To Unpathed Waters, Undreamed Shores

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact. – William Shakespeare

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Le Précipice de la Joie

It is the function of art to renew our perception. What we are familiar with we cease to see. The writer shakes up the familiar scene, and, as if by magic, we see a new meaning in it. – Anais Nin

Photo from Bookshelves.

Voyage Par un Monde Magique

Mon ami Brian sent me the link to this picturesque railway supposedly visible only to magical creatures of the Ukrainian Elsewhere. C'est magnifique!

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Photo by Oleg Gordienko.

What color is your soul painted?

Yellow

Your soul is painted the color yellow, which embodies the characteristics of joy, happiness, optimism, idealism, gold, hope, liberalism, sociability, friendship, death, courage, intellect, confidence, communication, travel, movement, attraction, persuasion, and charm. Yellow is the color of the element Air, and symbolizes the sun, grain, and the power of thought.

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Pour de Petites Nymphes de Forêt

Whimsical petite Victorian cottage in the woods designed and built by Sandra Foster. Complete with Limoges china, crystal chandelier, sleeping loft, and vintage columns. This cottage is very tiny...almost miniature. Just the perfect size for me and other small woodland nymphs to enjoy! A quaint retreat for world weary faeries wishing for repose in Elsewhere!

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky. -Rabindranath Tagore

Photos by Trevor Trondo for The New York Times.

In Dreams Awake

It's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see. -Henry David Thoreau

Image from Toast.

Enfant de la Nature

A lady, with whom I was riding in the forest, said to me, that the woods always seemed to her to wait, as if the genii who inhabit them suspended their deeds until the wayfarer has passed onward: a thought which poetry has celebrated in the dance of the fairies, which breaks off on the approach of human feet.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson

Photo by Aleksandra Podburtnaja.