&ab_channel=tzortz...

This is the old picture I used as reference:

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I hope I have managed to portrait a bit of the deepth of her eyes.

Read more about Sylvia Plath here:

www.famousauthors.org/sylvia-plath

Ráj srdce každý v sobě má

Dnes pokusím se být upřímná

Upřímná? Vždyť to už se nenosí

Pokrytci na výsluní se honosí [Uvnitř]

~

There is the paradise of the heart in everyone

I try to be honest today

Honest? Nobody wears it anymore

Hypocrites in the limelight flaunt themselves ♡

~

dedicate to poet Sylvia Plath

It was actually Robert Smith's birthday on Friday but Eternal Vampire Prince won out. Anyway, this was actually taken from the crowd. Even though I had a photopass for the music festival he was headlining, he decided sort of last minute he would not allow any photographers in the pit. I am not sure why but maybe it had something to do with a hairspray issue (that's my wild stab at a guess and/or my attempt at humor). ANYWAY, I have been a Cure fan since I was a cool goth teenager before all my high school classmates discovered that poser Marilyn Manson and thought it was also cool to wear black and then suddenly I was not the only one in my school looking like I had spent all night reading Sylvia Plath and Anne Sexton and I stopped wearing black for awhile because I was so annoyed but I didn't ever stop listening to The Cure.

Anyway, I hope he had a nice birthday on Friday. There was recently some drama about the cost of concert tickets and I wish people like Robert Smith and Taylor Swift who actually have some pull would put their foot down or just cut out Ticketmaster all together. Then, we could all enjoy the glorious hairspray. And, also the music.

I realize I am not funny.

**All photos are copyrighted**

I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel...."

Sylvia Plath

www.youtube.com/watch?v=HE1AGBuwVec&list=PL1PeR-lHkkq...

NEW @ NEO JAPAN

Opens September 25th thru October 17th

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Butanik83 - Brain Link Device OIRAN

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[DS] Neo Warrior [Damaged Society]

(This outfit is designed for MEN only - but yah know me I can't resist a well-made outfit if I can wiggle into it)

(Flickr: www.flickr.com/photos/damagedsociety/)

KMH - Hair F177

(Flickr: www.flickr.com/photos/kumibou/)

Ilford Pan F (Ricoh XR7) with some post-processing

See link for details of project and poem credit...

www.flickr.com/photos/59464034@N08/albums/72177720298711421

No lame excuses can gloss over

Barge-tar clotted at the tide-line, the wrecked pier.

I should have known better.

Fifteen years between me and the bay

Profited memory, but did away with the old scenery

And patched this shoddy

Makeshift of a view to quit

My promise of an idyll.

The blue's worn out

Unless you do this tawdry harbour

A service and ignore it, I go a liar

Gilding what's eyesore,

Or must take loophole and blame time

For the rock's dwarfed lump, for the drabbled scum,

For a churlish welcome.

Whenever I’m sad I’m going to die, or so nervous I can’t sleep, or in love with somebody I won’t be seeing for a week, I slump down so far and then I say: “I’ll go take a hot bath.”

~ Sylvia Plath

credits

Sylvia Plath would have copyed it...no pun intended.

🎶 YEARNING - YIRUMA

“How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.”

― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

Art supplies

- Sakura Cray-Pas Expresionist (an old box I have for a dozen years already)

"Indecision and reveries are the anesthetics of constructive action." Sylvia Plath

Location: The Forgotten, Peaceful Shore

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Sitting Paragon: MeanBunneh

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Faun

~Sylvia Plath~>

Haunched like a faun, he hooed

From grove of moon-glint and fen-frost

Until all owls in the twigged forest

Flapped black to look and brood

On the call this man made.

No sound but a drunken coot

Lurching home along river bank.

Stars hung water-sunk, so a rank

Of double star-eyes lit

Boughs where those owls sat.

An arena of yellow eyes

Watched the changing shape he cut,

Saw hoof harden from foot, saw sprout

Goat-horns. Marked how god rose

And galloped woodward in that guise.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The ruined church of St Thomas a Beckett in Heptonstall, West Yorkshire, England. It was built between 1256 and 1260. The “new” church of 1854 was built after a storm damaged the old one, and it shares the graveyard. The American poet Sylvia Plath is buried there.

“Well, I know now. I know a little more how much a simple thing like a snowfall can mean to a person”

― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

Credits . . .

Sylvia Plath | Three Women

1962

"If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.

You leave the same impression Of something beautiful,

but annihilating. "

~Sylvia Plath

happy mother's day!

