Showing posts with label mist. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mist. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 5, 2025

Monday, June 24, 2024

The Tomb

The vault to which I refer is of ancient granite, weathered and discoloured by the mists and dampness of generations.

- H. P. Lovecraft



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Saturday, January 30, 2016

Thursday, September 11, 2014

Mourning Mist

EPITAPH, n. An inscription on a tomb, showing that virtues acquired by death have a retroactive effect.

 

Ambrose Bierce 

 

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Monday, August 11, 2014

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Night Mists

The red half-moon is dipping to the west,
And the cold fog invades the sleeping land.
Lo! how the grinning skulls in the level light
Litter the place!


Ambrose Bierce

Image by rrfto.

Thursday, March 20, 2014

Sunday, September 2, 2012

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Autumn

I SAW old Autumn in the misty morn
Stand shadowless like Silence, listening
To silence, for no lonely bird would sing
Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn


Thomas Hood


Image by Andy S. Foster.


Monday, June 6, 2011

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Friday, July 16, 2010

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Last Supper

Yeah, you know every town has something like this happen... I remember over in Russellville, old Charlie Bowles, about fifteen years ago... One night, he finished dinner, and he excused himself from the table. He went out to the garage, and got himself a hacksaw. Then he went back into the house, kissed his wife and his two children goodbye, and then he proceeded to...

Image by Sparth.

Last Supper Film site.