ac rosebud dahlia
“So take photographs of everything:
ordinary things,
simple things,
between the door
and by the window things.
Light-ridden and shadow-heavy things.
Forever things.
Fleeting things.
Take photographs of everything.”
― Morgan Harper Nichols, All Along You Were Blooming: Thoughts for Boundless Living
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“But it seemed to me that this was the way we all lived: full to the brim with gratitude and joy one day, wrecked on the rocks the next.
Finding the balance between the two was the art and the salvation.”
― Elizabeth Berg, The Year of Pleasures
bits and pieces of July
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“Love comes in so many different forms, but it is always love. If it is love, then it is love.”
― Elizabeth Strout, Tell Me Everything
hops, in early evening light
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“The bread was earthy and chewy, crunchy on the bottom and meltingly soft on top, and rather than rubbing the bread with tomato as in a traditional pan con tomate (yes, I'd done my research), the raw tomato had been shredded and mashed and spread on top, a cool, sweet, tangy contrast to the bread. A hint of garlic spoke up in the back of my throat; anchovies whispered underneath, the salt and the brine making everything else taste sweeter.”
― Amanda Elliot, Best Served Hot
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breakfast
“Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar.”
— William Faulkner
melancholy
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A garden is always a series of losses set against a few triumphs, like life itself.
- May Sarton
out the back door
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“For years, she had been in mourning for the way she had let her life slip through her fingers. Given another chance, she’d told herself, she would take more care to experience it. But lately, she was finding that she had experienced it after all and just forgotten, and now it was returning to her.”
― Anne Tyler, A Spool of Blue Thread
heading home
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