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[eloquentedition]

Drafting machine for technical drawings, invented 1901.

Via Le Cime

[eloquentedition]

Drafting machine for technical drawings, invented 1901.

Via Le Cime

[musings-1]

Subway @Gitana1369877

[guy60660]

Antoni Gaudi

[gentstyledaily]

[metropol-journal]

[metropol-journal]

[hockhouse]

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[red-lamb]

[lizsierra]

:::Roman Pool Reflection:::

Hearst Castle is a thing of beauty, this here is one of the amazing pools on the premises, the Roman Pool. I shot this with my canon camera then processed in LR4

[oxfords---notbrogues]

[limitlesslfgt]

[sabonhomeblog]

Shay Mitchell

[allthingseurope]

Positano, Italy

[oxfords---notbrogues]

[loveshetlands]

[private-idaho1]

This photograph was taken in 1955 in Jonesborough, Tennessee.

The man in the hat is Emory Harrison. The woman beside him is his wife, and those boys lined up from smallest to tallest, every one of them in overalls, every one of them his son, are thirteen of the most famous brothers in American history. Thirteen sons. All boys. Not a single daughter in the lineup. In 1955, the Harrison family was officially recognized as the largest all-male family in the United States. Look at that line for a moment. The tiny one on the far left could not have been more than two or three years old. The young man near his father looks nearly grown. In between is every age you can imagine, stair-stepping upward like a lesson in time. Each one of them dressed the same. Each one of them with the same quiet, steady look that comes from growing up on a farm where there is always work to be done and never a shortage of someone to do it with. There was no luxury in that farmhouse. There was no idleness either. A home with thirteen boys has a rhythm to it that city life can barely imagine. Chores divided by age. Meals stretched to feed a small army. A level of noise and energy that could shake the walls, and underneath all of it, something steadier: the knowledge that you were never alone, never without someone who had your back, never the only one carrying the load.

Emory Harrison did not call it extraordinary. It was just family. But look at that photograph again. The stone chimney.The wooden porch. The great oak tree overhead. Thirteen young lives lined up in the Tennessee morning sun. A mother smiling at the end of the row. A father standing straight and proud beside them all. Seventy years on, there is something in this image that still stops you completely. They were just a family. That is all. And somehow, that is everything.

[anglofranco]