Can you hear the bumblebees swarm?

Chá e bolo no jardim. Trazendo a velha porcelana descombinada (eu tenho um monte; muitas viagens a Lewes para estocar coisas fofas) e uma victoria sponge comprada pronta porque tá quente demais para lidar com forno. Eu gosto muito das coisas do Pip Studio, mas quase não o vejo mais nas lojas. Hoje em …

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Eating out season begins.

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Quarentine Diaries, Part II

Às vezes um dia inteiro de fotos se perde porque a luz não está legal e você pesou a mão na edição/filtros tentando salvá-las. Escuras, super saturadas, muito ruído, etc. Algumas dessas foram parar nas stories do instagram (a tela de retina ajuda a dourar a pílula) mas a maioria estava juntando …

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Wholeness

“I actually attack the concept of happiness. The idea that – I don’t mind people being happy – but the idea that everything we do is part of the pursuit of happiness seems to me a really dangerous idea and has led to a contemporary disease in Western society, which is fear of sadness. It’s a re…

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Venturing further.

Clare Castle Country Park , Suffolk.

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Claustrophobic wandering.

Ode to Invented Melancholy Daunted by the energy that might be unleashed were I to concentrate on the supposed task – of what it might subtract, exact and adulterate; and of the gagging staleness that could issue forth, if finally penetrated, from something  so long suppressed. Succumbing instead to thes…

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So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see.

The buds of May. Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date. Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmed; And every fair from fair sometim…

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