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“Drift”
June 8th 2015.
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Abandoned Castles, Châteaux And City Halls Showcase The Beauty Of Emptiness
Photographer Matt Emmett has traveled all around the world capturing beautiful buildings for his work, Forgotten Heritage Photography. He has devoted his life to shedding light on what he calls “ruins and abandonment,” turning old, dilapidated buildings into beautiful imagery.
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The awareness of existence is the heaviest weight any man could carry.
Nicholas Browne  (via wnq-writers)
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Our ability to perceive quality in nature begins, as in art, with the pretty. It expands through successive stages of the beautiful to values as yet uncaptured by language.
Aldo Leopold, A Sand County Almanac with Other Essays on Conservation from Round River
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Trying to find something to motivate myself and I found this little line from Van Gogh
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Some day, perhaps in the very process of our benefactions, perhaps in the fullness of geological time, the last crane will trumpet his farewell and spiral skyward from the great marsh. High out of the clouds will fall the sound of hunting horns, the baying of the phantom pack, the tinkle of little bells, and then a silence never to be broken, unless perchance in some far pasture of the Milky Way.
Aldo Leopald
A Sand County Almanac
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I open my eyes and see that I am wrapped in rainbows,
My skin is confetti and my hair is waterfalls of light.
Flakes of gold cling to my eyelashes and I breathe a silver mist.
I open my mouth and sing a storm of butterflies,
I feel a thousand winds of deserts and hurricanes.
I smell caramel and cinnamon and sunset,
And the world tastes of spring.
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INSPIRATIONAL WATERCOLOR PORTRAITS BY LIZA HASAN
Liza Hasan’s emotional and inspirational portraits reflect the nature of the sensitivity of using watercolors: a union between perfection and chaos. A difficult tool to use, watercolors are sensible, soft, yet difficult and demand a sense of urgency when they are applied on paper. 
A mother to a beautiful baby girl, Parisa, Hasan’s conscious choice of watercolors for her artwork balances her busy life. She says:
“I prefer watercolor over acrylic because i love seeing the colors flowing. It’s so soothing because between the diaper changes and worrying about which school to put her in, I need a lot of ‘soothing.’ But now watercolor has become a part of my daily life. I have finally found something I’m passionate about.”
Colorful and telling, Hasan’s art reveals a pivotal point in her life as a mother. Her attempt to capture innocence in the eyes or the smiles of her subjects is immediately recognizable and uplifting. Much like motherhood’s essence, her work possesses energy and vulnerability. When you first gaze eyes upon Hasan’s art, there’s a feeling of happiness, which rushes through your senses. Each piece, ranging from the beloved Popeye, to children, an old man, and women celebrate the uniqueness and character behind each soul.
Follow her on Instagram here or tumblr here
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The “Inner Soul” Nebula in color by Daniele Malleo on Flickr.
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Thou -- Thou art Being and Breath, and what Thou art may never be destroyed
Emily Brontë
Last Lines
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I have felt a presence that disturbs me with the joy of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime of something far more deeply interfused, whose dwelling is in the light of setting suns, and the round ocean and the living air and the blue sky and in the mind of man
Wordsworth 
Tintern Abbey
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A male pennant-winged nightjar in flight at night - easily the most challenging photograph I have ever taken. This image needed the help of 3 other people, and took many night soy trying. Through all the nights, I only managed one frame I was truly happy with, and this is it! It is a rare bird, and only has its famous pennants for a short time of the year during the breeding season. I was very lucky to find this individual, and even luckier to get the shot!
Location: Greater Kruger Park, South Africa”
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When I am consumed in the fire, give me new Phoenix wings to fly at my desire
John Keats, 
On Sitting Down to Read King Lear Once Again
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Serenity (Kevin Boutwell) | ikwt
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"Skyward"
December 29th 2014.
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Sunrise
It begins with specks of dusty brilliance, a demure dalliance for the day to come. Her fingers continue to weave their way through each still nook, until her vivid splendor embraces the globe, bringing hope and promise for the newness of the day. The iridescent earth is finally unveiled and golden lining adorns every crevice.
And in her radiance, she calls “what will be, will be, what is now, is now. This is life, and you are alive”.
 Sunset
She grows gentle but strong in her last moments of life. The sky is filled with fire and blood, but it never dies. Her last warm breath that bathes the earth, comforts in conclusion to a day that may have been filled with joy or pain. It reminds each face of the spinning sphere that whatever happened on this day, it is now the end. It is now over. And the peaceful shade of night will once again envelope us.
And in her beauty, she whispers, “what happened, happened. What is, is. This is life, and you are alive.”
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