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Francisco Gonzalez Camacho
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Men laying under cherry blossoms. From the photobook ‘Kyo no Miyako’, Japan, 1960-70
by Seiryu Inoue
Waterfall
I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don’t have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.
Virginia Woolf (via petrichour)
Fra Angelico,The Annunciation (details)
There are years that ask questions and years that answer.
Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God (via observando)
(bluecrowcafe via drencrome)
Ganesh.
“All I knew about Cuba was that people drove old American cars and that Ché Guevara was tied with Bob Marley as most popular poster in dorm rooms. Then my friend Erin invited me on a 2-week trip to Havana. The first thing I noticed in Havana was that the city was dark at night. There were no streetlights, porch lights or living-room lamps. It was pitch black except for the faint colorful glow spilling out of open doors everywhere, and it came from the TVs. The light captivated me. For the next two weeks I wandered around, slipping in and out of strangers’ living rooms. Each time I came across an open door and a working TV set, I would ask if I could take a picture. The answer was always yes. Nobody seemed to think it was an odd request and it was usually accompanied by a Cuban coffee or rum.”
Simone Lueck
The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections.
Walt Whitman, from “Song of Myself” (via eternalsages)
Marchand de balais, Paris 1961
@ Sabine Weiss
Pedro Roldán (Spanish, 1624 – 1699)
Mater Dolorosa, 1660-70
Staatliche Museen zu Berlin, Skulpturensammlung und Museum für Byzantinische Kunst, Germany