the brightest kind of flame

For love is as strong as death, its jealousy as enduring as the grave. Love flashes like fire, the brightest kind of flame.

People take different roads seeking fulfillment, and happiness. Just because they’re not on your road doesn’t mean they’ve gotten lost.

—The Dalai Lama  (via wendesgray)

(Source: lazyyogi, via coffeeinthemountains)

If you want to be a creative person, then you’re gonna have to be creative in how you put your career together. There isn’t a path. Part of the creativity is making your path.

—Alec Soth on creating a career in photography, and how he pays the rent today. (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

(Source: americanphotomag.com, via the-zen-living)

metastasise:

(by dumbat)
New Zealand. 
“Lenticular Cloud”

I have wanted to see on of these forever and just saw one today as I was working in the main pasture. 

metastasise:

(by dumbat)

New Zealand. 

Lenticular Cloud”

I have wanted to see on of these forever and just saw one today as I was working in the main pasture. 

thresca:

Goodbye, April.
Garden photo, fresh from my camera. :)

rabbit,rabbit!

thresca:

Goodbye, April.

Garden photo, fresh from my camera. :)

rabbit,rabbit!

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art—
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—
No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever—or else swoon to death.

—John Keats