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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:

  abridgetonowhere:

  blueberrymodern:

  theshipthatflew:

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

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  kleidersachen:

  Nina Donis via Rong Zhao

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  mitte2:

  Morten Lobner Espersen

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  bielcarpenter:

  lascar | bordado | 15X18 cm