my fairytale

lizzie • twennytoo • she/her

[psikonauti]

Luis Marden

Tahiti Island, French Polynesia, 1962

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Sphère de chinchards, d'après un cliché du documentaire Océans.

[blue--folder]

Crystal dagger uncovered in Spain, dating to around 3.000 BC

[psikonauti]

Graciela Iturbide (Mexican, b. 1942)

Mujer zapoteca, Tonalá, Oaxaca, 1974

[yentronic]

Tokyo, Japan on BlackBerry Curve 9320

[treasure-of-the-ancients]

Gold earrings, Silla Kingdom, 4th-5th century AD

from The National Museum of Korea

[mollymatalon]

september

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People and cattle walk riverside path approaching provincial capital. Faizabad, Afghanistan. 

THOMAS J. ABERCROMBIE/National Geographic Creative

[joeinct]

Flowers, Photo by Nobuyoshi Araki, 1985

[makingimages]

[afghanistaninphotos]

Ikhbal is not afraid of checking the young bactrian’s camel teeth,  the Afghan Pamir mountains. Afghanistan.

[birdonwing]

Cindy Baedman’s “Healing Grotto”:

“The healing grotto I created in order to work specifically with children. I had been practising as a healer and counsellor at Bath Natural Health Clinic for some time, as well as at the Cancer Self-help Centre in Bristol with Dr. Mike Weir and felt a need to ‘lighten up’. Hence after eighteen months of work, plus very many loving gifts from sometimes complete strangers, my old coal vault under the pavement of Royal Crescent in Bath, was successfully transformed into a beautiful grotto. Here I not only worked with children but also with adults sent by my local GP in various stages of mental distress such as schizophrenia.”

(source)

[abandonedandurbex]

An old loft in a decayed barn. [5312x2988]

[riverlarking]

JOAN BAEZ IN FESTIVAL (1967) — dir. Murray Lerner

[soracities]

“A week [after Sven’s funeral], I’m cooking fish on a wood fire outside and my son, Yves, brings me a glass of wine to drink and holds a bowl of olives. It’s getting dark and my eyes are sore from the smoke, so I feel for a couple with my fingers without looking, and pop one into my mouth. As I spit out the stone and try to define the flavour–sharp, bitter-black, Greek–a thought crosses my mind: From now on I taste olives for Sven too.”

John Berger, ‘Et in Arcadia Ego’, Confabulations

“The woman sets the table. She watches me beat the eggs. I scramble them in a saucepan, as my now-dead friend taught me; they stand deeper and cook softer, he said. I take our plated, spoon eggs on them, we sit and eat.”

Andre Dubus, “On Charon’s Wharf”, Broken Vessels

“When a dead tree falls in a forest it often falls into the arms of a living tree. The dead, thus embraced, rasp in wind, slowly carving a niche in the living branch, shearing away the rough outer flesh, revealing the pinkish, yellowish, feverish inner bark. For years the dead tree rubs its fallen body against the living, building its dead music, making its raw mark, wearing the tough bough down as it moans and bends, the deep rosined bow sound of the living shouldering the dead.”

Dorianne Laux, “Cello”

[neshamama]

Egyptian mosaic glass fragmentary bars and inlays, 3rd century BCE-1st century AD

[zegalba]

Needle Ice overtakes an apartment in Russia. Photograhed: Anastasia Popelka