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Another one, pure inspiration. Little else.

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Clever Nettle

Adding a new blog to the fascinations brigade: Clever Nettle. As I delve into the fantastical world of what I like to call the visual literary realm--the bringing to life of story and the falling in love with idea--of styling, a tip-toeing into the cool waters of design is called for. And I couldn't be happier to immerse myself once again, this time with more purpose, plus a host of other influences waiting at the gates. Enjoy her images and Etsy! Photo via Clever Nettle.

Beach Immortal

She felt as if riding a wave, made up of the chords her mind struck when finding avenues of expression. And she exhaled at the thought of understanding something so golden. Golden.

The lost loves make it hard to get home safe.

The wind had picked up when they finally made it back to the sand. Balloons whipped together, tangling the candy-colored strings and sounding like drums beating wildly from a hundred rhythmic hands.

Five centimeters of thought in the right direction, but the wind blew it five miles too far.

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It's been a weird life lately.

Nighttime dreams of setting sail on ships doomed to perish.

Dark skies and fiery ovals hanging from cliff side tree houses,

letting go of the children who fall to their demise.

Standing by the wayside with a group of students,

with a former journalistic mentor,

on the sandy beach at night while the black waves tipped their white caps at us

and the village burned with small fires to our left,

then to our right.

Climbing up into the vessel that would surely go under water,

we were in Thailand or Korea

and I just knew taking another puddle jumper back home

would crash just as this boat would sink.

Damned if I do, Damned if I don't.

With a yet-to-be-built inspiration wall to save me from sinking I will be devoting this space for just that:

a collection of intent.

...

Inspired Livin':

Kitties, tepees, joy in life.

Fanny and Bill on The Selby and their City Hall Wedding.

Avenir

"Sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast."

-- Lewis Carrol

But keep on believing those far after the breakfasting hour ends.

And...

Fast only to break it.

//...//

Just collecting jewels over here

Readying for another leap

And if the cliff turns out to be a valley wall

I'll take solace that the window or door

Which deceived me in the first place

Still counts as an awakening.

For it is the spirit I'm after

More so than the sedentary.

So possibility dons

with its necklace.

//...//

Of the metaphysical chain

connecting tangible or semi-tangible

events

sentiments

wonderments

engagements

distilled into one jewel,

the moment your path crosses with some others

like you've been on a crash course

or just blithely fell together

upon life's whim.

//...//

All being collected

what will eventually be strung together

or is being strung together

along the way.

.. ///..

Tie the kite strings round your fingers.

Let's Go Play

non plus one final from Tracy ANTONOPOULOS on Vimeo.

Looking

Just for Fun

And for Sanity

VB and Keri Smith

Type

Are we a people who want

nothing more

than to be moved?

Or is it just me

who wants to be moved

and to do the moving?