Mike Driver

shark vs the universe
will byers stan first human second

oozey mess
Jules of Nature
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pixel skylines
todays bird

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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

Love Begins
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YOU ARE THE REASON
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Kiana Khansmith

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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Sheredar River, Russia by Roman Heger
Sentience – SoundCloud
Hör dir Sentience von Vakhtang an auf #SoundCloud
Vibes
The world was so rich it was rotting.
— Clarice Lispector, “Love”; from The Complete Stories (tr. Katrina Dodson)
Lake Cerknica, Slovenia by happy.apple
I think photography is my way of seeing, having replaced or joined writing; this has become more obvious since I got a point and shoot camera (Ricoh GR-III). I put the camera in my pocket, and when I walk or drive anywhere, I pay closer attention. At red lights, I take photographs of buildings with interesting lines or colors, lonely trees in front of a house; the graffiti on the underpass that says "Love more and teach the children"; I notice the shapes of leaves and flowers because I look for the curve that draws me like a bee to pollen, electron to a proton. The looking leads to seeing, which in turn makes it easier to remember to breathe, to untangle my shoulders, and to soften the muscles around my eyes ever so slightly.
I cannot recommend getting lost in the moment with a camera enough.
Strychnine Gouache on paper, 10.75x14.75
“I should be at the club” this “I should be at the club” that. Well for ME, I wish I were out of doors—I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy and free…and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed? Why does my blood rush into a hell of a tumult at a few words? I’m sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills
by Robert Wiedemann
Oimachi, Tokyo 東京 大井町
Tokyo