Anne Lamb.
Go Flow Yourself.
“I have nothing now but praise for my life. I’m not unhappy. I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can’t stop them. They leave me and I love them more. … What I dread is the isolation. … There are so many beautiful things in the world which I will have to leave when I die, but I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready.”
MAURICE SENDAK ON FRESH AIR IN 2011.
I’m disturbed by the subject. But enchanted by the photo.
From Mohammed Alsultan.
This piece, part of the Color Codification collection by Lauren Dicioccio, would be perfect on my empty wall. Love it. It’s like the vibrant blur of my former magazine life — just a blip on the itinerary of my ever-unfolding journey.
Inspired by a post from Ricky Linn
Flee from the foolish, even Jesus fled from them.
Much blood has been shed
by companionship with fools!
Air absorbs water little by little;
even so, the fool drains you of spirit.
He steals your heart and leave you cold,
like one who puts a stone beneath you.
The flight of Jesus wasn’t caused by fear,
for he is safe from the mischief of fools;
his purpose was to teach by example.
—Rumi
I’m almost angry that I haven’t been following OM’s inspirational collection all this time. Thankfully one can always correct their way.
These sand sculptures of a (surprisingly) Cleveland-based artist are incredible.
Vanilla Sky
I woke up to my alarm this morning to find the world completely illuminated, engulfed by the most unusual golden-pink light, with a hazy quality you get a moment or two before sunrise. And as I sat there sleepily admiring, it began to pour rain—a dramatic shower—every drop glistening in this hidden super-sun.
(Source: lionskeleton)
The Mighty, Mysterious Ocean
Paul Bobko captures the potency of the wave.
Exhibit is on now in New York, you lucky bastards.
