JTShaffer-Author
@jtshaffer-author.bsky.social
Writer of Poetry Drama Fiction Nonfiction
Director Editor Reader of Literature
Painter Metal Sculptor Welder Photographer
Musician Inventor Organic Farmer
Biochar Heirloom Peppers Chickens
Living Planet Proponent
Nature Ethics Climate
Director Editor Reader of Literature
Painter Metal Sculptor Welder Photographer
Musician Inventor Organic Farmer
Biochar Heirloom Peppers Chickens
Living Planet Proponent
Nature Ethics Climate
Eternity is in love with the productions of time.
~Blake
~Blake
December 2, 2025 at 2:13 PM
Eternity is in love with the productions of time.
~Blake
~Blake
Take Your Heaven further on -
This - to Heaven divine Has gone -
Had You earlier blundered in
Possibly, e'en You had seen
An Eternity - put on -
. . .
To the Skies - apologize -
Nearer to Your Courtesies
Than this Sufferer polite -
Dressed to meet You -
See - in White!
~from F672A, Emily Dickinson
This - to Heaven divine Has gone -
Had You earlier blundered in
Possibly, e'en You had seen
An Eternity - put on -
. . .
To the Skies - apologize -
Nearer to Your Courtesies
Than this Sufferer polite -
Dressed to meet You -
See - in White!
~from F672A, Emily Dickinson
December 2, 2025 at 2:11 PM
Take Your Heaven further on -
This - to Heaven divine Has gone -
Had You earlier blundered in
Possibly, e'en You had seen
An Eternity - put on -
. . .
To the Skies - apologize -
Nearer to Your Courtesies
Than this Sufferer polite -
Dressed to meet You -
See - in White!
~from F672A, Emily Dickinson
This - to Heaven divine Has gone -
Had You earlier blundered in
Possibly, e'en You had seen
An Eternity - put on -
. . .
To the Skies - apologize -
Nearer to Your Courtesies
Than this Sufferer polite -
Dressed to meet You -
See - in White!
~from F672A, Emily Dickinson
2 Dec. 1839
One moment of serene and confident life is more glorious than a whole campaign of daring. We should be ready for all issues, not daring to die but daring to live. To the brave even danger is an ally.
In their unconscious daily life all are braver than they know.
~Thoreau’s <Journal>
One moment of serene and confident life is more glorious than a whole campaign of daring. We should be ready for all issues, not daring to die but daring to live. To the brave even danger is an ally.
In their unconscious daily life all are braver than they know.
~Thoreau’s <Journal>
December 2, 2025 at 2:08 PM
2 Dec. 1839
One moment of serene and confident life is more glorious than a whole campaign of daring. We should be ready for all issues, not daring to die but daring to live. To the brave even danger is an ally.
In their unconscious daily life all are braver than they know.
~Thoreau’s <Journal>
One moment of serene and confident life is more glorious than a whole campaign of daring. We should be ready for all issues, not daring to die but daring to live. To the brave even danger is an ally.
In their unconscious daily life all are braver than they know.
~Thoreau’s <Journal>
Some Christmas cards from seasons past.
December 1, 2025 at 8:41 PM
Some Christmas cards from seasons past.
Bluebird in the falling snow.
December 1, 2025 at 8:34 PM
Bluebird in the falling snow.
Hope everyone has a nice week! :)❄️☃️🐦🐿️❄️
A nice welcome to December, with new-fallen snow, it reminds of a clean slate. I've never seen so many cardinals, it's a birdie-party, with blue jays, juncos, chickadees, finches, sparrows, and squirrels join the festivities, extra birdseed for everyone.
A nice welcome to December, with new-fallen snow, it reminds of a clean slate. I've never seen so many cardinals, it's a birdie-party, with blue jays, juncos, chickadees, finches, sparrows, and squirrels join the festivities, extra birdseed for everyone.
December 1, 2025 at 8:25 PM
Hope everyone has a nice week! :)❄️☃️🐦🐿️❄️
A nice welcome to December, with new-fallen snow, it reminds of a clean slate. I've never seen so many cardinals, it's a birdie-party, with blue jays, juncos, chickadees, finches, sparrows, and squirrels join the festivities, extra birdseed for everyone.
A nice welcome to December, with new-fallen snow, it reminds of a clean slate. I've never seen so many cardinals, it's a birdie-party, with blue jays, juncos, chickadees, finches, sparrows, and squirrels join the festivities, extra birdseed for everyone.
