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British Butterflies ~ King Penguin Book

What a strange thing!
to be alive
beneath cherry blossoms.

—   小林 一茶 /  Kobayashi Issa, Poems (via antelucanhourglass)


Riga, Latvia

All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on.

Henry Ellis (via fewthistle)

note to self. 


River deltas cut through the landscape on the way to the sea in South Iceland.
Photo by Robert Arrington, via http://ift.tt/1jJzlo0


The title of the work is identical to a series of photographs by Huseyin shot in Odessa, showing curtains blowing in the wind. These images inspired an installation of hardened lace curtains, frozen in time and space. The work refers to the gesture of opening the windows to set free the soul of the deceased, as well as the idea of a spirit present in a room, mysteriously lifting the curtains to reveal its presence.

Gabriel Lester,Melancholia in Arcadia (2011)

All rights are reserved. Photography by Peter Cox. 
Rabo Art Collection


Norilsk, Russia

Memory itself is represented as ‘city-like’, The dense networks of streets and alley-ways are like the knotted, intertwined threads of memory. The open spaces of the urban environment are like the voids and blanks of forgotten things. Lost times are like overlooked places… Memory and the city both constitute labyrinthine figures, without beginning or end, in which one may make endless interpolations.

— G. Gilloch, 1996, Myth and Metropolis: Walter Benjamin and the City, pp. 67-8. 


Yumiko Higuchi


really lovely quilt!


Mosaic from 4th century Basilica of Aquileia, Italy.


Architectural FantasyAntonio Joli


tulips & snow (by Kadiroba)


The Gate of the Ming Tombs, Beijing


Luang Prabang, Laos. 

Chatting with grandma last night, she mentioned an uncle and some cousins from Laos. People she has not seen since the late 1940s. It’s rather amazing (and sort of comforting) to know that somewhere out there’s a group of people whom I could have claimed to be family. 

Wherever they are, I wish them well.