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Photographer Unknown, (Thinking About Breakfast)
“When you wake up in the morning, Pooh,” said Piglet at last, “what’s the first thing you say to yourself?”
“What’s for breakfast?” said Pooh. “What do you say, Piglet?”
“I say, I wonder what’s going to happen exciting today?” said Piglet.
Pooh nodded thoughtfully. “It’s the same thing,” he said.”
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Photographers Unknown, Nine Images to Ponder
“Also at times, on the surface of streams,
Water? bubbles form
And grow and burst
And have no meaning at all
Except that they’re water? bubbles
Growing and bursting.”
—Fernando Pessoa (Alberto Caeiro), The Keeper of Sheep
Photographer Unknown, (Structure)
“It shouldn’t be very difficult for anyone to resist the temptation to force himself into the pattern of the structured man. One needs only to remember that a groove may be safe–but that, as one wears away at it, the groove becomes first a rut and finally a grave.”
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Nergigante versus Nargacuga
Reblogged with thanks to the artist’s site https://fluffedwings.tumblr.com
Photographer Unknown, (The Morning Shower)
When their bodies had finished scouring for gaps in the door, their souls rose up. When their fingernails had scratched at the wood and in some cases were nailed into it by the sheer force of desperation, their spirits came toward me, into my arms, and we climbed out of those shower facilities, onto the roof and up, into eternity’s certain breadth. They just kept feeding me. Minute after minute. Shower after shower.”
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Photographer Unknown, (The Lowcountry)
“I loved these salt rivers more than I loved the sea; I loved the movement of tides more than I loved the fury of surf. Something in me was congruent with this land, something affirmed when I witnessed the startled, piping rush of shrimp or the flash of starlight on the scales of mullet. I could feel myself relax and change whenever I returned to the lowcountry and saw the vast green expanses of marsh, feminine as lace, delicate as calligraphy. The lowcountry had its own special ache and sting.”
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Ten Images for the Beginning of November
“November; Crows are approaching – Wounded leaves fall to the ground.”
― Sir Kristian Goldmund Aumann
Photographer Unknown, (A Square with Two Men)
Ten Images, Tomorrow the Rush of Men
“Tomorrow the rush of men, all working for a living, would drown him; but now, at this moment, in this soft green twilight, this soft green Sunday evening, when the heart of the world seemed to lie beating in the palm of his hand, he sat in that huge house upstairs terrified that he would never live.”
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Photographer Unknown, (The Hallway Door)
Wet White Tiles
“He ran on the white tiles up through the tunnels, ignoring the escalators, because he wanted to feel his feet move, arms swing, lungs clench, unclench, feel his throat go raw with air.”
-Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
Un deux trois quatre…Respire, il faut que tu respire …
Un deux, trois, quatre …Respire …
Photographers Unknown, The Parts and Pieces Making a Whole: Set Three
“A culture, like an individual, is a more or less consistent pattern of thought and action. Each people further and further consolidates its experience, and in proportion to the urgency of these drives, the heterogenous items of behaviour take more and more congruous shape.
Such patterning of culture cannot be ignored as if it were an unimportant detail. The whole, as modern science is insisting in many fields, is not merely the sum of all its parts, but the result of a unique arrangement and interrelation of the parts that has brought about a new entity.”
― Ruth Benedict, Patterns of Culture
The Black Bowler Derby
The bowler hat, also known as the billycock, is a hard felt hat with a rounded crown, originally created by London hat-makers Thomas and William Bowler during 1849, It has traditionally been worn with semi-formal and informal attire. The bowler, a protective and durable had style, was popular with the British, Irish, and American working classes during the second half of the nineteenth centrury.
Photographer Unknown, (The Sofa with Plaid Pillows), Photo Shoot