This photographer visited an abandoned hotel in Bali, and the photos are hauntingly beautiful

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World Sweet 12 Blind Dogs – Pet O Club

Tied or tried but follow one path as trusted one

justjudyandherdog

http://ift.tt/2uDvNKT via /r/lookatmydog

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April 2016 Pictures

Rise of sun

les racines

To the roots

onthevirg

Bank erosion is the wearing away of the banks of a stream or river. This is distinguished from erosion of the bed of the watercourse, which is referred to as scour.^{{https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bank_erosion]}

“No matter how full the river, it still wants to grow.” ~ Proverb

“Do I change like a river, widening and deepening, eddying back on myself sometimes, bursting my banks sometimes when there’s too much water, too much life in me, and sometimes dried up from lack of rain? Will the I that is me grow and widen and deepen? Or will I stagnate and become an arid riverbed? Will I allow people to dam me up and confine me to wall so that I flow only where they want? Will I allow them to turn me into a canal to use for they own purposes? Or will I make sure I flow freely, coursing my…

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Robert Morris “Untitled”

Boxed art

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This gallery contains 7 photos.

Originally posted on Henna Intensive & Retreat:
Hey there! Welcome and thanks for stopping by! My name is Amy Christensen and I’m one of the new Henna Intensive & Retreat Sirens. ? This is me with fresh henna on my…

Denver Artist creating sculpture for ‘Burning Man’

Devils Den

After the Storm

It’d only calm but we need to warm and farm

Rooftop View

Touch the heights and hearts

Implied Spaces

Emily Dickinson did not reside here, where leaves kiss shadows and eaves whisper about summer to the remains of grit that gets washed away in the rain of cloud convictions. Yeats never told her about the window that looks back at the reflected trees. So why is it that they seem to be waving at the camera in a poetic frenzy of twisting line breaks, like an uneven stanza, a stratification of emotional confusion ?

Here are Pareidolia Parasols

for high wire walkers

&

roof repair workers

in the bright sun,

as rays of certainty hurl down upon their heads,

with the verity of gravity’s grasp.

Unwanted facts, quickly approaching –

from the shouting horizon –

brings on vertigo in existential deniers .

Too much emotional distortion

rises in the air,

as the refractive index

causes truth to bend

when it enters and exists in opinionated thoughts –

unsteadily seated…

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‘Be bold; there are no terrible consequences in knitting.’ Stephanie Pearl-McPhee.

Dream knit and knots

Sally says . . . eat, sleep, work, read, play, draw, bark . . .

Stories from my Sketchbook . . . 

I can’t quite remember how old I was when I first learned to knit but I know knitting was something I indulged in, and enjoyed, for years and years.  I used to knit all the time.  I made sweaters and scarves and cushion covers and toys and blankets and . . . well, you name it, I probably had a go at it.  (Okay, I never made a hoodie for a dog, but I might have if I’d thought any of my boys or girls would have worn them . . .  )  And then, for reasons I can no longer remember, I stopped.  Just stopped.  Probably I got too busy, or too lazy, or took up other interests instead . . .

Until about a month ago I had not thought about knitting for the longest time but, when clearing…

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