Red and yellow are the original dominant colours of the wild tulip. Tulips often turn red or yellow when they revert back to their robust wild form and I guess that's beautiful.

In Erde graben, der Kirschbaum blüht, wie viele Jahre war ich weg

A closed terrace door with a doorstop in the shape of a cat sitting in front of it, looking out. Outside, an empty chair and a green hedge rising above the terrace wall.

In company or: of things that resonate.

Almost 100 years ago ~ in a patch of sunlight, two schoolgirls cast reflections in the water as they pick their way across a shallow stream in the misty bushland grounds of Frensham School in Mittagong, New South Wales (Sepia-toned gelatin siver photo by Harold Cazneaux, 1934)

Cycling along a rewildered stream. Rewildered, what a word. Shades of fresh foliage on the path. Isles of blood-red tulips, regathered like revolutionary committees. A magnolia, blooming as if it was the greatest possible freedom. Cramp in the calf, aching knee but nothing better than the airstream.

At a table with people today who didn’t want to talk about the wars in the world but would gladly give the green light for shooting rooks that pilfer cereal grains from fields & rummage through the town bins. Not for the 1st time I thought myself to be in the wrong film. Or rather in the wrong life.

Sie mussten sich einen neuen, geschützten Platz suchen, weil die Stadtgärtnerei ziemlich gewütet hatte im Park, aber ja, auch der Nachwuchs is on the way..:)🪺

Elegie auf die Herbstblätter, die sich nach ihrem langen Ritt durch den Winter vom Wind aufwirbeln lassen, die ich in ihrem Schattenflug für Schmetterlinge halte, knapp über der Erde.

The desolation of industrial areas. For miles and miles sealed surfaces, an ugly bungalow here and there for the entrepreneur who prefers living next door to his company. You won't believe it when you see images of planet Earth taken from outer space.

Clouds mimicking trees (or so it seemed to me) and...

...swan nesting by a deep pond.

First warm day of the year.

“Life is an April day, that both laughs and weeps in a breath.”

— Babbalanja in Mardi (Vol. 2, Ch. 79)

#MelvilleMonday 🐳

Reflection of blue sky and still bare trees in a puddle.

Welcome April

Learn to steal late in life make up for lost time

W. S. Merwin, from Korean Figures

A person, seen from behind with their arms outstretched, about to jump from a diving board into what looks like a lake; sideward and in front of them, in the air, a cluster of points of light.

An person holding a small child by the hand, both seen from behind, looking down from a hill towards a city. Both are suffused with points of light that flow out of the person’s body like a small trail. Beside it, in the person's back, a youth sits cross-legged, their head turned towards the city.

Amy Friend, 'Into the cool deep waters of now' (from the series 'Dare alla Luce', 2025) & Xiao Hua Yang, 'Odes2LA' (2021)

Clear & cold. Temperatures still wintry but the forsythia calyxes sprout like goblins thumbing their noses at winter’s last gasp. A pigeon on the roof casts a marginal shadow. On the radio they’re talking about the pros & cons of having children. Some reasons seem to never come up. Love for example.

Spazierende Elstern, aus einer Pflanze, die ich für den Kompost glaubte, zwei Triebe, Morgenlicht liegt auf der Straße.

Night sky, full moon, magpies roosting, golden key buried beneath a tree, painting.

Goodnight.
Apple Tree: Seven for a Secret, Catherine Hyde.

Die Klaviersaison bei offenem Fenster ist eröffnet.

Ungelenke, aber beherzte Klavierübungen am offenen Fenster

Acts of Knowledge As if a book were a kind of voluntary nurse looking for the wound inside you Words and senses Terror and delicacy Wisdom The leaves on the tree grew

Pam Rehm

Sunday morning glory but sunshine eclosed to be elusory and a strong, bitter wind sprang up. The flowering season still weakening slightly. Only the weeping willow braves all adversities.

Boston Creeper leaves and vivid Bindweed flowers in the autumn.

Earth Brocade and Bindweed detail.

Earth Brocade and Bindweed.
Morning. x

Meanwhile in another hemisphere...

there are
trains
outside

my window.
every one
of them

once led
to the
sea

.

where
waves
carry

your
memory,
and

time is
but a
postulate.

.

outside
the city
where

soft
animals
linger

death
is waiting
(patiently)

.

when
it's time
take

one of
the giant
rockets

the cat
is already
waiting.

THE DREAM (Palindrome by Pairs)

A
dream
sighs.
I
am
read.

in der Ferne ein Reh

At 3 AM sharp last night I woke up to the purr of the cat. As if he couldn't turn off his inner engine. A bright shine came through the crack of the door to the corridor. The screen in the study had woken up from sleep mode, too.

Whatever prowls around the house, I said to the cat, don't be afraid.

Lavendeer..💟