GO! (by: Dongyup Shim)
Kozo Miyoshi
Yokote, Japan, 1984 [snow scene, miniature igloos lighted from within] - gelatin silver print.
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I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while.
Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman (Haruki Murakami)
Snow
falls on snow—
and remains silent
Santōka, from Haiku: An Anthology of Japanese Poems (edited by Stephen Addiss, Fumiko Yamamoto and Akira Yamamoto)
Not just beautiful, though—the stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they’re watching me.
Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via landscape-photo-graphy)
The photographer is an armed version of the solitary walker reconnoitering, stalking, cruising the urban inferno, the voyeuristic stroller who discovers the city as a landscape of voluptuous extremes. Adept of the joys of watching, connoisseur of empathy…
On Photography, Susan Sontag (via my-nothing-self)
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Yokote, Japan, 1984 [snow scene, miniature igloos lighted from within] - gelatin silver print.
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“I only want five things,
five chosen roots.
One is an endless love.
Two is to see the autumn.
I cannot exist without leaves
flying and falling to earth.
The third is the solemn winter,
the rain I loved, the caress
of fire in the rough cold.
My fourth is the summer,
plump as a watermelon.
And fifthly, your eyes.”
- Pablo Neruda, from “I Ask For Silence”