Imagine an old quarry...

Stone walls still standing, ghosts of quarrymen wander about, once powerful machines now inert, and the youth of today gather to share stories with the old walls... if only those walls could talk... | Vinny |

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Imagine an old quarry...

Amnicon Falls, Wisconsin

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Imagine an old hydroelectric plant…

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Imagine painted thoughts…

A phrase

you can’t say

to their face

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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

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Imagine cruising above…

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Imagine an old iron works…

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Imagine a bright swamp…

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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 .

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Imagine the walk home…

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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.

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Imagine beautiful decay…

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Imagine a morning commute…

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Imagine…

Different textures of the country covered in a layer of snow

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Imagine the evening light…

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Imagine beached treasures...

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Imagine rolling waves....

Sunrise to sunset

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Imagine fresh air and sweet ozone...