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I tumblr in Bright Ribbon Grass now.

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Asako Narahashi - Half Awake and Half Asleep in the Water (2008)

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101 followers

I promised myself that when this tumblr--my first one--reached a hundred followers, I would give it some much needed attention. Inspiration flowed today. Sometimes I get bored with my themes, but I decided that re-exploration isn't too bad. I've reached the limit of wholly using other persons' images. I often get frustrated at not finding the particular photo I want and I think how I could make it myself.

A gentle reminder that I blog with the themes 10-posts-to-a-page limit in mind. You can discern the themes better by visiting the tumblr directly. 

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Mile End River (2012)

Watercolour on T.H. Saunders paper

Delford T. Wilson

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From his “Ghana" series

Denis Dailleux

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Nadia Huggins (c) Photography

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"Pulling the Net" series

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the afronauts

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Nadia Huggins

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Peace on Earth, #1

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http://shez-a-bitch.tumblr.com

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A Letter From Mama (1916-1999)

Don’t worry: Everything is fine. You’ll be amazed to find out life is another word for pain. Now, all I do is sing.

Marilyn Nelson

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Visit Original Link

Art by Todd Arsenault

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The Thing Had Wings

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The thing had wings that flapped flapped in the dark of the skull

You let it be they said we don’t care to know about it you keep it it is yours

But the thing kept going flap flap flap

So he got himself a lance and he practised tilting tilting

till one day when the thing went flap he climbed on his practised horse and galloped into the dark

He rammed the lance in its gullet and dragged it into the light

But here the thing seemed beautiful so he wiped off the dust and the blood and put it on display making sure to pin the wings

Mervyn Morris

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What I thought was stillness was not stillness. What else would a tall girl love but hills to stand on and look out from? Why shouldn’t it have begun in Lincoln Park, straddling the cannon, or in Long View Park, straddling the bronze lion, or in my first true place, the 38th Street cemetery? What did I know, pinching the best flowers from dead bouquets, having my first kiss? I thought my mind was made of what I liked to see, and why not endlessly pretend to be on camera? After marriage, I watched my husband run uphill through head-high corn to see me. Who wouldn’t mistake that happiness for power since it seemed there was a stillness in it that must be what the powerful feel when what they want moves closer. Who would have thought that moving to the mountains with my darling and my broken back and our beautiful tall son would show me so clearly and so soon how long I was terrified?

—Kathleen Peirce, “Height” Photography Credit Rinko Kawauchi

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Grand Bend, Ontario

Robb North

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