Were I a cloud I’d gather My skirts up in the air, And fly well know whither, And rest I well know where.

— Robert Bridges

2nd August, SaturdayReblog
We are often taught to look for the beauty in all things, so in finding it, the layman asks the philosopher while the philosopher asks the photographer.

— Criss Jami

1st August, FridayReblog
1st August, FridayReblog