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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>a collection of compelling stuff belonging to one Carly Dove</description><title>this dove's nest</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @thisdovesnest)</generator><link>http://thisdovesnest.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Nightmare, Artie Shaw. 1938. A great piece of music.</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="299" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/K0lH8OM8gmI?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nightmare, Artie Shaw. 1938. A great piece of music.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thisdovesnest.tumblr.com/post/19147701085</link><guid>http://thisdovesnest.tumblr.com/post/19147701085</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 23:22:50 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Always time for tea. This exhibit courtesy of Sunderland Museum.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0dqydPoOM1qgakeio1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Always time for tea. This exhibit courtesy of Sunderland Museum.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thisdovesnest.tumblr.com/post/18750123845</link><guid>http://thisdovesnest.tumblr.com/post/18750123845</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Mar 2012 21:42:12 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>white tipped fir</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzyxpeMgrv1qgakeio1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzyxpeMgrv1qgakeio2_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;white tipped fir&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thisdovesnest.tumblr.com/post/18272018728</link><guid>http://thisdovesnest.tumblr.com/post/18272018728</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Feb 2012 21:44:00 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>"The secret of success is concentrating interest in life, interest in sports and good times, interest..."</title><description>“The secret of success is concentrating interest in life, interest in sports and good times, interest in your studies, interest in your fellow students, interest in the small things of nature, insects, birds, flowers, leaves, etc. In other words to be fully awake to everything about you &amp; the more you learn the more you can appreciate &amp; get a full measure of joy &amp; happiness out of life.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;LeRoy Pollock writing to 16 year old son Jackson&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.brainpickings.org/index.php/2012/02/02/jackson-pollock-father-letter/" target="_blank"&gt;Brain Pickings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://thisdovesnest.tumblr.com/post/18271471256</link><guid>http://thisdovesnest.tumblr.com/post/18271471256</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Feb 2012 21:35:02 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Oh, To Be a Kid Again: A very short story   </title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;The air felt like it could have been cut with a butter knife on that mid August afternoon. A late summer thunderstorm hung in the sky 20 miles west, a normal occurrence this time of year, which made the air thick and heavy. The clouds hadn’t quite reached the Devereux home yet and so the sun was still visible high overhead. Gnats buzzed and flew around each other aimlessly on the 159 year old porch, as if they too wanted inside, away from the heat and humidity. Remnants of lunch were left strewn on the porch steps. Sweet tea and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, the only thing the Devereux kids had eaten all summer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p2"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;Annabelle and her little brother Bobby were now sitting at the weathered front bay window of their Nana Cecily&amp;#8217;s house, watching intently down the long graveled, tree lined driveway. The conditions outside had just been too much for them to bear and they’d retreated indoors. Nana, of course didn&amp;#8217;t have any air conditioning in her house, as the Devereux home hadn’t gone through a major renovation since the invention of such a luxury. All she had were a few old vintage looking fans in front of which she placed bowls full of block ice. The ice helped, but the children sat miserable, too drained to joke and play fight as they usually did at home in the city at this time of day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p2"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;“Why oh why do mom and dad stick me here?” 12 year old Annabelle thought to herself as she sat there with Bobby, still staring out the window. She was just too old now to be spending summers at her Nana&amp;#8217;s house. In fact, at that very moment she would have rather been at camp with her two best friends Vivi and Darla, where she imagined them swinging on a rope into the lake, horseback riding, and eating s&amp;#8217;mores around a big campfire with the rest of the campers. She sat bitterly still, silently daydreaming of dancing with the cutest boy in school at the end-of-camp dance, until the noise she and her brother had been waiting for all day made their ears prick up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p2"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;The familiar song got them into action. They hopped up quickly and were out the door in a flash, jumping over the leftover lunch, and running down the same rough graveled driveway they had been staring down for the last hour. The driveway seemed to stretch on forever, but Annabelle and Bobby just kept running, not wanting to miss their daily, ice cold fix. Bobby pulled ahead, as Annabelle unconsciously slowed down. Just as the ice cream truck approached the end of the driveway, Bobby’s little legs reached it first in triumph, with Annabelle pulling up behind him, both almost running into the side of the truck out of sheer inertia. They had made it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p2"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;Annabelle completely forgot about Vivi, Darla, s’mores and the end of camp