All items exhibited on the picture origins from flee markets in a period of 30 years.
Now filling every empty space in our hallway.
Selected Poems by Emily DickinsonEmily Dickinson is a favorite.
I died for beauty but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.
He questioned softly why I failed?
"For beauty," I replied.
"And I for truth,--the two are one;
We brethren are," he said.
And so, as kinsmen met a night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.
She somehow connects well with sepia.