these were things that I could not understand
begin again / message / about

Our heart's desires do not stop for time; gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love; and black is, undoubtedly, much more poetic than color.

"What is there in a storm that moves me so? Why am I so much better and stronger and more certain of life when a storm is passing? I do not know, and yet I love a storm more, far more, than anything in nature."
- Khalil Gibran

The hors- / es they
disguised the wind as horses in the wind
The horses running fast in one direction
The horses as the horses run- / ning through and each of us
as me and you
As horses running fast
In one direction and
no animal outruns
its past.

Shane McCrae; Mule

“It comes up different every time, and has no ending, no beginning. They get the middle wrong too. They only know they don’t know anything.” - Pauline Puyat; Tracks
necydalis:

Smooth Ray - Montague Island by Rowland Cain on Flickr.
op1um:

snowy day (by rhys logan)
stefanomattia:

Every thirty years something magic happens in Rome
blackandwhite:

O (Of course press L) (by MFEYE)
wbsloan:

Down By The River 
oliwrr:

Living Space (by jo-schu)
firsttimeuser:

Mario De Biasi. A World Of Kisses, 1950s


Lynn Geesaman - Thombeau

Steven Stone

Rafael Cennamo