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1five1two:

‘Total eclipse of the Sun, from Danzig in Prussia, now Gdańsk in Poland, 28th July 1851.’ Unknown artist.

havadaabulut:

William Koerner

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universalis08-deactivated202505:

A life is like a garden

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ghostriderskull:

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agarcil:

charlesdclimer:

littlefeather-wolf:

The image features “Black Man, Arapahoes,” a photograph taken in 1898 by Frank Rinehart … C. 1898 …

This photograph depicts a chief of the Arapaho tribe, known as Black Man, wearing traditional clothing and holding a feathered staff or club … The Arapaho are a Native American people who historically inhabited the plains of Colorado and Wyoming, forming close alliances with the Cheyenne tribe … Prominent Arapaho leaders, such as Chief Black Coal (Wo'óoseinee’), worked to maintain peace with the United States and navigate the transition from a free-roaming life to settlement on reservations … Today, the Northern Arapaho live with the Eastern Shoshone on the Wind River Reservation in Wyoming, while the Southern Arapaho reside with the Southern Cheyenne in Oklahoma …

I fought wildfires with the Cheyenne.

Arapaho

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catheadreynolds:

@ubu507

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demetrablog:

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malioli:

Silence in Bloom

Grey does not always mean empty.
Sometimes it is just a pause.

In the cold silence,
a small bloom reminds us
that warmth can live quietly inside us —
unseen, but steady.

And that is how we endure.

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yama-bato:

Pelle Swedlund, Ship at dusk. - Bukowskis

Signed PS. Canvas 60.5 x 73 cm.

Bukowskis

Pelle Swedlund

Solnedgång i havet - Visby (Sunset in the Sea - Visby

The brightest dark - selected paintings by Pelle Swedlund

dreaminginthedeepsouth:

Larson

dreaminginthedeepsouth:

© Sarah Ainslie, 1998.

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“Prowling the meanings of a word, prowling the history of a person, no use expecting a flood of light. Human words have no main switch. But all those little kidnaps in the dark. And then the luminous, big, shivering, discandied, unrepentant, barking web of them that hangs in your mind when you turn back to the page you were trying to translate…”

― Anne Carson, Nox

la-femme-toujours-la-femme:

Mont Blanc, 1950.

Alexandre Pelletier

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ceekbee:

I Carry You with Me, Always

I carry you with me always,

not as a memory sealed in the past,

but as a presence woven into my days,

a companion on this journey.

You are there in the pause before decisions,

in the echo of your steady logic,

your gentle insistence

that I not be so hard on myself.

You appear in grocery aisles

when I reach for the brand you preferred,

and in the quiet satisfaction

of choosing it anyway.

I carry you in my habits,

in the choices I make without thinking,

the songs I skip because they hurt too much,

and the ones I play

because they still feel like home.

I catch myself setting aside stories to tell you later,

forgetting, for a moment,

that “later” has changed.

I carry you in laughter that arrives unexpectedly,

in jokes you would have loved,

in moments where your reaction is so clear

I can almost see your smile.

Sometimes that laughter comforts me.

Sometimes it cracks the ache wide open again.

Both belong to you.

I carry you in grief, too,

in the way certain dates feel heavier,

in how silence can suddenly feel crowded.

Yet I also carry you in resilience,

in the quiet courage

of getting through ordinary days.

You are present in every step forward,

not urging me on,

but walking with me.

I carry you forever,

because love does not disappear.

It changes shape,

but remains a part of me,

always.

~ ‘I Carry You with Me, Always’ by Spirit of a Hippie

~ Art by Olamik

Originally posted by a-psychopath