Heavens

Silver Sea

Very soon the open sea which they were leaving was only a thin rim of blue on the western horizon. Whiteness, shot with faintest colour of gold, spread round them on every side, except just astern where their passage had thrust the lilies apart and left an open lane of water that shone like dark green glass. To look at, this last sea was very like the Arctic; and if their eyes had not by now grown strong as eagles', the sun on all that whiteness - especially at early morning when the sun was hugest - would have been unbearable. And every evening the same whiteness made the daylight last longer. There seemed no end to the lilies. Day after day from all those miles and leagues of flowers there rose a smell which Lucy found very hard to describe; sweet - yes, but not at all sleepy or overpowering, a fresh, wild, lonely smell that seemed to get into your brain and make you feel that you could go up mountains at a run or wrestle with an elephant. She and Caspian said to one another, "I feel that I can't stand much more of this, yet I don't want it to stop."

C.S. Lewis - 'The Very End of the World', Voyage of The Dawn Treader, 1952

great Saturday

Sunshine, ocean, drinks, and oysters with amandakaterina, her Mr., and Ms. Wallace!

maison An-Dinh

called to the convent

get thee girl to a nunnery

shangri la-la

sisters in lotusland

monet's boat

Giverny, France

in the sunlight

in the morning,
I wake early to spend time with him.

runway lights

french sensory box

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breeze

waking: 'oh you look so beautiful!'
lara hides her face. morning burns through the venetians and grey tulle makeshift valence.
'no, you do! your hair, and the light and sheets - it's like the moment people fall in love in movies.'

come out of your cave

live with more triumph.

Caravaggio

Judith Beaheading Holofernes, c. 1598


Narcissus, 1597-99


The Conversion of St. Paul, 1600-01

xray ouroboros

the go