Watching the rain.

if i look back, i am lost
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Watching the rain.
The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found A hedgehog jammed up against the blades, Killed. It had been in the long grass. I had seen it before, and even fed it, once. Now I had mauled its unobtrusive world Unmendably. Burial was no help: Next morning I got up and it did not. The first day after a death, the new absence Is always the same; we should be careful Of each other, we should be kind While there is still time.
"The Mower" by Phillip Larkin, 1979
King’s College, Cambridge, and the Chapel.
Photographed by James Valentine, ca. 1870 - 1880, via the Cornell University Library.
Art is in the Anatomy.
A little bit of abstracted cardiology never hurt on a Friday morning.
Sunrise over Porkkala, Kirkkonummi, Finland (via flickr)
Shinjuku 01 by DFD’81 on Flickr.
Top de la Major (by by Ophelia photos)
Lesson of the Day
Don't put on your contacts the morning after you chopped up jalapenos for dinner.
This is how I feel today.
So true!
2.5 weeks of O. Chem to go...aaaaaaah >.<
This is the sort of monk I would be. (from Kate Beaton)
Sunrise at Lake Bled, Slovenia (via flickr)
Monasteries at Méteora, Greece
'Napoleon on the Borodino Heights', by Vasily Vereshchagin
I love how Napoleon looks like he's both deep in thought and sulking.
Arrivederci, mostro! (by Paolino per gli Amici)