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  bearhair:

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  danieleverett:

  Untitled, 2013, Image

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  cinoh:

  Brooklyn-based photographer Jeremy Dyer’s series Haemal, he makes collages from portions of his photographs, found snapshots and family photos in order to construct fictional spaces that explore themes such as memory, history, culture and myth in the landscape-as-image

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  vintagenatgeographic:

  Ghoulish mud man from the Asaro River Valley, New Guinea, dons a helmet of dried clay and smears mud over his body to portray an evil spirit

  National Geographic | July 1969

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  blueberrymodern:

  
  john struthers

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  exercicedestyle:

  mekanikcopulaire: Eva Vermeiren.

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  osmaharvilahti:

  Candles, Barcelona, 2013

  Apartamento Magazine’s Omar Sosa for Printed Pages (It’s Nice That)

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  sfmoma:

  Jim Goldberg, Ferdinand Monette, from the series Rich and Poor, 1977; gelatin silver print, 13 15/16 in. x 10 7/8 in. (35.4 cm x 27.62 cm); Collection SFMOMA, Theo Jung Fund purchase; © Jim Goldberg
  

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  lafilleblanc:

  Isa Genzken

  Worldreceiver, 2012

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  valscrapbook:

  vintageeveryday: The tide comes in on a woman at Barry Sands who has fallen asleep in the sunshine. 1938. http://www.vintag.es/2013/05/fallen-asleep-in-sunshine-1938.html

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  nww:

  Christian Kerez | Oberrealta Chapel,  1993

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  aleyma:

  Lambayeque or early Chimu culture of Peru, Bird and squash effigy bottle, c.900-1470 (source).

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  thehollowsquare:

  There’s no need to build a labyrinth when the entire universe is one.

  - Jorge Luis Borges

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  theglaze:

  Clinton King

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  catherinebui:

  wind chimes by Ladies and Gentlemen Studio

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  mpdrolet:

  Sophie Davidson

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  mpdrolet:

  From Limbo

  Dillon Marsh

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  fernsandmoss:

  Nils Udo, Untitled, robinal leaf, bellflower blossom, 1986

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  mpdrolet:

  Brian Vu

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  i12bent:

  Robert Gibbons: Silence with a Tone All Its Own

  Retreated at night to the one room held a bit of coolness away from day’s near hundred-degree heat. There were dreams alright, vanished. Morning dawned polyphonic with the trailing sound of a motorcycle in the distance, truck rumbling out front, but in the back, here, silence chimed in with a tone all its own. Hydrangea loved it. Clematis, red roses, pink, tall grass, & dead leaves loved it, practically saying so to the extent that I heard their additional choric murmur.

  Now, a traditional aubade was written as a morning song to a sleeping woman. Hell, that’s not how things work here. She was up before me washing kitchen & bathroom floors, vacuuming living room, study. From my perspective upstairs in the one cool room, all that became a series of processional drumming, sheepskins wrapped round wooded hoops as prelude to later trailing in the distance, rumbling near at hand, silence with a tone all its own flowers, grass, & dead leaves loved.

  (Ill. Cauyuk drum, late 19th C. / Nushagak Bay, Alaska, United States Metropolitan Museum)

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  ernests:

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  blueberrymodern:

  theshipthatflew:

  Imogen Cunningham (American, 1883-1976), Leaf Pattern, 1920s (source)

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  kleidersachen:

  Nina Donis via Rong Zhao