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    myampgoesto11:

    Beautiful snowflakes photographed by Sergey Kichigin 

    Sergey Kichiginis an award-winning photographer from Volodga, Russia his repertoire ranging from lifestyle to landscape and animal photography. He mostly uses manual lenses when shooting and as of late he is especially interested in micro-photography of snowflakes and ice crystals. Sergey’s photos offer an intimate view of snowflakes exposed for what they really are — a wonder of magic and ice. 

     visit his 500px page, or check out more on his website

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    See this come up every winter. 

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    'Twas a long time ago, longer now than it seems
    In a place that perhaps you’ve seen in your dreams.
    For the story that you are about to be told
    Began with the holiday worlds of old.

    Now, you’ve probably wondered where holidays come from.
    If you haven’t, I’d say it’s time you begun.
    For holidays are the result of much fuss
    And hard work for the worlds that create them for us.
    Well, you see now, quite simply that’s all that they do—
    Making one unique holiday, especially for you.
    But once, a calamity ever so great occurred
    When two holidays met by mistake.

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    kathandrizos:

CAN I DO THIS

    kathandrizos:

    CAN I DO THIS

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    supersonicelectronic:

    Ellen Jewett.

    Hybrid creature sculptures by Ellen Jewett:

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    frarusfrana:

    gli ultimi giorni di pompeo

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    richardashrowan:

    Maria Callas as Medea (1969), directed by Pier Paolo Pasolini

    “Speak to me, Earth. Speak to me, Sun. Are you losing your way, never to return again? Grass, speak to me. Stone, speak to me. Earth, where is your meaning? Where can I find you again? Where is the bond that linked you to the Sun? My feet touch the earth, but I do not recognise it. My eyes see the sun, but I do not recognise it.”

    In this scene, Medea cries for her loss of connection to the Earth and the Sun - lamenting for a time when the felt sympathies between the human being and the natural world had both real meaning and actual power for her. Later, as the grand-daughter of Helios, the sun god, she dreams of re-finding this connection. But her tragic last words in the film are “It is useless, nothing more is possible, ever.”

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