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this blog is basically a collage.

karamazove:

Monet on the Japanese footbridge in Giverny

In 1883 Monet moved from the northwest of Paris to Giverny where he lived until his death. Adjacent to his property was a small pond which he acquired in 1893, where he created a water garden with an arched bridge in the Japanese style. The National Gallery, UK

The above image, courtesy of the New York Botanical Garden, is based on a black-and-white photograph from The New York Times, dated 1922.

karamazove:
Sonora, México

karamazove:

Sonora, México

tumblropenarts:

Artist Name: Hannah Ziemke

Tumblr: hziemke.tumblr.com

karamazove:

Blues Poster by Christopher Martin

I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.

Charles Bukowski, Love is a Dog from Hell (via larmoyante)

Blue Train

 

Don’t fight with what you take to be obstacles on your way. Just be interested in them, watch them, observe, enquire. Let anything happen - good or bad. But don’t let yourself be submerged by what happens. The mind must learn that beyond the moving mind there is the background of awareness, which does not change. The mind must come to know the true self and respect it and cease covering it up, like the moon which obscures the sun during solar eclipse. Just realize that nothing observable, or experienceable is you, or binds you. Take no notice of what is not yourself. You are aware anyhow, you need not try to be. What you need is to be aware of being aware. Be aware deliberately and consciously, broaden and deepen the field of awareness. You are always conscious of the mind, but you are not aware of yourself as being conscious.

Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj

books0977:

Dancer Charlotte Greenwood (1890-1977) reading while demonstrating her flexibility at Metro-Goldwin-Mayer studios in 1928.

Tall, elastic-jointed nightclub dancer and zany comedienne, later in films, whose trademark was her high kick. Her eccentric humor was all the more incongruous on account of her aura of elegance in that fastidiously styled coiffure and those glamorous, magnificently tailored gowns in which she might appear.

The Laughing Heart

Poem by Charles Bukowski
Art by Nikki McClure

cinoh:

Aram Saroyan *

The book is a free .pdf (here)

Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)

walt whitman