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February 2012

10 posts

Feb 5, 201244 notes
#russia #peasants #urbanization
“Better to remain silent and be thought a fool, than to speak and remove all doubt.” —Mark Twain
Feb 2, 20126 notes
#Mark Twain #quote #americana #maxim #proverb
Feb 1, 20125 notes
#spruce island #Black and White #forest
Feb 1, 201210 notes
#georgian #icon #orthodoxy

January 2012

6 posts

Jan 30, 201223 notes
#raccoon #cute #black and white #photography
Jan 27, 20128 notes
#treehouse #solar #Tiny House #sustainability
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Do not go gentle into that good night

  — Dylan Thomas

Jan 20, 20125 notes
#Dylan Thomas #poem #read by the author
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Jan 6, 2012
#Valam Chant #the bridegroom
Jan 5, 20122,064 notes
#sustainable architecture #Tiny House
“I had very little desire to look for buried treasure or fight pirates, and Treasure Island left me cool. Red Indians were better: there were bows and arrows (I had and have a wholly unsatisfied desire to shoot well with a bow), and strange languages, and glimpses of an archaic mode of life, and above all, forests in such stories. But the land of Merlin and Arthur were better than these, and best of all the nameless North of Sigurd and the Volsungs, and the prince of all dragons. Such lands were pre-eminently desirable.” —J.R.R. Tolkien
Jan 5, 2012

December 2011

2 posts

Dec 27, 201117 notes
#Caucus #GOP #Primaries #Alice in Wonderland #Dodo #Whimsical Politics
Dec 2, 201183 notes
#sustainability #developing world #transportation #photography
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Nov 30, 20113 notes
#steeleye span #celtic #irish #folk #70's

November 2011

14 posts

Nov 25, 2011387 notes
#Dallesport
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Nov 21, 2011
Nov 20, 20111,088 notes
#fishing #portrait #net #sustainability
Nov 20, 20111 note
#portrait #faux vintage #travel
Nov 20, 201172,055 notes
#occupy Wall Street
“Douglas moved slowly down the path. The ravine was indeed the place where you came to look at the two things of life, the ways of man and the ways of the natural world. The town was, after all, only a large ship, filled with constantly moving survivors, bailing out the grass, chipping away the rust. Now and again a lifeboat, a shanty, kin to the mother ship, lost out to the quiet storm of seasons, sank down in silent waves of termite and ant into swallowing ravine to feel the flicker of grasshoppers rattling like dry paper in hot weeds, become soundproofed with spider dust and finally, in avalanche of shingle and tar, collapse like kindling shrines into a bonfire, which thunderstorms ignited with blue lightning, while flash-photographing the triumph of the wilderness.” —Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine
Nov 19, 20113 notes
#bradbury #nature #the wilderness #poetic prose
Nov 19, 2011282 notes
#adorable #be the change
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