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wolfgang laib—rice and pollen
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wolfgang laib at work
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wolfgang laib: pollen from hazelnut
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Nobusyoshi Araki - Grand Diary of a Photomaniac
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(via whateverharry)
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By some chance, here they are, all on this earth; and who shall ever tell the sorrow of being on this earth, lying, on quilts, on the grass, in a summer evening, among the sounds of the night. May God bless my people, my uncle, my aunt, my mother, my good father, oh, remember them kindly in their time of trouble; and in the hour of their taking away.”
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“After a little I am taken in and put to bed. Sleep, soft smiling, draws me unto her: and those receive me, who quietly treat me, as one familiar and well-beloved in that home: but will not, oh, will not, not now, not ever; but will not ever tell me who I am.— James Agee, lyrics from Knoxville, Summer of 1915, Samuel Barber -
(Source: expectojaquito, via auntleonaskitchen)
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Final Meal in Tokyo (by plenty of flour on flickr).
(Source: tokyoshadows, via i-love-asian-food)
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Helplessness and isolation are the core experiences of psychological trauma. Empowerment and reconnection are the core experiences of recovery.
— Judith Herman, Trauma and Recovery
thank you: birdsfly (via madness-narrative)(Source: panopto.ucc.ie, via madness-narrative)
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(via shallweloveagain)
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(Source: i-love-asian-food)
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