dance, as she walked back up the driveway with Bobby, vanilla ice cream dripping down her chin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;-Carly Dove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thisdovesnest.tumblr.com/post/18012606291</link><guid>http://thisdovesnest.tumblr.com/post/18012606291</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Feb 2012 16:00:05 +0000</pubDate><category>creative writing</category><category>short story</category><category>innocence</category><category>simple life</category></item><item><title>nil desperandum</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lznkn0lDfu1qgakeio1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;nil desperandum&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thisdovesnest.tumblr.com/post/17893482044</link><guid>http://thisdovesnest.tumblr.com/post/17893482044</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Feb 2012 18:28:12 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>bright blue skies in Mowbray Park today</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lznk9k8Z021qgakeio1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;bright blue skies in Mowbray Park today&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thisdovesnest.tumblr.com/post/17893030635</link><guid>http://thisdovesnest.tumblr.com/post/17893030635</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Feb 2012 18:20:08 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Beautiful spot for Marni at H&amp;M, directed by Sofia Coppola....</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9wK-CgE8mdI?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beautiful spot for Marni at H&amp;M, directed by Sofia Coppola. Music, “Avalon” by Bryan Ferry, is one of my favorites.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;From H&amp;M:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Set in Marrakesh, Morocco, Academy Award and Golden Globe winner Sofia Coppola has directed this commercial for the Marni at H&amp;M collection. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Director of Photography: Harris Savides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Stylists: Lucinda Chambers and Michelle Rafferty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Models/actors: Imogen Poots and Sam Hayes. Antonine Peduzzi, Nicolas Peduzzi, Annabelle Dexter Jones, Charlie Klarsfeld , Liu Wen, Jonatan Frenck and Langley Fox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Featured song: “Avalon”, by Bryan Ferry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Marni at H&amp;M is available in selected stores and online on March 8th, except in Japan and Singapore where the collection launch is scheduled for March 10th, 2012.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thisdovesnest.tumblr.com/post/17815368924</link><guid>http://thisdovesnest.tumblr.com/post/17815368924</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Feb 2012 10:00:06 +0000</pubDate><category>video</category><category>fashion</category><category>travel</category><category>music</category></item><item><title>via talkativolive:
Excerpt of a letter from Zelda To Scott...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lz7vr5HqGw1qgfqbpo1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://talkativolive.tumblr.com/post/17736114825/sweetheart-please-please-dont-be-so" target="_blank"&gt;talkativolive&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;Excerpt of a letter from Zelda To Scott Fitzgerald, in Spring of 1919.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Sweetheart,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Please, please don’t be so depressed — We’ll be married soon, and then these lonesome nights will be over forever — and until we are, I am loving, loving every tiny minute of the day and night — Maybe you won’t understand this, but sometimes when I miss you most, it’s hardest to write — and you always know when I make myself — Just the ache of it all — and I can’t tell you. If we were together, you’d feel how strong it is — you’re so sweet when you’re melancholy. I love your sad tenderness — when I’ve hurt you — That’s one of the reasons I could never be sorry for our quarrels — and they bothered you so — Those dear, dear little fusses, when I always tried so hard to make you kiss and forget —&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Scott — there’s nothing in all the world I want but you — and your precious love — All the material things are nothing. I’d just hate to live a sordid, colorless existence — because you’d soon love me less — and less — and I’d do anything — anything — to keep your heart for my own — I don’t want to live — I want to love first, and live incidentally — Why don’t you feel that I’m waiting — I’ll come to you, Lover, when you’re ready — Don’t don’t ever think of the things you can’t give me — You’ve trusted me with the dearest heart of all — and it’s so damn much more than anybody else in all the world has ever had —&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;How can you think deliberately of life without me — If you should die — O Darling — darling Scott — It’d be like going blind. I know I would, too, — I’d have no purpose in life — just a pretty — decoration. Don’t you think I was made for you? I feel like you had me ordered — and I was delivered to you — to be worn — I want you to wear me, like a watch — charm or a button hole boquet — to the world. And then, when we’re alone, I want to help — to know that you can’t do anything without me.”&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://thisdovesnest.tumblr.com/post/17784688127</link><guid>http://thisdovesnest.tumblr.com/post/17784688127</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Feb 2012 22:07:33 +0000</pubDate><category>love</category><category>literature</category></item><item><title>winter walk in the park</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ly5g26zJwY1qgakeio1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;winter walk in the park&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thisdovesnest.tumblr.com/post/16223591879</link><guid>http://thisdovesnest.tumblr.com/post/16223591879</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Jan 2012 12:58:54 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>remnants of the old part of queen alexandra bridge in...