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~ Saturday, October 18 ~
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Lassen Volcanic National Park, CA, 2013


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Cat hair on a plant, 2013

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Cat hair on a plant, 2013


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~ Thursday, October 9 ~
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~ Wednesday, October 8 ~
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My Footsteps by Lydia Davis

I see myself from the back, walking. There are circles of both light and shadow around each of my footsteps. I know that with each step I can now go farther and faster than ever before, so of course I want to spring forward and run. But I am told that I must pause at each step, letting my foot rest on the ground for a moment, if I want it to develop its full power and reach, before taking the next.


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~ Saturday, October 4 ~
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When nostalgia feels too weird. 


~ Saturday, September 20 ~
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When I rise up
let me rise up joyful
like a bird.

When I fall
let me fall without regret
like a leaf.

– Windell Berry 


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~ Tuesday, September 9 ~
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andreweargle:

2014

How true is this statement?

andreweargle:

2014

How true is this statement?


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~ Tuesday, August 5 ~
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my fridge

my fridge


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~ Wednesday, July 23 ~
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Feeling inspired by what sorta feels like summer.


~ Friday, July 18 ~
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~ Thursday, July 17 ~
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All of old. Nothing else ever. Ever tired. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
— Samuel Beckett

~ Thursday, June 26 ~
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THE SUN BURN WILDER
Maria Barnas

There was a man she could not love
as he never showed his dark side.
You must have one she said.

She turned him round and round and inside out
but this man shone from within.
She did not recognize the madness

in his luminosity. He looked at her in wonder
and she needed this to remind her:
maybe she had been wrong all along

and the darkness looming inside her
was something she could grow out of
like screeching shins in the night

blunt blades carving lengthening bones
when you have to go along with tall people
who say you are growing

and you need to sleep. The tall ones
who know capitals of countries
in different languages and spell them.

Who remember what time you were born
- to the second - even when you ask
but doesn’t the sun burn wilder

and don’t the clouds need to find
new formations. Don’t the deer flee
and chase flocks of resilient birds

- black electric silhouettes that hardly move
on the long lines threading the sky together
with music and crackled speeches -

away from the hilltops into the clearest
water too shallow to hide in
doesn’t it take all this to be born.


~ Saturday, June 21 ~
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lindseyfilowitz:

Danger, 2013
Andrew at the Portal, 2013

lindseyfilowitz:

Danger, 2013

Andrew at the Portal, 2013


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lindseyfilowitz:

Laine in the weeds, 2013

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Laine in the weeds, 2013


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