"My love, she's like some raven at my window with a broken wing." Bob Dylan on #musestr

#footstr

Scale matters If you think you’ve seen a Marilyn Minter painting on your telephone, get real! rip David L.

when the sun shines, when the rain falls, when the moon is out, when the moon is hidden if the spirit calls, get outside

happy #thiccthursday

I haven’t given up, I just can’t get my shit together lately

rembrandt’s #selfie

chuck close with his high resolution #selfie

White Fog Heaven-invading hills are drowned In wide moving waves of mist, Phlox before my door are wound In dripping wreaths of amethyst. Ten feet away the solid earth Changes into melting cloud, There is a hush of pain and mirth, No bird has heart to speak aloud. Here in a world without a sky, Without the ground, without the sea, The one unchanging thing is I, Myself remains to comfort me. Sara Teasdale on #musestr

Morning Mist Did you miss the morning mist Were you still asleep I watched it as it rolled on in Whilst you were counting sheep. I know there was a halo It came and disappeared A luminescence of light That slowly reappeared. It was a magic moment A veil of obscurity It felt just like a blanket A second of security. And then the daylight came Sneaking like a thief Here one second then gone All so very brief. Moisture clung to foliage Silver dewdrops fell Quietness soaked the morning Tween the hill and knell. Brown horses stood like sentinels Out on the milky ground Standing there in silhouette Hardly made a sound. I felt the minutes moving Across the earth and sky I watched the mist you missed As it flew on by. Did you miss the mist this morning It rolled like an ocean wave A blanket of opportunity I saw but couldn’t save. David Rudder on #musestr