<Black Narcissus> from 1947, directed by Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger. Produced by their company, The Archers, distributed by General Film Distributors. Technicolor. Two Academy Awards, for Best Color Cinematography (Jack Cardiff) and Best Color Art Direction (Alfred Junge).
Black Narcissus
YouTube video by YouTube Movies
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November 29, 2025 at 3:14 PM
<Black Narcissus> from 1947, directed by Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger. Produced by their company, The Archers, distributed by General Film Distributors. Technicolor. Two Academy Awards, for Best Color Cinematography (Jack Cardiff) and Best Color Art Direction (Alfred Junge).
29 November, 1850
As you advance, the trees come out of the mist, and take form before your eyes. You are reminded of your dreams. Life looks like a dream. You are prepared to see visions.
~Thoreau's <Journal>
As you advance, the trees come out of the mist, and take form before your eyes. You are reminded of your dreams. Life looks like a dream. You are prepared to see visions.
~Thoreau's <Journal>
November 29, 2025 at 2:35 PM
29 November, 1850
As you advance, the trees come out of the mist, and take form before your eyes. You are reminded of your dreams. Life looks like a dream. You are prepared to see visions.
~Thoreau's <Journal>
As you advance, the trees come out of the mist, and take form before your eyes. You are reminded of your dreams. Life looks like a dream. You are prepared to see visions.
~Thoreau's <Journal>
The morning wind forever blows,
the poem of creation is uninterrupted;
but few are the ears that hear it.
~from <Walden>, Thoreau
the poem of creation is uninterrupted;
but few are the ears that hear it.
~from <Walden>, Thoreau
November 28, 2025 at 5:30 PM
The morning wind forever blows,
the poem of creation is uninterrupted;
but few are the ears that hear it.
~from <Walden>, Thoreau
the poem of creation is uninterrupted;
but few are the ears that hear it.
~from <Walden>, Thoreau
A still - Volcano - Life -
That flickered in the night -
When it was dark enough
to show
Without endangering sight -
~from F517A, Emily Dickinson Archive
That flickered in the night -
When it was dark enough
to show
Without endangering sight -
~from F517A, Emily Dickinson Archive
November 28, 2025 at 5:29 PM
A still - Volcano - Life -
That flickered in the night -
When it was dark enough
to show
Without endangering sight -
~from F517A, Emily Dickinson Archive
That flickered in the night -
When it was dark enough
to show
Without endangering sight -
~from F517A, Emily Dickinson Archive
A delightful classic of Spanish cinema, <¡Bienvenido, Mister Marshall!>. Interesting stories behind the creation of this film released in Spain in 1953 and the US in 1993.🎬🎭🇪🇸
www.youtube.com/watch?v=saSr...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=saSr...
Bienvenido Mister Marshall (1952) Completa
YouTube video by wololooooo
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November 28, 2025 at 6:14 AM
A delightful classic of Spanish cinema, <¡Bienvenido, Mister Marshall!>. Interesting stories behind the creation of this film released in Spain in 1953 and the US in 1993.🎬🎭🇪🇸
www.youtube.com/watch?v=saSr...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=saSr...
Happy Thanksgiving! :D🦃🍂
November 27, 2025 at 4:35 PM
Happy Thanksgiving! :D🦃🍂
Too Loud A Solitude (18 min.; 2007, 35mm)
YouTube video by Genevieve Anderson
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November 27, 2025 at 2:44 PM
When the first chickens were no more than peeping balls of fluff, I cut up a stack of cheapie romance paperbacks & used the shreds for bedding (minus the glossy covers). Eventually the paper scraps went into the garden, & sometimes, hoeing & planting, I'll upturn cryptic snaps of dirty romance.
November 27, 2025 at 2:32 PM
When the first chickens were no more than peeping balls of fluff, I cut up a stack of cheapie romance paperbacks & used the shreds for bedding (minus the glossy covers). Eventually the paper scraps went into the garden, & sometimes, hoeing & planting, I'll upturn cryptic snaps of dirty romance.
Our bodies are our gardens, to the which
our wills are gardeners
~ I.iii.678-9
🎭🎬
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4LYu...
our wills are gardeners
~
🎭🎬
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4LYu...
Othello (1951)
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November 27, 2025 at 2:18 PM
Our bodies are our gardens, to the which
our wills are gardeners
~ I.iii.678-9
🎭🎬
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4LYu...
our wills are gardeners
~
🎭🎬
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4LYu...
I am grateful for what I am and have. My thanksgiving is perpetual. It is surprising how contented one can be with nothing definite, —only a sense of existence.
