Imagine an old quarry...
Amnicon Falls, Wisconsin
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation

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@an-old-quarry
Imagine an old quarry...
Amnicon Falls, Wisconsin
Imagine an old hydroelectric plant…
Imagine painted thoughts…
A phrase
you can’t say
to their face
Imagine quick hands and wet cement…
Eager hands
Warm sun
Knowing that what is
Fleeting, unset
Will come to stay
Will come to stay
In this moment, so easily washed away.
So vulnerable early in life
Yet the memory stays
The memory sets
Brining joy to others
That can never have been known
But only expected
Imagine cruising above…
Imagine an old iron works…
Imagine a bright swamp…
you’ve been following me for a long time and idk how i havent clicked your blog before but i did today bc i see ur url all the time and it’s very memorable to me.. I really like your photography! hope u have a nice day :D
Omg thank you so much! I like the collection of dragon ball content you have, it’s like curated best picks of art and text posts lol. I haven’t posted anything here because I’ve been focusing on my degree and… well… my side blog. Which, if you like this blog… I think you might like this one more: @mini-owo .
Imagine the walk home…
Imagine reaching the stars…
Or: The aftermath of the ISS launch, as seen from the backyard.
There’s a poem in there somewhere, one about seeing rockets propel into the sky,
About having space in my backyard, about far away being made tangible by the reoccurring launches overhead,
About how commonplace it is here.
Yet, being so excited to watch the falcon shoot upward until it can’t be seen anymore
About being so invested in the moment
That the thought to capture it didn’t occur
And all I managed to preserve
Was the aftermath.
Imagine beautiful decay…
Imagine a morning commute…
Imagine…
Different textures of the country covered in a layer of snow
Imagine the evening light…
Imagine beached treasures...
Imagine rolling waves....
Sunrise to sunset
Imagine fresh air and sweet ozone...