Czech-based photographer Janek Sedlar makes forests look utterly mystical by modifying the colors and saturation of his images.
“this leaves men confused and unable to pigeonhole you. What they are forced to do instead is… take you seriously.”
I will never get tired of this video/gifset
7 DEADLY SINS + VADE RETRO SATANA
Basilique Notre-Dame de Fourvière, Lyon, France.
Madrugada is the period between “the dead of night” and “early morning”, roughly 1 - 4am.
In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.
Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.
When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare.
White men… never to blame for something. Never the cause of anything.
Just existing like amoebas in a void.
The shills should take a Xanax… All this moral outrage isn’t helping with their blood pressure.