framing asia

framing asia: a photo journal by patrick carpenter

[patdaneri]

Vietnam market, Saigon

[patdaneri]

Tet flowers, Saigon

[patdaneri]

Tet color

[patdaneri]

Cityscapes: Vietnam: Saigon, Cho Lon

[patdaneri]

[amaranth-devl-deactivated201904]

I see men assassinated around me every day. I walk through rooms of the dead, streets of the dead, cities of the dead; men without eyes, men without voices; men with manufactured feelings and standard reactions; men with newspaper brains, television souls and high school ideas.

Charles Bukowski  (via thechurchofsplatterdaysaints)

[linden-street]

I am not a woman, but the light that falls on this gate, on this ground. I am the seasons, I think sometimes, January, May, November; the mud, the mist, the dawn.

The Waves by Virginia Wool (via mirroir)

[observando]

This is a little like hell; almost romantic.

Ingmar Bergman (via observando)

[aspiritualwarrior]

The secret of genius is to carry the spirit of the child into old age, which mean never losing your enthusiasm.

Aldous Huxley (via onto-my-trembling-lips)

[patdaneri]

One of the more intact examples of Vietnamese modern architecture: The University of Archictecture, Ho Chi Minh City. 

[patdaneri]

taste, vietnam

[patdaneri]

[patdaneri]

view to the river, central Saigon

[metaphorformetaphor]

requiemforthepast:

”Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.”

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Airman’s Odyssey. Mariner Books, 1984

(via mycolorbook)

[thelovejournals]

If there is any substitute for love, it is memory.

Joseph Brodsky 

(via m-as-tu-vu)

[psych2go]

Don’t walk too far away from the child within you, and never abandon the sense of wonder that magnifies the smallest of things into mountains of joy. For one day, when you lose sight of happiness, that child within can guide you back to the things that once nourished your heart.

Dodinsky (via psych2go)

[nizariat]

Rome, did you suffer a fire like mine? روما هل قاسيتي حريقا مثل حريقي

Mahmoud Darwish (via expatesque)