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A Disguised Immortal
Suzuki Harunobu (1725–1770)
ca.1766
@metmuseum
The Jetty at Trouville
Eugène Louis Boudin (1824–1898)
The Burrell Collection
#stormyweather
There was once a Cat who lived in an attic on Sandwich St. in Bloomsbury. Every day at 4 pm, she watched a young poet opposite rush home to his love. The Cat had never seen two humans so happy, & it made her feel that the world had perhaps a thin sliver of light in it after all.
Last one by my son, about a polar bear. I really like the second line - I can hear the ice creaking and moving:
Blackness of night
A polar bear barges through ice
The sun rises
Old Fox couldn't sleep, so he made a pot of tea & some bloater paste sandwiches & watched one of his favourites films: A Matter of Life and Death, with David Niven. He liked to imagine which historical figure would represent him in the court scene, he rather fancied Hugo Grotius.
Delicate 1940s folk paintings from the recently demolished WWII Polish Resettlement Camp at Stover outside Newton Abbot in Devon, preserved by the Anglo-Polish Organisation.
Floral Still Life
Charles Ethan Porter
ca. 1880s
@DIADetroit
30th January 1019 AD. The last Bear in England stood by the flat golden shores of the Wash, midst the oystercatchers & the godwits. His heart was troubling him & he had little strength left. As the moon rose, he felt dizzy & fell there on the soft dunes, under a blaze of stars.
Exhausted by falsehoods, Old Fox & the Girl walk deep into the birch woods for twigs to gild. How can they lie so much, she asks. Because they've lost their souls, he says. Where? Sold 'em. For money, for vanity, for power, for hurt. Oh, she says. Oh.