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llvj53YuHG1qi4169o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;remnants of the old part of queen alexandra bridge in sunderland&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://properchange.tumblr.com/post/5908266234" target="_blank"&gt;properchange&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;On my way to work… North Queen Alexandra Bridge.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://thisdovesnest.tumblr.com/post/5927536715</link><guid>http://thisdovesnest.tumblr.com/post/5927536715</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 May 2011 13:16:21 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>I’ve never wanted to visit Paris more than I do right now,...</title><description>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/18886355?title=0&amp;byline=0&amp;portrait=0" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’ve never wanted to visit Paris more than I do right now, after watching this lovely piece of film!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://anthropologie.tumblr.com/post/5867797711" target="_blank"&gt;anthropologie&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I love this “Live the Language” video series. The Paris video is my favorite - it makes me want to take a trip overseas for flowers and macarons.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Via: &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/18886355" target="_blank"&gt;Albin Holmqvist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://thisdovesnest.tumblr.com/post/5877891302</link><guid>http://thisdovesnest.tumblr.com/post/5877891302</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 May 2011 23:35:00 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>breathtaking.
by TSO Photography</title><description>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/22439234" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;breathtaking.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;by &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://vimeo.com/terjes"&gt;TSO Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thisdovesnest.tumblr.com/post/5715475595</link><guid>http://thisdovesnest.tumblr.com/post/5715475595</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 May 2011 02:08:00 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>ckck:

The first air show at the Grand Palais in Paris, France....</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfbx6mgxO01qz7o2mo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://ckck.tumblr.com/post/2941974768" target="_blank"&gt;ckck&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The first air show at the Grand Palais in Paris, France. September 30th, 1909. Photographed in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Autochrome" target="_blank"&gt;Autochrome Lumière&lt;/a&gt; by Léon Gimpel.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://thisdovesnest.tumblr.com/post/5543408595</link><guid>http://thisdovesnest.tumblr.com/post/5543408595</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 May 2011 14:08:35 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>properchange:

99 at the beach. Delicious.
</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljz3h47ntL1qi4169o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://properchange.tumblr.com/post/4788290133" target="_blank"&gt;properchange&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;99 at the beach. Delicious.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://thisdovesnest.tumblr.com/post/4788554402</link><guid>http://thisdovesnest.tumblr.com/post/4788554402</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Apr 2011 00:00:29 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>roker beach</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljhoucDLJv1qgakeio1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;roker beach&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thisdovesnest.tumblr.com/post/4591033410</link><guid>http://thisdovesnest.tumblr.com/post/4591033410</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Apr 2011 00:00:06 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>walk through roker park</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljhmwtV51P1qgakeio1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;walk through roker park&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thisdovesnest.tumblr.com/post/4579924143</link><guid>http://thisdovesnest.tumblr.com/post/4579924143</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Apr 2011 15:01:05 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>spring time</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljhmouHNG81qgakeio1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;spring time&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thisdovesnest.tumblr.com/post/4576179146</link><guid>http://thisdovesnest.tumblr.com/post/4576179146</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Apr 2011 10:00:05 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>properchange:

Backhouse Park, Sunderland @ Sunset. On a Walk...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljjzo2LIkD1qi4169o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://properchange.tumblr.com/post/4557957172" target="_blank"&gt;properchange&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Backhouse Park, Sunderland @ Sunset. On a Walk with Carly.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://thisdovesnest.tumblr.com/post/4565334120</link><guid>http://thisdovesnest.tumblr.com/post/4565334120</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Apr 2011 00:50:50 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>high force, teesdale</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljhmjrFuTv1qgakeio1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;high force, teesdale&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thisdovesnest.tumblr.com/post/4549268824</link><guid>http://thisdovesnest.tumblr.com/post/4549268824</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Apr 2011 10:00:07 +0100</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
