so a while ago the science department of my community college was giving away some old books and i nabbed this book all the way from 1973 expecting some cool flower pictures
but what i got was like......shockingly lurid and sexual diagrams of flower reproductive organs?? like it's not even the physical shapes, it's the lighting, the textures.....
like, i'm not crazy, right??? this is sexual, right?? or am i just a horny slut
“In 1923, Georgia O’Keeffe visited York Beach, Maine. Meanwhile, more than two hundred miles away, Alfred Stieglitz was back at his summer home in Lake George, New York. On September 25th, they each witnessed the same moonlit night, about which they then wrote the other . . .
O’Keeffe: Last evening—walking on the beach at sunset I saw a pink moon—nearly full—grow out of the gray over the green sea—till it made a pink streak on the water—very faint—that told you where the ocean began and the soft gray blur of space was ended—And the moon grew hotter and hotter—and the path on the water brighter and brighter till it burned so that I didn’t want to look anymore . . .
Stieglitz: It was a marvelous night. A white moonlight night. I never saw any night quite like it – none more beautiful – For a long while before going to bed I stood at your window looking lakeward – looking at the white silences – the white night so silent. Nothing stirred. Even the moon full & round seemed not to wish to disturb the stillness – it seemed to be moving slowly upwards as if on tiptoes moving through a house of stillness at night when all inmates were fast asleep. All was so still – & the whiteness so lovely – The hills were not hills – they were something bathed in an untouchable spirit of light – the line produced where this spirit met the sky spirit was of rarest subtle beauty – Really I never saw anything quite so beautiful – I looked & looked & knew I was awake . . . “
Letter from Alfred Stieglitz to Georgia O’Keeffe, November 8-10, 1916:
“How much we have in common. — Traits. — Both turn everything we touch into something really living — & amusing — for ourselves. — Both can laugh — really laugh — even at our heartaches… 300 years you want to live!! — I wish I could give you that as a gift —”