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meg || 19 || nature & music || tea & good vibes

[dappledwithshadow]

Lilacs by Raoul de Longpre (French, 1843-1911)

[anglelica]

smashmouth was right… so much to do, so much to see

[flyngdream]

[lovereply]

[needforcolorbis]

Neil Young (“Out on the weekend”)

[lecheblue-deactivated20140806]

[sulfur]

Very cute flowers in Paris

[plantyr]

I think that sometimes being alone can be really relaxing and is one of my favorite things to experience. But then there are times I feel anxious and that I’m a waste of space. Tonight I feel like a waste of space

[lejoligarcon]

The Manneporte (Étretat) + (detail), Claude Monet, 1883

[edashara]

breathe, practice, endure, manifest ☀ hard work leads to accomplishments 🌙 First time AcroYoga with @tyanaelisheba

[edashara]

Transcend

[animallovingvegan]

[oix]

[oldchum]

[culturenlifestyle]

The Beauty of Moths is Captured Under a High Resolution Scanner by Jim des Rivieres

Since 2002 photographer Jim des Rivieres has worked with a series of images of moths and butterflies local to the Ottawa area, photographed with a high-resolution flatbed camera.

Impressively real, the artist’s prints have a 3D quality, which demand attention. The texture and every fine detail of the insects is seen under the black background. Its delicate antennas, bodies and perfectly symmetrical wings are exposed for inspection. Featuring moths such as the Luna Moth and the Virgin Tiger moth among many others, he captures the obscure beauty of one of nature’s most dainty and ephemeral creatures.

Rarely seen by the average person in such detail, Des Rivieres gives us access to their sublime beauty. You can find the high-resolution photographs in his Etsy shop.

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[anancientheart]

real cameras show all the frecks

[observando]

Writers don’t make any money at all. We make about a dollar. It is terrible. But then again we don’t work either. We sit around in our underwear until noon then go downstairs and make coffee, fry some eggs, read the paper, read part of a book, smell the book, wonder if perhaps we ourselves should work on our book, smell the book again, throw the book across the room because we are quite jealous that any other person wrote a book, feel terribly guilty about throwing the schmuck’s book across the room because we secretly wonder if God in heaven noticed our evil jealousy, or worse, our laziness. We then lie across the couch facedown and mumble to God to forgive us because we are secretly afraid He is going to dry up all our words because we envied another man’s stupid words. And for this, as I said, we are paid a dollar. We are worth so much more.

Donald Miller

(via wethinkwedream)