Under The Skin (2014) dir.Jonathan Glazer

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Under The Skin (2014) dir.Jonathan Glazer
I’ve often thought of the forest as a living cathedral, but this might diminish what it truly is. If I have understood Koyukon teachings, the forest is not merely an expression or representation of sacredness, nor a place to invoke the sacred; the forest is sacredness itself. Nature is not merely created by God; nature is God. Whoever moves within the forest can partake directly of sacredness, experience sacredness with his entire body, breathe sacredness and contain it within himself, drink the sacred water as a living communion, bury his feet in sacredness, touch the living branch and feel the sacredness, open his eyes and witness the burning beauty of sacredness.
Richard K. Nelson, The Island Within
I took these photos with my Yashica 635 last winter on an abnormally warm and perfectly gloomy day.
by Nikolaus S.
William Morris Love is Enough (or the Freeing of Pharamond) 1873 Forest green cloth with gold stamping 7 ¾ x 5 ½ inches
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Every moment of our life belongs to the present only for a moment; then it belongs for ever to the past.
Arthur Schopenhauer, On the Suffering of the World
An obscenely dreamy day to be here.
I tell myself I am searching for something. But more and more, it feels like I am wandering, waiting for something to happen to me, something that will change everything, something that my whole life has been leading up to.
Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed
“Spanish Moon Moth” by Olivier Bouteleux
“The Nymph caught the Dryad in her arms.” The New World Fairy Book Howard Angus Kennedy Illus. by H.R. Millar London: J.M. Dent & Co., 1904.
John Atkinson Grimshaw, Midsummer Night (1876). Oil on canvas.
SPECTROPIA BOOK OF GHOSTS - 1866