words & roads

Mackenzie. 22. Writer. Traveler. Enthusiast. Currently amidst 3 years of travel, blogging beauty from different corners of the world.

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This is the End

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Love Kills | Thessaloniki, Greece

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Seen shoreside: Utila, Honduras

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Photo of the Day: Synchronous Fireflies

Edited photographer note: I took this photo of fireflies (lightning bugs) in almost complete darkness. I was completely surrounded by them and witnessed one of the most amazing and magical natural phenomena – fireflies that synchronize. Photo by Radim Schreiber (Fairfield, Iowa, USA); Elkmont, Tennessee

From our 13th Annual Photo Contest. Winners announced in the spring!

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Street Art: Cork, Ireland.

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...what he sought was always something lying ahead, and even if it was a matter of the past it was a past that changed gradually as he advanced on his journey, because the traveler’s past changes according to the route he has followed: not the immediate past, that is, to which each day that goes by adds a day, but the more remote past. Arriving at each new city, the traveler finds again a past of his that he did not know he had: the foreignness of what you no longer are or no longer possess lies in wait for you in foreign, unpossessed places.

Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities

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In photos: Kyrgyzstan

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Wrdsmth, Melbourne

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Tuscany, Mauro Maione

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Mitch Albom, The Five People You Meet in Heaven

Submitted by 7lovelysouls.

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It is sometimes so bitterly cold in the winter that one says, ‘The cold is too awful for me to care whether summer is coming or not; the harm outdoes the good.’ But with or without our approval, the severe weather does come to an end eventually and one fine morning the wind changes and there is the thaw. When I compare the state of the weather to our state of mind and our circumstances, subject to change and fluctuation like the weather, then I still have some hope that things may get better.

Vincent van Gogh, from a letter to Theo van Gogh in August 1879  (via thismetaphor)

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between them is nothing a nothing that is made and is never perfect the sight in an empty socket at night the everlasting decision approaching the point of origin the first fire still without color exploding inward drawing the unlit firmaments after it

—W. S. Merwin, from “Demonstration” Photography credit Joanna Kitchener.

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Cortázar reads and does other things

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Hey, I saw your post about Toulouse-Lautrec's painting of the couple in bed. I thought it might interest you to know that the people he was painting were prostitutes. Probably the very ones he visited, as he spent most of his time in the are of Paris where they worked (Montmartre.) That specific painting was of two prostitutes who had formed a lesbian relationship and so were a little like him perhaps in finding love in hard circumstances.

That actually is incredibly interesting! And I think its a more beautiful way of interpreting that painting than what I came up with.

Sincerely, thanks so much for sharing.