
Photographer Unknown, (Silver Chain)
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Photographer Unknown, (Silver Chain)

Photographer Unknown, (Leather Straps: Red, Black and Yellow Trim)
“The leather community is largely anarchistic and shares a healthy distrust of power and arrogance.”
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Photographer Unknown, White Kleins

Photographer Unknown, (Freddy Krave: The Stuffed Bear)

Photographer Unknown, (Tattoos and Camo Pants)

Photographer Unknown, (Clansmen of the Desert)
Reblogged with thanks to https://thegaypagan-ca.tumblr.com
Sam Morris: The Mind of a Dancer Never Stops Dancing
“And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon.”
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Reblogged with many thanks to the artist’s site: http://thestarvingartiste.tumblr.com

Photographer Unknown, (A Circular Vision)
“Every man carries with him through life a mirror, as unique and impossible to get rid of as his shadow.”
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Reblogged with thanks to https://lofea.tumblr.com
Photographers Unknown, Lars Stephan: Set Three, Photo Shoots

Photographer Unknown, (The Darkening Sky)
“I remember staying to look at it for a long time, as one would linger within reach of a consoling whisper. The sky was pearly grey. It was one of those overcast days so rare in the tropics, in which memories crowd upon one, memories of other shores, of other faces.”
― Joseph Conrad, Lord Jim
Photographer Unknown, (A Quiet Spot on the Estate)
“Have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn? Or the quiet and calm just as a storm ends? Or perhaps you know the silence when you haven’t the answer to a question you’ve been asked, or the hush of a country road at night, or the expectant pause of a room full of people when someone is just about to speak, or, most beautiful of all, the moment after the door closes and you’re alone in the whole house? Each one is different, you know, and all very beautiful if you listen carefully.”
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Photographer Unknown, (Time’s Pause)
“In bullfighting there is an interesting parallel to the pause as a place of refuge and renewal. It is believed that in the midst of a fight, a bull can find his own particular area of safety in the arena. There he can reclaim his strength and power. This place and inner state are called his querencia. As long as the bull remains enraged and reactive, the matador is in charge. Yet when he finds his querencia, he gathers his strength and loses his fear. From the matador’s perspective, at this point the bull is truly dangerous, for he has tapped into his power.”
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