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GUNDLACH HENRY
Helena Christensen in the Chris Isaak “Wicked Game” music video, 1990
Wood Nymphs Deep in the Forest, from Undine by Franklin Booth (1901)
I'm paralyzed by a fear that you are going to make something in your life, and I won't. That I will only ever be in the audience to others' art.
By the Riverside, 1927, Stanislav Zhukovsky
the dubious philosophy of salmon
Me: Babe, you’re so funny!
My Boyfriend Who Sees All of Time Simultaneously : We have 1429 days before your tragic premature death. You will betray my trust three times before that happens, but I forgive you.
Me: Awww, that’s sweet of you!
The monotone moods of winter create stark contrasts, with dark branches against mellow skies. Look for interesting bark textures, branch formations, special effects caused by coatings of ice, snow and hoar frost. Shoot trees silhouetted against winter sunsets and snowscapes.
HP Books | How to Photograph Flowers, Plants & Landscapes © 1980
Glaciers formed steep hills and deep valleys where we find ourselves. Liquid wind pushed leaves by the thousands from trees in my direction. The parade is starting! The hills are singing! We will become them–roots, our fingertips. The rocks are morphous and rugged. They’re singing, they’re calling chorally And we return the song with united voices. Sweet like honey, to call back our souls from the glaciers that brought us here.
B. William Greulich November 2015
{Summer is}
Bicycle rides. It’s read this poem to me. It’s floating down the river clear; No room for ambiguity in my inner tube.
It’s bare feet; breakfast on a Sunday morning And walks at black, witching midnight. It’s kisses in the afternoon. Pitching tents in firefly light.
It’s slow-dance, molasses; be patient, like I was not. Underneath this snow, the trunk—the chord I kept from being heard—will rot.
someone told me
“We have all hurt someone tremendously. Whether by intent or accident. We have all loved someone tremendously. Whether by intent or accident. It is an intrinsic human trait. And a deep responsibility. I think. To be an organ and a blade. But. Learning to forgive ourselves and others because we have not chosen wisely is what makes us most human. We make horrible mistakes. It’s how we learn. We breathe love. It’s how we learn. And it is inevitable.”
Disney Aesthetic: Down in New Orleans
Come on down here and give us a try Ya wanna do some livin’ before you die
All rules for study are summed up in this one: learn only in order to create.
Friedrich Schelling, On University Studies (via philosophybits)