A Peek Inside the Life of a Florist
Florist and photographer of Erin Benzakein of Floret Flowers showcases daily the simple pleasures of being a florist in Washington.
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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A Peek Inside the Life of a Florist
Florist and photographer of Erin Benzakein of Floret Flowers showcases daily the simple pleasures of being a florist in Washington.
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Intricately Detailed Plates Made With Hundreds of Tiny Painted Dots
Alex Mazurov & Anastasia Glebova: Faroe Islands
Hungarian model and actor Donath Szatmári photographed by Sam Scott Schiavo.
Anna Syberg - Roser
Surely everyone is aware of the divine pleasures which attend a wintry fireside; candles at four o’clock, warm hearthrugs, tea, a fair tea-maker, shutters closed, curtains flowing in ample draperies to the floor, whilst the wind and rain are raging audibly without.
Thomas de Quincey..Confessions of an English Opium Eater (via pagewoman)
Konstantin Levin
Konstantin Levin wants nothing more than he wants to join the laboring baristas behind the counter. He sneaks into a green apron and begins working alongside the baristas. The incessant, nearly mechanical work strikes him as beautiful, in its own way. An inner peace swells inside him.
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[…] I had found myself standing in a ley of misnamed yellow calla lilies thinking: That’s surely the shape of the heart: open yet twisting something strange, not at all delicate at its core.
Olena Kalytiak Davis, from “Sleep Was An Inlet,” And Her Soul Out Of Nothing (via lifeinpoetry)
We have entered each other’s atmosphere In isolation, the way a bee knows The deep shadows in the folds of a flower But doesn’t know what a bouquet is,
Rowan Ricardo Phillips, from “Little Songs,” Paris Review (no. 218, Fall 2016)
our separating selves become museums filled with skilfully stuffed memories
E.E. Cummings, from “Four,” Is 5 (Liveright, 1970) (via metaphorformetaphor)