#John Foster
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retroscifiart · 4 months ago
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‘Saturn’s Rings in Storm’ by John Foster
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gacougnol · 1 year ago
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John Foster
Shy Lady
From Accidental Mysteries
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downfalldestiny · 1 year ago
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"One of the strongest characteristics of genius is the power of lighting its own fire 🔥 !".
_ John Foster
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thesweetnessofspring · 7 months ago
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Cover for The Way of the Woods by John Foster. Found on pinterest.
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redplaidjacket · 1 year ago
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So, I had a little fun on Canva creating John Foster's book covers.
It's by no means perfect but I like the look of them :)
Also the last one isn't a book mentioned in The Blue Castle but is inspired by this excerpt :
“Here’s a patch of dandelions,” said Valancy, unsubdued. “Dandelions shouldn’t grow in the woods, though. They haven’t any sense of the fitness of things at all. They are too cheerful and self-satisfied. They haven’t any of the mystery and reserve of the real wood-flowers.”
“In short, they’ve no secrets,” said Barney. “But wait a bit. The woods will have their own way even with those obvious dandelions. In a little while all that obtrusive yellowness and complacency will be gone and we’ll find here misty, phantom-like globes hovering over those long grasses in full harmony with the traditions of the forest.”
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slack-wise · 2 months ago
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Total eclipse of moon on cracked glass plate Collected by John Foster
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A little Blue Castle love.
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thistle-harvest · 1 year ago
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Who could endure life if it were not for the hope of death?
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aondaneedles · 6 months ago
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Just when Gloria is preparing dinner that evening...
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asexy-phoenix · 1 year ago
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Pines are the trees of myth and legend. They strike their roots deep into the traditions of an older world, but wind and star love their lofty tops. - Wild Honey, John Foster
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mzannthropy · 1 year ago
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Consider this:
Pines are the trees of myth and legend. They strike their roots deep into the traditions of an older world, but wind and star love their lofty tops.
Quote from one of John Foster's book Wild Honey.
How I love the pines! They seem to strike their roots deep into the romance of all the ages. 
Anne to Gilbert while they out on a walk to a park in Kingsport.
Anne Shirley and Barney Snaith have similar thinking.
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strathshepard · 6 months ago
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tootern2345 · 11 months ago
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I love how stuff escalates from 0-100 in this scene
From 1930’s Oom Pah Pah, an Aesop’s fable directed by John Foster & Harry Bailey for Van Beuren
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homobiustrip · 2 years ago
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thesweetnessofspring · 1 year ago
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“Fear is the original sin,” suddenly said a still, small voice away back—back—back of Valancy’s consciousness. “Almost all the evil in the world has its origin in the fact that some one is afraid of something.” Valancy stood up. She was still in the clutches of fear, but her soul was her own again. She would not be false to that inner voice.
I like that Valancy did waver here. Even when dying, making changes would be hard to confront when so many people in your life are trying to shape you a certain way. But how perfect is it that her favorite author's words that gave her the courage to go to Dr. Trent in the first place is now an anchor against Dr. Stalling's final test of her resolve to live her life on her own terms!
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cabbagequeen323 · 1 year ago
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John Foster could have written this 🖤
as if nature isn't the most prolific storyteller out there!! with her layers of sediment and mountain-top fossils. with her trodden down paths and carved out river beds. with her fresh springs and billowing waterfalls. rotting branches and hollowed tree trunks... creeping coastlines and collapsing cliff faces... a living record of time immemorial; both an archiver and witness!!
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