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13 Jun 2012

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I am so often accused of gloominess and melancholy, and I think I’m probably the most cheerful man around. I don’t consider myself a pessimist at all. I think of a pessimist as someone who is waiting for it to rain - and I feel completely soaked to the skin. (Leonard Cohen)

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Storytelling awakens us to that which is real. Honest… . it transcends the individual… . Those things that are most personal are most general, and are, in turn, most trusted. Stories bind… . They are basic to who we are.
A story composite personality which grows out of its community. It maintains a stability within that community, providing common knowledge as to how things are, how things should be — knowledge based on experience. These stories become the conscience of the group. They belong to everyone.

— Terry Tempest Williams, Pieces of White Shell (via monamade)

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In a portrait, I’m looking for the silence in somebody.

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Henri Cartier-Bresson

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8 Mar 2012

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If you are not passionately devoted to an idea, you can make very pleasant pictures but they won’t make you cry.

— Ruth Bernhard (via largeformatguy)

17 Feb 2012

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quintessenceinblackandwhite:

Thanks to liquidnight:

Christian Coigny
From the Reportage series
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15 Feb 2012

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$lynnlangmade: “Egress” {In honor of William Wordsworth, who planned, but never completed, an epic poem, _The Recluse_} twenty years later, the recluse emerged after being driven into the trees by something unspeakable. between the slopes of sticky green sponge he tried to recall the sound of the human voice the echo it makes resonating in bare space. his first cry was carried into the wind by the tender curves of catastrophe —-a road that writhed under the weight of his grief. —Photo and poem by Lynn Langmade$

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