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Living Vicariously Through Photographer Dieter Klein

If your like me, and your travel plans have changed dramatically this year, it’s hard not to feel disappointed. I’m cheering myself up by exploring the photography of Dieter Klein. I discovered his surreal photos of abandoned vintage cars on BBC’s In Pictures column, and they were mesmerizing. This lead me to his instagram, a quirky mix of travel, portraits, and oddball art shots. http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/in-pictures-52632396 View this post on Instagram #sonne#sand#meer#spanien#liebe#luft#wasser A post shared by Dieter Klein (@dieterppmfilm) on Aug 13, 2015 at 10:48am PDT

Teacup Fairy Gardens

Originally posted on My OBT:
If you (like me) are craving a fun crafts project right now, but don’t have a ton of space, I have a great solution for you! These are teacup fairy gardens, and everyone has room for at least one of them! Some are made of real plants, some are artificial, but all are really sweet and tiny. If you’re feeling adventurous, you could grab an old teacup and make your own, with miniatures you have hanging around. If you need miniature pieces, Etsy is full of beautiful items. And if you aren’t feeling crafty, you also might consider one of the pre-made gardens for sale. You can check out everyone’s creative teacup fairy gardens on Instagram. https://www.instagram.com/p/Bg7cqeJD4de/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link https://www.instagram.com/p/BRJcjOUjtaM/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link https://www.instagram.com/p/By_DjaIFpdZ/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link https://www.instagram.com/p/BqP7POpFJsj/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link https://www.instagram.com/p/Bsl1WD3B8kM/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link https://www.instagram.com/p/B9pfDghFUDZ/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link https://www.instagram.com/p/BipbiJhgK7Y/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link https://www.instagram.com/p/BulA7hZFLUJ/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link https://www.instagram.com/p/B6VJIzLDBwT/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link https://www.instagram.com/p/ByVhjsKAwx_/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link https://www.instagram.com/p/Bu4BhHJFPrY/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link https://www.instagram.com/p/BxiLqPGhPnl/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link https://www.instagram.com/p/BxYj_QjBXPm/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Sharing Our Truths: The Mask – L. Stevens

Originally posted on Brave & Reckless:
Call me what you will Never forget you made me to protect you from what kills Call me what you will a shield, a shroud, still no guarantee Call me what you will Never forget. You made me L. Stevens is an intj who loves learning about everything and filing it away for later. She finished second in little infinite’s first haiku contest and her poetry has been featured by Pack Poetry and Freeverse Revolution. She writes short stories and poetry about the moon, darkness, and anything else lurking in the deep abyss of her imagination. More of her work can be read at Everyday Strange and on Instagram @everydaystrangeblog.  

Haiku 17 – L. Stevens

Originally posted on FREE VERSE REVOLUTION:
sunlight withers, fades night unfurls its dark petals   the moon is in bloom     L. Stevens is an intj who loves learning about everything and filing it away for later. She finished second in little infinite’s first haiku contest and her poetry been featured by Pack Poetry and Freeverse Revolution. She writes short stories and poetry about the moon, darkness, and anything else lurking in the deep abyss of her imagination.  More of her work can be read at everyday-strange.com or on instagram @everydaystrangeblog

Checking In

Originally posted on Parhelion:
By Rebecca Moon Ruark The osprey came back. They came back, like they do each Spring, to perch where they will, high above the marine yard, atop the athletic field light poles, and in the stern of an abandoned sailboat on the river. The osprey own that boat now; it will never again sail the Bay, but the osprey don’t care. I have secretly loathed my fish hawk neighbors, for their shrieking cries that wake me before five in the morning. But I’m happy for them now, happy they’re keeping to their seasonal schedule of migration and procreation. Social media is speculating how many people babies will come from COVID-19-induced isolation. I can’t say, but there will be osprey babies again next year, screeching things that will draw graceful arcs in the sky like their parents and grandparents, before. They will protect their own, hunt, eat, and probably never experience ennui. The osprey came back, as did the daffodils, which I once thought of as only cheap harbingers of tulips, my…

Storm – Radhika

Originally posted on FREE VERSE REVOLUTION:
The Raging Orchestra! Tar grey clouds conquer the horizon howling gales pick up momentum   thunderous rumbles lash out rains pound down with vengeance the enraged sea seethes ire unforgiving, it devours all in its fold  monstrous waves build up a crescendo the livid sea sings a tempestuous opera! ? ? The fabric of life is sewn together with myriad hues of threads. My words find a voice to my thoughts which brings out a tapestry of seamless weaves on life. I stitch together the many intriguing facets of life on my blog https://radhikasreflection.wordpress.com/. It is a potpourri of photographs, poetry, prose and reflections. Currently I am working on bringing out my first book of poetry. Image by Gerhard Bögner from Pixabay

Mutable

Originally posted on mindlovemisery:
Life insists on patience but once I have arrived at a destination how can I be content to wait outside? ? My heart falters mid-air clips the rim of the wastebasket and falls to the floor with an unsettling squelch. She will leave a stain no doubt. But isn’t that what we all want to leave something behind when we are gone and haven’t the impulse to make anything new? ? I watch her sputter and turn. Everything hurts, your absence, my disenfranchised life, even the crescents at the ends of my fingertips from scraping so long at the same intractable walls. ? I am afraid of my life, afraid of my heart  because even on the outside she has a knack for drawing me in. The butterflies in my stomach are made of wire. They jab and tangle. They perforate my insides whenever they spread their amature wings. ? I don’t want to die voluntarily incarcerated. I don’t want to go another moment without knowing you. The road between us…

My Favourite (Chill) Fairy Tale Retellings

Originally posted on the orang-utan librarian:
Today, I just wanted to share a super quick list of some of my favourite atmospheric, fairy tale retellings. All of these deliver on the wintry vibes- without you having to the hassle of going outside 😉 The Snow Child– it’s been a long while since I mentioned this exquisite historical fiction. Set in 1920s Alaska, it draws on the Russian fairy tale by the same name and delivers something utterly unique. The Bear and the Nightingale– also inspired by Russian folklore, this has a more fantastical touch and is set in an authentically medieval setting. If you’re in the mood for high fantasy, then I can’t give you a better recommendation for the winter months. Wolf in the Whale– this is more inspired by a patchwork of different mythologies, stories and histories- which I think qualifies it to be on this list. Plus, it certainly delivers on the atmospheric quota- you’ll need to be nice and snug while you’re reading this, or you’ll catch a chill! To Kill…