On the Strangest Sea

When it comes, the landscape listens,
Shadows hold their breath

livelymorgue:

Nov. 5, 1922: Lulu McGrath is greeted by a diver in “Wonders of the Sea,” filmed off the Bahamas during the early days of underwater motion pictures. A report the following spring on a project by J.E. Williamson, the film’s director, related the perils of camera work at the time: “Not so very long ago, an intrepid photographer, when attempting to get a picture from an airplane of the crater of Vesuvius, just saved himself from falling into the seething, angry lava. This same cameraman, who is employed by Fox News, had another narrow escape from death in an airplane a few weeks ago. But he is inoculated with the spirit of adventure and keeps going.” Photo: The New York Times

I felt it shelter to speak to you.

Emily Dickinson

Eadweard Muybridge



(Source: eadweardmuybridge.co.uk)

I can’t watch the sea for a long time or what’s happening on land doesn’t interest me anymore.

Monica Vitti (via nevver)

(via nevver)

For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.

T.S. Eliot (via sorakeem)

(Source: manchannel.co, via hecallsmebeloved)

arbitraryinclination:

theohpioneer:

Cascades, Washington

My Home.

arbitraryinclination:

theohpioneer:

Cascades, Washington

My Home.

littlelamblittlelamb:

“I’m an introvert…I love being by myself, love being outdoors, love taking a long walk with my dogs and looking at the trees,flowers,the sky.”
Audrey Hepburn

littlelamblittlelamb:

“I’m an introvert…I love being by myself, love being outdoors, love taking a long walk with my dogs and looking at the trees,flowers,the sky.”

Audrey Hepburn

Above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.

Roald Dahl

Ring the bells that still can ring. Forget your perfect offering. There is a crack in everything; that’s how the light gets in.

Leonard Cohen