vitagraphia
vitagraphia
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Live like you give a damn.
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vitagraphia · 10 days ago
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We are all we really have. Solidarity.
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vitagraphia · 12 days ago
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Autumn in the Scottish Highlands
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vitagraphia · 14 days ago
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orange trees
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vitagraphia · 14 days ago
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vitagraphia · 15 days ago
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Tangådalen, part of the Fulufjället National Park in Dalarna, Sweden (September 15, 2020).
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vitagraphia · 20 days ago
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Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
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vitagraphia · 20 days ago
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Maria Eugenia Mendez Fajardo
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vitagraphia · 22 days ago
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Via @vitagraphia
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vitagraphia · 24 days ago
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Mount Rainier National Park, WA by Erwin Buske
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vitagraphia · 25 days ago
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Detroit Free Press, Michigan, November 27, 1958
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vitagraphia · 25 days ago
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vitagraphia · 27 days ago
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by philipp_blanz
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vitagraphia · 1 month ago
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vitagraphia · 1 month ago
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Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, from a letter to Jane Williams written in February 1823, featured in The Letters of Mary Shelley
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vitagraphia · 1 month ago
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there is still time. there is still time. until your bones are in the fucking ground there is still time.
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vitagraphia · 1 month ago
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“Joanna Macy writes that until we can grieve for our planet we cannot love it—grieving is a sign of spiritual health. But it is not enough to weep for our lost landscapes; we have to put our hands in the earth to make ourselves whole again. Even a wounded world is feeding us. Even a wounded world holds us, giving us moments of wonder and joy. I choose joy over despair. Not because I have my head in the sand, but because joy is what the earth gives me daily and I must return the gift.”
— Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass
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vitagraphia · 2 months ago
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A Small Meadow 4,000 Feet Above Baker Lake
(Fujifilm X-Pro 2, w/18-55 f2.8-4 @55mm, f9, 1/640, ISO 400)
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