~Thoreau letter to H.G.O. Blake, 6 December 1856
~Thoreau letter to H.G.O. Blake, 6 December 1856
November 26, 2025 at 3:15 PM
I am grateful for what I am and have. My thanksgiving is perpetual. It is surprising how contented one can be with nothing definite, —only a sense of existence.
~Thoreau letter to H.G.O. Blake, 6 December 1856
~Thoreau letter to H.G.O. Blake, 6 December 1856
In the corrupted currents of this world
Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice,
And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself
Buys out the law (Ham. III.iii.2339ff)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1vIr...
Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice,
And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself
Buys out the law (Ham. III.iii.2339ff)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1vIr...
Hamlet (1996)
YouTube video by YouTube Movies
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November 26, 2025 at 5:30 AM
In the corrupted currents of this world
Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice,
And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself
Buys out the law (Ham. III.iii.2339ff)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1vIr...
Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice,
And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself
Buys out the law (Ham. III.iii.2339ff)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1vIr...
Hope everyone has a nice week! 🍁🐦🐇🍂🐿️Read the Norton <The Golden Age of Spanish Drama>, great. Siglo Oro dramas, very good. 'La vida es sueña' / 'Life is a Dream' by Calderón de la Barca, was my favorite and might paint a scene from the story. Moving on from these two paintings; studies, as it were.
November 23, 2025 at 10:48 PM
Hope everyone has a nice week! 🍁🐦🐇🍂🐿️Read the Norton <The Golden Age of Spanish Drama>, great. Siglo Oro dramas, very good. 'La vida es sueña' / 'Life is a Dream' by Calderón de la Barca, was my favorite and might paint a scene from the story. Moving on from these two paintings; studies, as it were.
Hope everyone has a nice week! :D🍁🍂🍁🍂
November 17, 2025 at 12:21 AM
Hope everyone has a nice week! :D🍁🍂🍁🍂
We like a Hairbreadth
'scape
It tingles in the Mind
Far after Act or
Accident
Like paragraphs of
Wind
If I had ventured
less
The Breeze were not
so fine
That reaches to our
utmost Hair
Its Resonance divine.
~F1247A, Emily Dickinson Archive
'scape
It tingles in the Mind
Far after Act or
Accident
Like paragraphs of
Wind
If I had ventured
less
The Breeze were not
so fine
That reaches to our
utmost Hair
Its Resonance divine.
~F1247A, Emily Dickinson Archive
November 16, 2025 at 3:47 PM
We like a Hairbreadth
'scape
It tingles in the Mind
Far after Act or
Accident
Like paragraphs of
Wind
If I had ventured
less
The Breeze were not
so fine
That reaches to our
utmost Hair
Its Resonance divine.
~F1247A, Emily Dickinson Archive
'scape
It tingles in the Mind
Far after Act or
Accident
Like paragraphs of
Wind
If I had ventured
less
The Breeze were not
so fine
That reaches to our
utmost Hair
Its Resonance divine.
~F1247A, Emily Dickinson Archive
16 November, 1850
My Journal should be the record of my love. I would write in it only of the things I love, my affection for any aspect of the world, what I love to think of . . . I feel ripe for something, yet do nothing, can't discover what that thing is.
~from Thoreau's <Journal>
My Journal should be the record of my love. I would write in it only of the things I love, my affection for any aspect of the world, what I love to think of . . . I feel ripe for something, yet do nothing, can't discover what that thing is.
~from Thoreau's <Journal>
November 16, 2025 at 3:43 PM
16 November, 1850
My Journal should be the record of my love. I would write in it only of the things I love, my affection for any aspect of the world, what I love to think of . . . I feel ripe for something, yet do nothing, can't discover what that thing is.
~from Thoreau's <Journal>
My Journal should be the record of my love. I would write in it only of the things I love, my affection for any aspect of the world, what I love to think of . . . I feel ripe for something, yet do nothing, can't discover what that thing is.
~from Thoreau's <Journal>
Some of our richest days are those in which no sun shines outwardly, but so much the more a sun shines inwardly. I love nature, I love the landscape, because it is so sincere. It never cheats me. It never jests. It is cheerfully, musically earnest. I lie and relie on the earth.
~Thoreau, <Journal>
~Thoreau, <Journal>
November 16, 2025 at 3:39 PM
Some of our richest days are those in which no sun shines outwardly, but so much the more a sun shines inwardly. I love nature, I love the landscape, because it is so sincere. It never cheats me. It never jests. It is cheerfully, musically earnest. I lie and relie on the earth.
~Thoreau, <Journal>
~Thoreau, <Journal>