Beth Levin
@betheena.bsky.social
International concert pianist
Welcome!
Welcome!
stay warm!
(sanniknitting/etsy)
(sanniknitting/etsy)
November 29, 2025 at 1:16 PM
stay warm!
(sanniknitting/etsy)
(sanniknitting/etsy)
Translated from French
Parochet (curtain in front of the ark of the Torah
Rome, 17th century
Parochet (curtain in front of the ark of the Torah
Rome, 17th century
November 29, 2025 at 1:09 PM
Translated from French
Parochet (curtain in front of the ark of the Torah
Rome, 17th century
Parochet (curtain in front of the ark of the Torah
Rome, 17th century
Pity — William Blake
November 29, 2025 at 12:51 PM
Pity — William Blake
a word a day/anu garg
nocturne
\NOK-turn\
noun
1. Music. a piece appropriate to the night or evening.
2. Music. an instrumental composition of a dreamy or pensive character.
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Kenji/ mina lobata
nocturne
\NOK-turn\
noun
1. Music. a piece appropriate to the night or evening.
2. Music. an instrumental composition of a dreamy or pensive character.
****
Kenji/ mina lobata
November 29, 2025 at 12:49 PM
a word a day/anu garg
nocturne
\NOK-turn\
noun
1. Music. a piece appropriate to the night or evening.
2. Music. an instrumental composition of a dreamy or pensive character.
****
Kenji/ mina lobata
nocturne
\NOK-turn\
noun
1. Music. a piece appropriate to the night or evening.
2. Music. an instrumental composition of a dreamy or pensive character.
****
Kenji/ mina lobata
Jules Dupré
Marine - 1870 circa
Musée des Beaux-Arts de Lyon
Marine - 1870 circa
Musée des Beaux-Arts de Lyon
November 29, 2025 at 12:41 PM
Jules Dupré
Marine - 1870 circa
Musée des Beaux-Arts de Lyon
Marine - 1870 circa
Musée des Beaux-Arts de Lyon
Cian McCarthy:
Ever enchanted by...
Deep in The Wild Wood
🎨 Chris Dunn
Ever enchanted by...
Deep in The Wild Wood
🎨 Chris Dunn
November 29, 2025 at 12:36 PM
Cian McCarthy:
Ever enchanted by...
Deep in The Wild Wood
🎨 Chris Dunn
Ever enchanted by...
Deep in The Wild Wood
🎨 Chris Dunn
Good morning! xo
*****
“Music in the soul can be heard by the universe.”
Lao Tzu
(chinateawisdom)
*****
“Music in the soul can be heard by the universe.”
Lao Tzu
(chinateawisdom)
November 29, 2025 at 12:31 PM
Good morning! xo
*****
“Music in the soul can be heard by the universe.”
Lao Tzu
(chinateawisdom)
*****
“Music in the soul can be heard by the universe.”
Lao Tzu
(chinateawisdom)
VenetiaJane's Garden:
Here is the rest of the poem ‘Salute to the Trees’ by Henry Van Dyke.
Here is the rest of the poem ‘Salute to the Trees’ by Henry Van Dyke.
November 29, 2025 at 12:23 PM
VenetiaJane's Garden:
Here is the rest of the poem ‘Salute to the Trees’ by Henry Van Dyke.
Here is the rest of the poem ‘Salute to the Trees’ by Henry Van Dyke.
Edward Hopper - Dune by the Sea (1930), Whitney Museum of American Art, NY
November 29, 2025 at 12:05 PM
Edward Hopper - Dune by the Sea (1930), Whitney Museum of American Art, NY
William Blake
Ah Sun-flower! weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the Sun:
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the travellers journey is done.
Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow:
Ah Sun-flower! weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the Sun:
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the travellers journey is done.
Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow:
November 28, 2025 at 10:56 AM
William Blake
Ah Sun-flower! weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the Sun:
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the travellers journey is done.
Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow:
Ah Sun-flower! weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the Sun:
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the travellers journey is done.
Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow:
Good morning via a cartoon from the Van Gogh museum! xo
November 28, 2025 at 10:41 AM
Good morning via a cartoon from the Van Gogh museum! xo
Lisbeth Reading — Carl Larsson
November 28, 2025 at 10:28 AM
Lisbeth Reading — Carl Larsson
November 28, 2025 at 10:16 AM
Enchanted Booklet
Art by Ida Rentoul Outhwaite
Art by Ida Rentoul Outhwaite
November 28, 2025 at 10:12 AM
Enchanted Booklet
Art by Ida Rentoul Outhwaite
Art by Ida Rentoul Outhwaite
a few from last night....
“For all that has been, Thanks.
To all that shall be, Yes.”
- Dag Hammarskjold
“For all that has been, Thanks.
To all that shall be, Yes.”
- Dag Hammarskjold
November 28, 2025 at 10:07 AM
a few from last night....
“For all that has been, Thanks.
To all that shall be, Yes.”
- Dag Hammarskjold
“For all that has been, Thanks.
To all that shall be, Yes.”
- Dag Hammarskjold
Good morning after Thanksgiving! xo
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reuven dattner, morning coffee
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Dylan O'Sullivan “Taking it easy feels empty unless you’ve done something hard, the vitality of life is found in the contrasts, and by heightening the contrasts you deepen life.”
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reuven dattner, morning coffee
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Dylan O'Sullivan “Taking it easy feels empty unless you’ve done something hard, the vitality of life is found in the contrasts, and by heightening the contrasts you deepen life.”
November 28, 2025 at 10:04 AM
Good morning after Thanksgiving! xo
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reuven dattner, morning coffee
***
Dylan O'Sullivan “Taking it easy feels empty unless you’ve done something hard, the vitality of life is found in the contrasts, and by heightening the contrasts you deepen life.”
***
reuven dattner, morning coffee
***
Dylan O'Sullivan “Taking it easy feels empty unless you’ve done something hard, the vitality of life is found in the contrasts, and by heightening the contrasts you deepen life.”
peaklass:
Yesterday morning was one of those days that you dream of when you realise that winter is almost upon us. In a break from the grey and brown and damp, the land sparkled. Frost dusted every bracken frond, every tree, and the mist on the hills caught the light from the early sun.
Yesterday morning was one of those days that you dream of when you realise that winter is almost upon us. In a break from the grey and brown and damp, the land sparkled. Frost dusted every bracken frond, every tree, and the mist on the hills caught the light from the early sun.
November 28, 2025 at 10:02 AM
peaklass:
Yesterday morning was one of those days that you dream of when you realise that winter is almost upon us. In a break from the grey and brown and damp, the land sparkled. Frost dusted every bracken frond, every tree, and the mist on the hills caught the light from the early sun.
Yesterday morning was one of those days that you dream of when you realise that winter is almost upon us. In a break from the grey and brown and damp, the land sparkled. Frost dusted every bracken frond, every tree, and the mist on the hills caught the light from the early sun.