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of birdsong and trees

#own #atmospheric #moody #moody nature #dark #dark nature #light #shadow #spring #blue #nordic

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What will become of you in the rage of this passion without an end?

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, from ‘The Sorrows of Young Werther’, tr. David Constantine

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Unknown, Halley's Comet: Head, 1910

Mount Wilson Observatory

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[…] I don’t resist the seductions of darkness. 

Jeanette Winterson, from ‘Why I adore the night’

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as within, so without

#own #dark #dark nature #atmospheric #moody #moody nature #trees #river #house #nordic #blue hour #fog #foggy #foggy morning

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I'm always searching for something but I don't know what. Something else than what this life has to offer.

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The Fairy Glen photographed by Filippa Edghill (2022) Location: Isle of Skye, Scotland

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““Having died / all the way back to the root, I grow again / into a version of the thing I love.”

— Jenny George, from “Sunflowers” (Originally published in Poem-a-Day on December 2, 2022, by the Academy of American Poets.) (via Read A Little Poetry)

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Shinji Ihara x Parmigianino

#art #diptych #dark art

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The soul is always calling for something the mind cannot yet understand.

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“I talk to myself and look at the dark trees, blessedly neutral. So much easier than facing people, than having to look happy, invulnerable, clever. With masks down, I walk, talking to the moon, to the neutral impersonal force that does not hear, but merely accepts my being.”

— Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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Katrin Koenning

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The Greek word for vampire was sarcomens, ‘flesh made by the moon’.

– Barbara Creed, from The Monstrous-Feminine.

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Le Lys de la Vie, Loïe Fuller et Gabrielle Sorère, 1921

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— Melancholic landscapes by Léon Bonvin

Woodland Scene With Floral Foreground (1865) // Moonlight Scene (1864)

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“I reabsorb myself, I lose myself in myself, I forget myself in faraway nights, unpolluted by obligations and the world…”

— Fernando Pessoa, from The Book of Disquiet