cherry valley forever

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
NASA
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todays bird
Not today Justin
we're not kids anymore.
noise dept.
DEAR READER

Andulka
Mike Driver
styofa doing anything
One Nice Bug Per Day
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Monterey Bay Aquarium

shark vs the universe
almost home

ellievsbear

izzy's playlists!
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@anirair
Louis I. Kahn
Temple of Apollo, Corinth, Toward Noon, 1951, and
Temple of Apollo, Corinth, at Sunrise, 1951
Pastel on paper
Kimbell Art Museum
sometimes a bad bitch just needs to sit by the sea
« I have the impression, when I look back on it, that my childhood took place in an era of the scarcity of images. Such a characterization would have seemed odd or even inconceivable at the time, for we already believed ourselves to be overwhelmed by a quantity of images never seen since the beginning of the world. And yet how rare they were in comparison to the overabundance we now have at our fingertips.
We had to wait for them: wait for the films that were shown once on television and shown again only many years later; wait for the magazines that, once a month, brought a cargo of images that seems meager indeed, now that we can find on the internet, for every object and every desire, about as many images as we could wish. Images were a luxury that demanded patience. When we had one in our possession, we treasured it; we cut it out, pasted it into an album. This relative scarcity of images had even made them into a kind of schoolyard currency—a currency now considerably devalued through overinflation. Today, images come one after another, devour each other, replace each other pitilessly, as if to outmatch the boundlessness of our desire. »
— Maël Renouard, Fragments of an Infinite Memory: My Life with the Internet
Plum crazy!
Sunset Magazine July 1964
yes and don’t forget the rapists.
sorry im not giving into the cutting out sweet treats propaganda. life is hard enough