Farol da Barra
Picture by me: Reserva Ecológica da Galheta / Florianópolis - SC
The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity… and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself. — William Blake
Barra da Lagoa
Barra da Lagoa com vista para o Parque Florestal do Rio Vermelho ao fundo… O verdadeiro “Meu Pedacinho de Chão.”
Picture by me: Barra da Lagoa / Florianópolis - SC
NASA Gov Doc: Southern Lights
This is an animation of the Aurora Australis (Southern Lights), eight days after a record-setting solar flare sent a shower of charged particles towards Earth. From Earth, this glowing ring would appear as a curtain of light shimmering across the night sky.
I’ll affect you slowly
as if you were having a picnic in a dream.
There will be no ants.
It won’t rain. — Richard Brautigan, Loading Mercury With A Pitchfork
(Source: leanezes, via kdecember)
What is Poetry by Andrzej Sosnowski -
It’s certainly no survival strategy
or a way of life. Ridiculous to insist
on enchanted lakes, forests, hollow caves
where a voice echoes and may never die.
Sibyl’s grottoes? Leaves
are important, and the rhyme between “voice”
and “fate.” Voices fly out to the world,
where leaves go fate determines.
But just try to catch them — try to graze the earth
and skim away like a flat pebble
over water. How many times? Five
or twelve? A series of verses and reflections,
a series of leaves, and yet all pebbles and leaves
lie adjacent in eternal order, unfathomable
constellations. So there is a cave,
or tiny room. But that’s draught! That gust
when you open the door and the wind
scatters the leaves, the world runs amok,
and words are sent flying like confetti.
Just don’t give me that look. Don’t leave me
with that curl on your lips. And spare no
delay — one day you may hear it sing
of wars and people, travels, troubles,
the ways of this world. For those who know
nothing, image is consolation.
(Translation by Wieslaw Powaga & Charles Boyle)
There are years that ask questions and years that answer. — Zora Neale Hurston
(Source: proustitute, via apoetreflects)