the soil underneath
and the roots
and the insects
gowns and chandeliers
Take long walks in stormy weather or through deep snows in the fields and woods, if you would keep your spirits up. Deal with brute nature. Be cold and hungry and weary.
Henry David Thoreau
(via astraeia)
And when you’ve really had it, and wonder if you should turn back, turn the camera to manual with numb fingers. Turn away from the wind and snow in the air. Ignore the pain in your ears. Squint through cold watery eyes. Hit the shutter.
Then back at home, drink some hot coffee, flip tumblr open, and share what you saw.
(via parkstepp)
reconstruction at the foundation of liberty
where it begins
drifting in pairs
deadlines and quotas
Aw, the mustang made a friend while I was in the store.
somewhere hidden away
rising
New Leaves
I heard a rush of air in the trees beyond.
I tracked its direction as it came closer
where I felt spring
gather and flow past me
and then an applause rang out
in the flutter of new leaves.
angel wings and golden threaded things
Well kept secrets are the seeds of intuition.
water tops a dam as if all the actors were playing all the parts in their play all at once.
