Matthew Simmonds. Marble.
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Matthew Simmonds. Marble.
Matthew Simmonds. Marble.
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f a c e t s / o f / b e a u t y
detail from a painting of Luca Pacioli by Jacopo Barbari 1495
solar eclipse.
vintage glass plate negatives, collection of lick observatory. contact prints, linda connor.
"The [wo]man who follows the crowd will usually go no further than the crowd. The [wo]man who walks alone is likely to find [her]self in places no one has ever been before.”
Eda LaShan, The Wonderful Crisis of Middle Age (*original quote attrib. to Alan Ashley-Pitt)
jean landry
In Blackwater Woods, by Mary Oliver
Look, the trees
are turning
their own bodies
into pillars
of light,
are giving off the rich
fragrance of cinnamon
and fulfillment,
the long tapers
of cattails
are bursting and floating away over
the blue shoulders
of the ponds,
and every pond,
no matter what its
name is, is
nameless now.
Every year
everything
I have ever learned
in my lifetime
leads back to this: the fires
and the black river of loss
whose other side
is salvation,
whose meaning
none of us will ever know.
To live in this world
you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it
against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go.
TILDA SWINTON FOR W MAGAZINE
Heroine
peony season
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