수선화의 부활

[mlleclaudine]

Baroque Underwater Photography by Christy Lee Rogers

Photographer Christy Lee Rogers produces luminous scenes of swirling figures swathed in colorful fabrics. She creates a painterly quality in her large-scale images not by using wet pigments, but rather by completely submerging her subjects in illuminated water and photographing them at night.

[useless-catalanfacts]

Last colours of the dusk over the “La Punta de la Banya” beach and the salt lakes, Delta de l'Ebre, Catalonia. Photos by Lluís Grau

[coiour-my-world]

Richard Larssen | Winter in Norway

[breadonearth]

my sunset collection (by Joanne Liu)

[marthajefferson]

Lighthouse and its keeper, by Jean Guichard

In 1989 a tempest raged for days on the West coast of Brittany –one of the most dangerous seas in Europe with frequent violent storms, huge waves and strong currents. A photographer, Jean Guichard hired a helicopter to take aerial pictures of the storm despite extremely dangerous flying conditions. The helicopter made it to the lighthouse La Jument and hovered around to take shots of the waves pounding the lighthouse. Inside the tower, the keeper Théodore Malgorn heard the helicopter and went downstairs to see what was going on. At that very moment, a giant wave rose over the rear of the lighthouse and Guichard took his shots as the wave smashed against the tower. Théodore Malgorn, suddenly realising that a giant wave was about to engulf the structure, rushed back inside just in time to save his life. In an interview he said: “If I had been a little further away from the door, I would not have made it back into the tower. And I would be dead today. You cannot play with the sea.” Jean Guichard’s 1989 dramatic storm photo shots became an instant hit and earned him the 2nd place in the 1991 World Press Photo award. (more)

[blackpicture]

[howtoseewithoutacamera]

by Ara Güler

Istanbul. Turkey (1982)

[pleoros]

Hiroji Kubota, USA. New York City. 1989. Aerial view of Manhattan with the Statue of Liberty and the World Trade Center.

[lonelyheartsdeathmetal]

You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. You want your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of every particle that was her beloved child remains with her in this world. You want the physicist to tell your weeping father that amid energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got. And at one point you’d hope that the physicist would step down from the pulpit and walk to your brokenhearted spouse there in the pew and tell him that all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you. And as your widow rocks in the arms of a loving family, may the physicist let her know that all the photons that bounced from you were gathered in the particle detectors that are her eyes, that those photons created within her constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy will go on forever. And the physicist will remind the congregation of how much of all our energy is given off as heat. There may be a few fanning themselves with their programs as he says it. And he will tell them that the warmth that flowed through you in life is still here, still part of all that we are, even as we who mourn continue the heat of our own lives. And you’ll want the physicist to explain to those who loved you that they need not have faith; indeed, they should not have faith. Let them know that they can measure, that scientists have measured precisely the conservation of energy and found it accurate, verifiable and consistent across space and time. You can hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they’ll be comforted to know your energy’s still around. According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of you is gone; you’re just less orderly. Amen.

Aaron Freeman “You Want A Physicist To Speak at your Funeral” (via focloir)

[macrolit]

Think of two people, living together day after day, year after year, in this small space, standing elbow to elbow cooking at the same small stove, squeezing past each other on the narrow stairs, shaving in front of the same small bathroom mirror, constantly jogging, jostling, bumping against each other’s bodies by mistake or on purpose, sensually, aggressively, awkwardly, impatiently, in rage or in love – think what deep though invisible tracks they must leave, everywhere, behind them

A Single Man, Christopher Isherwood (born on this day in 1904)

[thoodleoo]

Megara: Come back to me, even as a shadow! For even as a dream, you are enough.

Euripides, Herakles l.494-495 (via thoodleoo)

[rnahal]

Edison Fan

[purplebuddhaproject]

To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless—it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.

C.S. Lewis (via purplebuddhaproject)

[softwaring]

Shanghai - Michael O’Malley

[lotstradamus]

“The following heart-rending love letter was written by American World War II veteran Brian Keith to Dave, a fellow soldier he met and fell in love with in 1943 while stationed in North Africa. It was penned on the occasion of their anniversary and reprinted in September of 1961 by ONE Magazine, a groundbreaking pro-gay magazine first published in 1953. The original letter is held, I am told, by the Library of Congress.”

(Source: ONE National Gay & Lesbian Archives)

[beautiful-basque-country]

Lighthouse in Gorliz.

[julie911-deactivated20140702]

Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope.

Vincent Van Gogh  (via mirroir)

[wordsnquotes]

I feel like you are something I say in the dark.

Wendy Xu,  “We Are Both Sure To Die,” You Are Not Dead  (via wordsnquotes)