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So You Say
It is all in the mind, you say, and has nothing to do with happiness. The coming of cold, the coming of heat, the mind has all the time in the world. You take my arm and say something will happen, something unusual for which we were always prepared, like the sun arriving after a day in Asia, like the moon departing after a night with us.
by Mark Strand
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Shady Grove, Alabama, 1956
by Gordon Parks
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Alabama, 1956
by Gordon Parks
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Fort Scott, Kansas, 1963⁠
by Gordon Parks
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"Contemporary sensibility puts so much emphasis on photography as a ‘creative’ activity that we can forget that what photographers really do-whether creative or not-is contend with a medium that forces them to look, to respond, and to record the world in a technologically structured and restricted way. I think that this point is essential to an understanding of photography. You simply cannot look at photographs as if they were ends without means. Each is the culmination of a process in which the photographer makes his decisions and discoveries within a technological framework."
William Crawford, "The Keepers of Light"
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“Oh, Marilla,” she exclaimed one Saturday morning, coming dancing in with her arms full of gorgeous boughs, “I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. It would be terrible if we just skipped from September to November, wouldn’t it? Look at these maple branches. Don’t they give you a thrill—several thrills? I’m going to decorate my room with them.”
– Anne of Green Gables
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Constellations
Imagine they were not minor gods Mounted in eternal in memoriam Or even animals, however savage, Pinned like specimens upon the sky.
Imagine they were lambda dancers Practicing their slow seductions On the manifolds of space.
Then in the name of science We might ride their studded thighs To the edge of our hypotheses, Discover there the real constants Of the universe:
The quick pulse, The long looks, The one natural law.
Rebecca Elson
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Only Yesterday / 1991
director: Isao Takahata
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Branches, c.1955, Original color lithograph
by Fernand Léger
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Fernand Léger, Chevreuse Août, 1951
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Warhaus - When I Am With You
when i am with you it turns out to be all different when i am with you it’s alright "to be here with you" became some kind of reference that i am doing fine
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A mermaid found a swimming lad, Picked him for her own, Pressed her body to his body, Laughed; and plunging down Forgot in cruel happiness That even lovers drown.
― W.B. Yeats
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American Prospects
by Joel Sternfeld
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So You Say
It is all in the mind, you say, and has nothing to do with happiness. The coming of cold, the coming of heat, the mind has all the time in the world. You take my arm and say something will happen, something unusual for which we were always prepared, like the sun arriving after a day in Asia, like the moon departing after a night with us.
by Mark Strand
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