♥

happy sliderssunday!

to be a ritual for being born twice - patched, retreaded and approved for the road.

... ~sylvia plath, from the bell jar.

pp with a texture each from les brumes and flypaper 'edges'. as always, much gratitude for your beautiful work, it surely brings another dimension to mine.

wilted, dying iris photographed in late afternoon, with reddy, along the roadside near boston.

"Out of the ash

I rise with my red hair.

And I eat men like air."

-Sylvia Plath

"I waited, as if the sea could make the decisions for me...Sylvia Plath

inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, ‘This is what it is to be happy.” ~ Sylvia Plath

Our stop at this beautiful Tanawha Bridge on our way to Rough Ridge. As you can see this is my favorite bridge in the mountains.

"Overnight, very

Whitely, discreetly,

Very quietly

Our toes, our noses

Take hold on the loam,

Acquire the air..."

Mushrooms by Sylvia Plath

"Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing." Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Plath #dixit

Playing in the dark

Happy Tuesday

~❤︎~

I shut my eyes and all the world drops

dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.

Sylvia Plath

“The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.” Sylvia Plath

I had created the Wombo images a while ago but never used them. This is a combo of 2 of those, plus smaller elements masked in from 3 others. The framed picture on the wall (left) and on the easel are 2 other Wombo creations. The blending, masking, cloning were all done in Pixelmator Pro as well as the torn corner on the wall picture. Light and color were enhanced with PicLight.

Prompts: abandoned art studio

Style: Not sure, but most likely VFX

I can relate to this scene. I have a couple of unfinished paintings leaning against the wall in my hobby room. I blame it on this darned computer!

All who enjoy using this app are invited to join and post your creations in my new group, Wombo World.

www.flickr.com/groups/wombo_art/

If you enjoy using Wombo as a part of other creations, check out Wombo Art Blends.

www.flickr.com/groups/14789994@N25/

… and you will see how important I am.”

― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=g1fpDWXwfso

LOVE IS JUST A FOUR-LETTER WORD – JOAN BAEZ

Living in a house of cards

built on shifting sands and shingle

bring me the love that I deserve

rock my foundations; make me tingle

let the walls I built myself

to keep the darkness out

collapse around me and from the ruins

let your light find me though I may scream and shout

take me in your arms and comfort me

hold me tight for all it's worth

to give back my life and with your love

I find the truth I'm looking for in my rebirth

help me to my feet and stand

shoulder to shoulder in the rubble

shake the dust from every pore

help me lose myself; discard my earthly troubles

eye to eye we see the same

the vision of the future now

is clear now the storms and rains have passed

we step forward, heads held high and proud

and if they say pride comes before a fall

well I know and I can tell them all

I rolled with the punches and I stayed down

but from this day on I'm standing tall

I found the strength;

re-found my mind

recovered when they would condemn me

carved out a path of a different kind

and my peripheral vision sometimes sees

a spectre of my previous existence clear

but I blink and I do not miss it now

hand in hand as I walk with you my dear.

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„All I want is blackness.

Blackness and silence.“

Sylvia Plath

“How we need that security. How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this. I need someone to pour myself into.”

― Sylvia Plath

Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=MmxqAGmAttU

I NEED YOU - TIM McGRAW & FAITH HILL

Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=afhnAvaJ2Ec&app=desktop

Μαρινέλλα - Σ' ΑΓΑΠΩ

( The 2nd precious gift today from my friend Poppy Kalant <3 )

The Sun Goes Down Again

I need you like a flower needs the rain

I belong to you and you belong to me

meeting you made my life sweeter

warm as Summer seas

I would climb the highest mountain

and fall without a qualm

knowing you would catch me

safely in your arms

I will tell you all my heart's desires

entrust my soul to you

give you all you need my darling

make your dreams come true

The moon looks at us knowingly

our names on soft winds flow

carry me across the ocean

set me down in pure white snow

You heard me softly whisper

I'm lonely in the rain

while waiting for the moon to rise

The sun goes down again.

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'copyright image please do not reproduce without permission'

View On Black

Some Flypapers Textures used

I

Am a pure acetylene

Virgin

Attended by roses,

By kisses, by cherubim,

By whatever these pink things mean.

Io

Sono una puravergine d’acetilene

Con una scorta di rose, Di baci, di cherubini,

Di tutto ciò che esprimono queste rosee cose.

Sylvia Plath (1932-1963)

“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.”

― Sylvia Plath

Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=5rOiW_xY-kc

EVERYBODY HURTS – R.E.M.

