May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.

Edward Abbey (via zencalendar)
coltre:

Today I took this picture of my lovely girl Marta while she was reading Baudelaire.
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ahmoses:

During spring in Denmark, about one half hour before dusk, more than 1 million Sturnus Vulgaris (kind of bird) gathered from all over to join and form a remarkable collection of the air. Until making the sky looks dark. This phenomenon is called Black Sun, and can be seen in early spring in the western Denmark. c
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650 40-second exposures of star trails make for a dizzying sky by Lincoln Harrison [1000x668]
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Blood Moon [gif] stabilized [500x237]

This is actually the blood moon from last April’s eclipse, but the moon doesn’t change much and it still gives you a good idea of how spectacular it was.
padehler:

Northwestern Oregon from on highShot with a Canon AE-1 on 35mm film

i hope you grow wild. i hope you are untamable. i hope they’re scared of you in the way they’re scared of the dark open night. god, if anything, let them be scared of you, let their hands quake before touching you, let them tremble to behold you. do not allow irreverence. if no one else will pray at your alter, please, my love, worship yourself.

Glow. // r.i.d (via inkskinned)
john-lennon-wgyttn:

I have another photo from this set with a fan.

Now I see your face and it’s all okay again like I can breath clean water
Did you know that your hands are still a song even after they have left the guitar?
I watch the notes that they leave behind on the pages of books, your sheets, my skin
And smile as the song grows and dances beyond control through second-hand touches
I like it when I stare too long, even more when you do
Or when the light touches the tiny hairs on your face like they’re beacons into another world
If you watch you’ll see it too,
You know that when people are at a loss for words you can taste their feeling sweeter than anything that enters your ears.

diegocupolo:

Taganga Bonanza
Ania and I arrived in Taganga at night. By morning we realized the small Caribbean fishing village was packed with tourists.
It was high season in Colombia.
Meaning prices were higher. People were higher.
And we ran to the mountains, away from it all.
Taganga, Colombia - © Diego Cupolo 2012

Suddenly you’re ripped into being alive. And life is pain, and life is suffering, and life is horror, but my god you’re alive and its spectacular.

Joseph Campbell   (via 5000letters)