Happy summer|winter, everyone! ☀️❄️
Thank you to the Echidna Tracks #haiku editors Marilyn Humbert and Gavin Austin for creating this historic occasion.
@wolftwinthomas.bsky.social calls it:
The Blue Ridge Tré sandwich.
@tregallery.com calls it:
The T & T sandwich.
🐾 #PaintbyWords 🥪 #WolfTwins 🐾
![The painting is Reading Woman in the Forest by Gyula Benczur (1875). It depicts a woman in a Victorian black dress and straw hat, laying propped up on her side, on a red and green tartan blanket, reading a book in the forest. The ground is inclined, sloping down toward the right. The trunks and roots of large trees fill the background, and a beige parasol lays next to her on the left. [Image courtesy of the Hungarian National Gallery.]
This is paired with a poem by Wendell Berry:
The Peace of Wild Things
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:txsbhx2dd3z5glxu7hgfmebd/bafkreies45jc4aqx5gd2keom77c7fvbk6drskaedifnaekjuybibj75sbq)
![A painting by Robert S. Duncanson (1821–1872), Lancaster, NH from Guild Hall, Vermont (1862), depicts a gorgeous landscape scene with tall clouds that wisp towards the blue sky peeking at the top. Below, there are rolls of distant mountains that fold into fields and a winding river that disappears into the surrounding trees. To the right, a tall tree stands just before a roadway with tiny people walking its stretch. At the base of the far mountain, you can just make out the glint of roofs, hinting at Lancaster. [Image courtesy of Museum of Fine Arts, Boston; The John Axelrod Collection, Frank B. Bemis Fund, Charles H. Bayley Fund, and The Heritage Fund for a Diverse Collection (2011.1792)]
The art is paired with a poem by Oodgeroo Noonuccal:
A Song Of Hope
Look up, my people,
The dawn is breaking,
The world is waking
To a new bright day,
When none defame us,
No restriction tame us,
Nor colour shame us,
Nor sneer dismay.
Now brood no more
On the years behind you,
The hope assigned you
Shall the past replace,
When a juster justice
Grown wise and stronger
Points the bone no longer
At a darker race.
So long we waited
Bound and frustrated,
Till hate be hated
And caste deposed;
Now light shall guide us,
No goal denied us,
And all doors open
That long were closed.
See plain the promise,
Dark freedom-lover!
Night’s nearly over,
And though long the climb,
New rights will greet us,
New mateship meet us,
And joy complete us
In our new Dream Time.
To our fathers’ fathers
The pain, the sorrow;
To our children’s children
The glad tomorrow.](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:txsbhx2dd3z5glxu7hgfmebd/bafkreig23xsarw3ak2c6lmwwitgim6xmqjwpcm5c7nioaqcrjhral5yrii)