A Day in the Life of an HSP (Highly Sensitive Person) or What it is to be Me ...

The darkness fell on me like a hungry wolf

and cloaking me in velveteen

it disappeared me into oblivion

The cool wet earth squelched between my toes

and the holes in my boots

widened like the mouths of ravenous dogs

The stench of the marshlands

hit my nostrils full pelt

and brought me to my knees

whereupon it dissipated into nothingness

The moon looked down forming an eye

like the Eye of Horus

and the tree licked with long lashes

the cold night air that seeped through the gaps

and steeped in abject misery time after time elapsed

and the world I'd inhabited for so long collapsed

The limbs of the forest and leaves that fell

and intricate tendrils coiled and toiled

in the frozen breath and the belly of the earth

I felt the cloying darkness descending fast

The carpet of Autumn was widespread

and dawning on me now was the realisation

the dread of Winter was arriving

devoid of polite and solicitous invitation

with total disregard or due consideration

The search for the last leaf left

was fast approaching from every compass point

and I stood still as Winter swept around me

my ankles bitten hard and knees grazed

by the North wind ice-tipped arrows

The Moon was orange and looked warm

as it reflected the Sun back to it

like a mirror at a fairground distorted and forlorn

and hid the truth as even our own eyes thus deceived us

The impression was of the fiercest heat

and the facade kept on growing

building on the illusion

that stills the beating of my heart

the last breath on my lips so blue

the final moment when it comes

is as seamless as the first

and yet the hunger and the thirst

are no longer felt

are surplus to requirement

all that is needed now

is completeness

of the circle of life

and stillness

peace and quiet

profound or without ground

desire no longer felt

and all the sins wiped clean

cleansed and bathed

and laid in readiness

for the cycle to begin again

and again

and again

ad infinitum

world without end

oh the hopeless futility of it all

and yet

I had found love

I had found beauty

I had found a pathway

through every uncertainty

and I kept on going

no matter what

I am small

I am a speck

and yet

I am not beaten yet …

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In looking for possible clever quotes to include relative to mushrooms, I didn't find any that pleased. However, I did note that poems on the subject were written by Emily Dickinson and Sylvia Plath which I found somehow more than appropriate.

My landscape is a hand with no lines,

The roads bunched to a knot,

The knot myself...

Sylvia Plath

My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off than you.

[Sylvia Plath]

littletinperson

“We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.”

- Sylvia Plath

For the eyeing of my scars there is a charge

For the hearing of my heart----------

It really goes

And there is a very large charge

For a word or a touch

Or a bit of blood

(-)

Herr God, Herr Lucifer

Beware

Beware.

Out of the ash

I rise with my red hair

And I eat men like air.

Sylvia Plath - Lady Lazarus

Yesterday I had the most amazing pelagic I think of my life and we didn't even find a fishing boat. This has now topped the two pelagics where I've seen 3 Short-tailed albatross and 15 Laysan. We first saw a Manx Shearwater that Tom Plath spotted by Cleland Island and then Liron Gertsman spotted a Slaty-backed Gull in the same flock. As we headed out to pelagic waters Mike Toochin, myself and Ilya Povalyaev spotted a Guadalupe Murrelet! It was less than ten feet from the boat! It's insane to have that bird not way further out it's only BC's 3rd record! Liron and Ilya got some great photos of it. To see it check out the BC RBA here bcbirdalert.blogspot.com/2019/08/rba-guadalupe-murrelet-a...

Next I, Mike Toochin and Mark Wynja spotted 2 Scripps's Murrelets and several miles later Liron Gerstman spotted 2 more Scripps's Murrelets. It was a pretty magical day I got 3 lifers and 3 BC birds and we had 4 provincial rarities!. I am still reeling and happy I could share it with such great people. Thanks to ocean outfitters and Captain Ron for such a special day!

"How frail the human heart must be - a mirrored pool of thought." Sylvia Plath

The frost makes a flower, the dew makes a star. ---Sylvia Plath

Charles is a "homeless", New York city is his world and the street is his home. But he is also a person, in the bottom of the American society, a place without doors and windows. My dear one

minute friend, you are a free person and your poetry is great.

I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.

Sylvia Plath

I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air,

mountains, trees. I thought, ‘This is what it is to be happy.

Sylvia Plath

Thanks to Lenabem Anna for texture

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El verano envejece, madre fría,

y los insectos son raros y escuálidos.

En este hogar palustre solamente

graznamos, nos ajamos.

Sylvia Plath