Bellatrix

[ashtreelane]

[shaking you violently] stop trying to "find your style" just draw just draw just draw just draw THE WAY YOU DRAW IS YOUR STYLE. YOU CAN'T FIND IT . IT IS INHERENT TO YOU . YOUR "STYLE" IS THE WAY THAT YOU DRAW . JUST DRAW WHATS FUN TO YOU

[luckydiorxoxo]

Ayo Edebiri by Tyler Mitchell for Vogue US

[somosinevitables]

Fairy Glen - Isle of Skye (Scotland)

[vintagehomecollection]

Stick-back chairs, a pine settle and a scrubbed deal table furnish a typical English country kitchen, where the children's paintings decorating the walls are as natural as a jug of garden flowers.

Country Kitchens, 1991

[7-aliens]

[vintagehomecollection]

The look of country has always been about bringing the colors of nature inside. Here, cabinets painted robin's egg blue with yellow accent trim that matches adjacent walls set a lively mood in an English country kitchen.

Kitchens, 1997

[vintagehomecollection]

House Beautiful Weekend Homes, 1990

[amethystsoda]

Why Hawaii needs a break from tourism — perspective from local resident palanichang on tiktok

[vintagehomecollection]

A window wall is given definition with a stepped placement of tiered panes and mullions. Steven David Ehrlich, architect. [Photograph: Tim Street-Porter]

Inside Today’s Home, 1986

[emmebeephotography]

Kisses    Mourning Doves  Tucson, AZ   January 2020

[quiet-nymph]

All rights reserved by cadreg@tt on Flickr

[vintagehomecollection]

Deck & Patio Styles, 1996

[mountainbaby25]

Chasing waterfalls.

[furordinaricvs]

Cat resting on a cross of Orthodox church in Perast, Montenegro.

[allthingseurope]

Bled, Slovenia (by Richard)

[sivavakkiyar]

Herzog was real for this

[anxeious]

[oncewild]

thinking about this bit from an article by Ann Druyan in 2003:

“When my husband died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me – it still sometimes happens – and ask me if Carl changed at the end and converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again. Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous – not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance… That pure chance could be so generous and so kind… That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of time… That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and it’s much more meaningful… The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived.

That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday.

I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.”