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[vaninnavaninni]

An arty 18th-century tiled floor in the Four Seasons Hotel Firenze in Florence, Italy.

[iamjapanese]

ONO Chikkyo（小野竹喬 Japanese, 1889-1979）

Mogami river during the rainy season   五月雨をあつめて早し最上川  1976  From a series of 10 prints illustrating haiku poems in Basho’s Oku no hosomichi（奥の細道） Narrow road to the North.  48 x 33.3 cm   via    more

[soothingaura]

“Do not be impatient with your seemingly slow progress. Do not try to run faster than you presently can. If you are studying, reflecting and trying, you are making progress whether you are aware of it or not. A traveler walking the road in the darkness of night is still going forward. Someday, some way, everything will break open, like the natural unfolding of a rosebud.” — Vernon Howard

[thelonerforlife]

Wanru Kemp

[ginamat]

αθήνα-κέρκυρα 

στάση για ρεβύθια

[phantomladyoverparis]

L'Avatar botanique de mademoiselle Flora (1965), dir. Jeanne Barbillon

[yesilrengy]

[istmos]

[topografias]

[apenitentialprayer]

“God never meant man to be a purely spiritual creature. That is why He uses material things like bread and wine to put new life into us. We may think this rather crude and unspiritual. God does not: He invented eating. He likes matter. He invented it.”

— C.S. Lewis (Mere Christianity, page 64)

[gnossienne]

[sacredbathos]

“Paths are the habits of a landscape. They are acts of consensual making. It’s hard to create a footpath on your own […]. Paths connect. This is their first duty and their chief reason for being. They relate places in a literal sense, and by extension they relate people. Paths are consensual, because without common care and common practice they disappear: overgrown by vegetation, ploughed up or built over. Paths need walking. In 19th century Suffolk small sickles called ‘hooks’ were hung on stiles and posts at the start of certain well-used paths: those running between villages, for example. A walker would pick up a hook and use it to lop off branches that were starting to impede passage. The hook would then be left at the other end of the path, for a walker coming in the opposite direction. In this manner the path was collectively maintained for general use.”

— Robert Macfarlane, The Old Ways: A Journey on Foot

[latenebreuse]

Dorothea Lange. Funeral Cortege, End of an Era in a Small Valley Town, California, 1938.

[latenebreuse]

Richard Learoyd. The Outside World.

[mentaltimetraveller]

Maria Loboda at Andrew Kreps

[mentaltimetraveller]

Toba Khedoori

Untitled (leaves/branches) 2015 Oil on canvas 24 x 31 ¾ inches (61 x 80.6 cm)

[yama-bato]

  Marià Castelló Architecture

https://m-ar.net/na-blanca-den-mestre/ 

[sacredbathos]

Dice Lorde: más allá de la ilusión (idealista) del fin del miedo, se trata de conocer el miedo como parte de la propia naturaleza para justamente dejar de temerle. Familiarizarse con él para desarmarlo. No suponer su desaparición mágica para no paralizarse cuando llega. Atravesarlo. Convivir con él al punto de adivinarle sus mañas.

Verónica Gago, La Potencia Feminista (via sacredbathos)