zoombablog:
ebb
zoombablog:
sacred place
homesickATLien:
Then I saw the time (saw the time). Watched it speedin' by like a train
homesickATLien:
"Writing a book is a bit like surfing," he said. "Most of the time you're waiting. And it's quite pleasant, sitting in the water waiting. But you are expecting that the result of a storm over the horizon, in another time zone, usually, days old,
homesickATLien:
At such times he felt a part of himself go outward into the failing light, among the wind and the snow and the featureless sky where he was whirled blindly through the world.
homesickATLien:
Varkala days
DingDongCat:
Patterns and Satisfaction
DingDongCat:
Symmetry and Perspective
DingDongCat:
electrical poles on Hp5
DingDongCat:
electrical poles on HP5
homesickATLien:
Surfing is sensual. It’s a real-time engagement with the forces of nature which happens to be echoes of the past (which after all, is all a wave really is). Briefly we defy gravity and ride the energy of storms from elsewhere.
Luuk de Weert:
Luuk hor 34aap
Luuk de Weert:
Luuk-film-1-neg-5bewerkt-(mohana)jpg
Luuk de Weert:
_3geitenoptrap
Luuk de Weert:
Farrier on the street
Luuk de Weert:
9 cows under a tree, Rajasthan
Luuk de Weert:
_12muziekthardesert
Luuk de Weert:
outside Jaisalmer
Luuk de Weert:
amber palace Jaipur
Luuk de Weert:
crow
Luuk de Weert:
kraai
Luuk de Weert:
Himachal Pradesh Road Work
Luuk de Weert:
Diwan-i-Khas, Fatehpur Sikri
Luuk de Weert:
omlet-boy
homesickATLien:
“No new life can arise, say the alchemists, without the death of the old. They liken the art to the work of the sower, who buries the grain in the earth: it dies only to waken to new life”
