#RUSHES

[neighbourscat]

𝐖𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒 , rushes by frank ocean

his car sped down the empty road, the wind rushing in through the open windows, whipping through your tight curls as you leaned your head out. your eyes were half-closed, the cool night air brushing against your skin like a soft embrace. you could hear the hum of the engine, steady beneath the sound of the wind, but it all felt distant, like the world had quieted down just for this moment.

your arms rested loosely on the window’s edge, fingertips trailing in the air, feeling the resistance of the breeze as the car picked up speed. the headlights lit up the road ahead, casting long shadows that danced with the flicker of passing streetlights. but you weren’t looking at the road. you were looking up, your gaze fixed on the night sky, vast and endless, stars scattered like freckles across a deep canvas of dark blue.

you took a deep breath, the coolness of the air filling your lungs, and let yourself sink into the moment. there was something freeing about the night — the way the wind howled past your ears, drowning out the noise in your head, the worries you had carried with you for too long. out here, with your head out of the window and the open road ahead, it felt like you could breathe again.

the music played low in the background, soft and melodic, matching the rhythm of your thoughts. it was like the world outside was blurring, the trees and houses flashing by in a streak of darkness, but you were still, floating in your own little space. the stars seemed closer now, almost tangible, as if you could reach out and grab one if you tried hard enough.

the breeze was cold, stinging her cheeks and making your eyes water, but you didn’t mind. there was something exhilarating about it — the sharpness of the air, the rush of the car beneath you, the sense that for once, you didn’t need to hold everything together. you could just be here, in this moment, with your head out of the window, the world spinning away behind you.

the sky stretched out endlessly, and for the first time in a long time, you felt infinite, like the horizon wasn’t something distant, but something you could chase and reach. the wind carried away the weight on your shoulders, and you closed your eyes, feeling the freedom in every gust, in every second the car moved forward, taking you further away from everything you’d been running from . .. . with him.

you smiled, your face tilted toward the sky, your curls tangling wildly in the wind, and for a brief, perfect moment, it felt like nothing else mattered. just you, him, the stars, and the open road.

the bonfire crackled between, flames licking upward into the night sky, casting a warm orange glow on your face .. and his. the beach around was dark, save for the flickering light of the fire and the occasional glow of the moon slipping through the clouds. the ocean waves crashed softly in the distance, a steady rhythm that seemed to sync with the tension in the air.

nicholas sat on the other side, his strong figure framed by the fire, eyes fixed on you. the heat from the flames made everything shimmer slightly, and for a second, it almost felt like a dream, the way his gaze held yours. the light danced across his face, casting shadows that made his expression hard to read — was he lost in thought? was he getting cold feet, or was he feeling the same pull you were?

you could feel your pulse quicken as the moment stretched, your heartbeat drumming louder than the sound of the waves. the warmth of the fire pressed against your skin, but it was his gaze that made your cheeks flush, the intensity in his eyes cutting through the flickering flames. it was as though the world around had fallen away, and all that was left were you and him, suspended in the glowing light of the bonfire.

you didn’t move. nicholas didn’t move. but everything was being said in the silence between. the fire popped, sending tiny embers floating up into the air, but no one flinched. it was like you were locked into this unspoken conversation, words unnecessary. your breath caught in your throat, and you wondered if he could see it — see the way your chest rose and fell a little quicker than usual, the way your fingers tightened around the hem of your hoodie ( his hoodie ) as if trying to keep steady.

for a brief second, you thought about looking away, breaking the tension, but your couldn’t. there was something magnetic about the way he looked at you, something that made you want to dance, feeling the heat of the fire and his gaze all at once. it was like he could see right through you, past the layers of uncertainty, straight into the truth you hadn’t spoken yet.

the flames roared and twisted, lighting up the space between, but it felt like the distance was shrinking. even across the bonfire, you felt closer to nicholas than you had ever before, the space between filled with everything you hadn’t said but he knew. his eyes, steady and intent, told you more than words ever could.

for a second . .. . the world stilled, and it was just you and nicholas — two people sitting across from each other, caught in the light of a fire, feeling everything burn between.

[anamon-book]

ラッシュ ジョン・レチー、柳下毅一郎・訳 白夜書房 装画＝森園みるく

[gbiechele]

Doubling Point Lighthouse  Kennebec River  Arrowsic, Maine

Minolta MD W.Rokkor 24mm f/2.8 lens Minolta MC Rokkor-PF 55mm lens  Sony A7

[sure-thing-casey]

🩶 long live rushes/rushes to 🩶

[idontwanttospoiltheparty]

some bits of Auraveda remind me of Revolution 9 (neutral). there's like similar reverse (?) mellotron-like flutes

[irishgop]

Visual fields and depth of field

[mitjalovse]

To be honest, the superstars from the previous periods somehow ended up being quite prominent in the 90's and their work from then spoke of their fame at that particular time point. For instance, Paul McCartney had a weird period in the 90's. He basked in the legacy of his band, yet he also wished to remind everyone he still cared. McCartney is a fascinating character, when we discuss his music and the 90's presented us with the most intriguing proposition – him doing an electronic music project. The Fireman, his duo with Martin Glover, feels like at times a pop version of many Warp signings. There's something fabulous about him tackling IDM, since he cannot escape his past, but the latter does enrich the soundscapes more than anyone would be willing to admit.

[dbaydenny]

Wild rushes and reeds

borders of wetlands and ponds

nothing much special

musical notes and thatched roofs

a basket to carry woes.

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D W Eldred

[uk3d]

Original Rushes sketch | Limited edition fine art print from an original drawing. Juncaceae is a family of flowering plants, commonly known as the rush family. It consists of 8 genera and about 464 known species of slow-growing, rhizomatous, herbaceous monocotyledonous plants that may superficially resemble grasses and sedges. My sketches start life as hand-drawn graphite images made on cartridge paper. I often work on these with charcoal, oil pastel or Caran d'Ache to create the look I'm after. The artwork is then scanned and finessed digitally ready for fine art printing. This process often referred to as Giclée printing uses the highest standard of printing methods to give gallery quality results that maintain all the details of the original sketch. The graphite pencils I use are Faber-Castel, the oil pastels are Sennelier and the china-graph is Caran d’Ache. The inks are pigment based archive quality (100years+). The heavyweight specialist papers I use are of the best professional quality having a wonderful surface designed specifically for fine art drawings and illustrations. Very limited editions with only ten per size printed. All artwork is signed and includes a certificate of authenticity. The A5 are 5.8" x 8.25" (14.8cm x 21cm) The A4 are 8.25" x 11.7" (21cm x 29.8cm) The A3 are 11.7" x 16.5" (29.8 cm x 42cm) The A2 are 16.5" x 23.4" (42 cm x 59.4cm) Frames not included in price. Free shipping on artwork to UK destinations.

[cahierenblanc]

Since the Dawn of Time, I Guess (2024)

[yarejarehare]

this is my favorite song in the entire universe. the build up, the literal rush at the climax. I want to forever reincarnate and have this song be my favorite song in every version of my soul. this should be in my funeral playlist along with higgs and the full version of acura intergurl.

[listentothistrackbitch]

cut your teeth on sheets in paris

[idreamedof]

Winter sun through rushes. #lochaneilein #lochan #reeds #rushes #rothiemurchus #herecomesthesun #sepiaphotography #sepiatone https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp49FRII__3/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[kristo-flowers]

Common spike-rush

[elizjjwold]

by Elizabeth Johnson-Wold