Printable Vintage Art: New England Road by Childe Hassam

New England Road, c1902
by Childe Hassam (1859–1935)

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No man is brave that has never walked a hundred miles. If you want to know the truth of who you are, walk until not a person knows your name. Travel is the great leveler, the great teacher, bitter as medicine, crueler than mirror-glass. A long stretch of road will teach you more about yourself than a hundred years of quiet introspection.
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear

Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love - that makes life and nature harmonise. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one's very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.
― George Eliot, George Eliot’s Life, as Related in her Letters and Journals

You can download a digitally enhanced version of the vintage painting (as seen above) as a high-res 10” x 10” @ 300 ppi JPEG here.


Digitally enhanced reproductions of public domain fine art are shared under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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That old September feeling, left over from school days, of summer passing, vacation nearly done, obligations gathering, books and football in the air ... Another fall, another turned page: there was something of jubilee in that annual autumnal beginning, as if last year's mistakes had been wiped clean by summer.
― Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose

Photo of autmn woods by the pond © FieldandGarden.com. All rights reserved.

Vintage Illustrated Nature Poem: Roses by Edgar Fawcett + Printable Vintage Art: Roses (Flowers with a Beetle) by Marija Auersperg Attems

ROSES
by EDGAR FAWCETT

Oh, the queen of all the roses, it can never be denied,
Is the heavy crimson rose of velvet leaf!
There is such a gracious royalty about her vivid bloom,
That among all charming kindred she is chief!

Then the fainter-shaded roses, in their balmy damask pride,
Group like satellites about one's central star,―
Royal princesses, of whom we can discover at a glance
What aristocrats the dainty creatures are!

Then those tender gauzy roses, clustered closely on their vines,
They are gentle maids of honor, I am told;
But the pompous yellow roses, these are sneered at, it is said,
For so showing off the color of their gold!

And the roses that are powerless to boast of any time,
Unsullied as the snow itself in hue,
These are pious nuns, I fancy, who perhaps may murmur prayers
Very softly upon rosaries of dew!

But the delicate pink roses that one meets in quiet lanes,
Gleaming pale upon a background of clear green,
Why, these are only peasant girls, who never go to court,
But are loyal little subjects of their queen!

Late 19th century (Victorian) children's poem of roses by Edgar Fawcett. You can find a printable copy of the poem as a high-res 6” x 5” @ 300 ppi JPEG without a watermark here. Vintage painting by Marija Auersperg Attems (1816–1880) is called “Roses (Flowers with a Beetle)” and can be downloaded as a 12” x 15” @ 300 ppi JPEG here.


Poem is from my personal collection of ephemera. These images are to be incorporated into your creative works. Not for resale “as-is.” Credit to FieldandGarden.com appreciated but not required. Digitally enhanced reproductions of public domain fine art are shared under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.

It is the time you have wasted for your rose
that makes your rose so important.
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

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Printable Vintage Garden Illustration: A Delightful Summer Walk

One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.
― Antonio Porchia

When we think of the past it's the beautiful things we pick out.
We want to believe it was all like that.
― Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale

That's how you get deathless, volchitsa.
Walk the same tale over and over, until you wear a groove in the world,
until even if you vanished, the tale would keep turning, keep playing, like a phonograph,
and you'd have to get up again,
even with a bullet through your eye, to play your part and say your lines.
― Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless

Early 20th century illustration of two women walking through a garden surrounding a lake. 10” x 11” @ 300 ppi JPEG without a watermark here


From my personal collection of ephemera. These images are to be incorporated into your creative works. Not for resale “as-is.” Credit to FieldandGarden.com appreciated but not required.