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The Tree
ohsresearchlibrary:

John Yeon and a Sitka Spruce (Picea sitchensis) near Seaside, Oregon - August 3rd, 1931.Photograph by Donald B. Lawrence.B.D. Lawrence Collection, Acc# 22381.
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Hans Mauli
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Andrea Avidad
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Marie Sommer
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ancient-lights:

This is so cool. You normally only see lightning for a split second and it’s gone, but since this is looped, we see the beauty over and over

The more you look at it the cooler it is
Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place.
- Kurt Vonnegut (via travellerintime)

(Source: therandomactorg, via travellerintime)

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Kent Andreasen
To deliver oneself up, hand oneself over, entrust oneself completely to the silence of a wide landscape of woods and hill, or sea, or desert: to sit still while the sun comes up over the land and fills its silences with light. To pray and work in the morning and to labor in meditation in the evening when night falls upon that land and when the silence fills itself with darkness and with stars. This is a true and special vocation. There are few who are willing to belong completely to such silence, to let it soak into their bones, to breathe nothing but silence, to feed on silence, and to turn the very substance of their life into a living and vigilant silence.
- Thomas Merton (via artpropelled)
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Björn Árnason

littleslutboy:

“I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.” - Frida Kahlo

(via angrywocunited)

Teaching is like painting a huge Victorian mansion. And you don’t actually have enough paint. And when you get to some sections of the house it turns out the wood is a little rotten or not ready for the paint. And about every hour some supervisor comes around and asks you to get down off the ladder and explain why you aren’t making faster progress. And some days the weather is terrible. So it takes all your art and skill and experience to do a job where the house still ends up looking good.
- The Hard Part | Peter Greene (via apsies)

(via apsies)

thesweetestspit:

Tunnel by Holly Lynton