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glass dish ~ Louis Comfort Tiffany c1900
Willy Ronis, Vincent et le chat, Paris, 1955. Thank you, tailfeathers.
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Reading to rainfall.
There is a quiet peace in the rainfall today. In thin strokes it falls. Just lazily. And so I read. Helene Hanff, memoirs in bookshops, and traveling back to her mentor, Quiller-Couch. English language in it’s spectrum.
As the little prince dropped off to sleep, I took him in my arms and set out walking once more. I felt deeply moved, and stirred. It seemed to me that I was carrying a very fragile treasure. It seemed to me, even, that there was nothing more fragile on all Earth. In the moonlight I looked at his pale forehead, his closed eyes, his locks of hair that trembled in the wind, and I said to myself: “What I see here is nothing but a shell. What is most important is invisible…
The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint- Exupéry (via seabois)
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Full spectrum.
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This day, birds here on the roof.
Caryn.
Photographer - Franco Rubartelli, Veruschka
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Esther Williams, in one of Busby Berkeley’s aquacade films.
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The blue sky above us is the optical layer of the atmosphere, the great lens of the terrestrial globe, its brilliant retina.
From ultra-marine, beyond the sea, to ultra-sky, the horizon divides opacity from transparency. It is just one small step from earth-matter to space-light - a leap or take-off able to free us for a moment from gravity.
Virilio, open Sky, page 1 (via rereresearch)
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Melding art, design, photography, scribblings, quotes and perhaps random things I chance upon.
As some images here are not my own, found on another site, there may by chance be an image lacking credit. If you aware of one, please write me at my email, so I can give each picture it's credit, or remove it.
Caryn.
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