{Have you got Inspiration for Today?}

Everyday has got a meaning. Not even you had a bad day, the next one is always better (or if it is worst, you can improve it with something special). I am not talking with 'cheap' pshicology. This is a way of surviving.

    I have learnt that feelings only stay with us for minutes, something is always waiting for surprising you. Have you already find it?

 

                                   

                             How do not love ice cream? I want to try flowers flavours.

                            

                                         

                                                Peonies make more beautiful any place.

                                         

                              

                             

                                            Let´s  go to find something elegant for you.

 

                                         

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Well illuminated room is very important for find the peace at home.

                                       

 

{Photo Source: Pure Photography Blog via This is Glamorous; Elena Kovyrzina; dress by Sandro in Net-a-Porter; Eleanor Bridge

{A Reflexion for the Beginning of a Week}

Ralph Waldo Emerson in his famous book ´Nature´ (1838) said that "A nobler want of man is served by nature, namely, the love of Beauty. (...) The simple perception of natural forms is a delight. The influence of the forms and actions in nature, is so needful to man, that, in its lowest functions, it seems to lie on the confines of commodity and beauty. To the body and mind which have been cramped by noxious work or company, nature is medicinal and restores their tone. The tradesman, the attorney comes out of the din and craft of the street, and sees the sky and the woods, and is a man again. In their eternal calm, he finds himself. The health of the eye seems to demand a horizon. We are never tired, so long as we can see far enough".

{Picture of the Week}

Portrait of Ravenscroft family in Liverpool , August 1910.


{More pictures from the Ravenscroft family´s album}

{Antonín Hudeček (1872-1941) Artworks}

Different artists have tried to achieve something on their canvas: capture the light. The light at different times: the light of 6 in the morning or in the light of seven in the evening.All their differences illustrate the fascinating changes that days, and hours, offer us.

    Hudecket fascinated me, when I saw one of her paintings. While the brilliance of Impressionism was located in the regions of France, he captured a very different light to the Mediterranean, the birthplace´s one of the Czech Republic.

 

   Hope you like it as much as me. Unfortunately there is not information enough about him online. I will research more of Hudecket in the library.

 



"Landscape before a Storm" (1899)

"Krajina S Kostelikem" (1902)

"Evenning Silence" (1902)

{The Shabby Cottage}

          

        

           

     
           
       

       
{Photo Credits: Little Emma English Home and Island of White via Home and Garden Deco}

{Clinton Hill Townhouse}

{Credits: Neuhaus Design Ltd.}

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Thank you and have a nice week.
xx

{My Secret Garden}

No dainty rhymes or sentimental love verses for you, terrible year! 

Not you as some pale poetling, seated at a desk, lisping cadenzas 

piano; 

But as a strong man, erect, clothed in blue clothes, advancing, 

carrying a rifle on your shoulder,  With well-gristled body and sunburnt face and hands–with a knife in 

the belt at your side,  As I heard you shouting loud–your sonorous voice ringing across the 

continent; 

Your masculine voice, O year, as rising amid the great cities, 

Amid the men of Manhattan I saw you, as one of the workmen, the 

dwellers in Manhattan; 

Or with large steps crossing the prairies out of Illinois and 

Indiana,  Rapidly crossing the West with springy gait, and descending the 

Alleghanies; 

Or down from the great lakes, or in Pennsylvania, or on deck along 

the Ohio river; 

Or southward along the Tennessee or Cumberland rivers, or at 

Chattanooga on the mountain top, 

Saw I your gait and saw I your sinewy limbs, clothed in blue, bearing 

weapons, robust year; 

Heard your determin’d voice, launch’d forth again and again; 

Year that suddenly sang by the mouths of the round-lipp’d cannon, 

I repeat you, hurrying, crashing, sad, distracted year. 

                        -Walt Whitman.

                        

{Clippings Part III}

{Pictures Source: The English Home magazine}.