Ice Rink Photo Poesy. Today, Rilke: “I live my life in widening circles / that reach out across the world. / I may not complete this last one but I give myself to it.” (Taken with instagram)
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Ice Rink Photo Poesy. Today, Rilke: “I live my life in widening circles / that reach out across the world. / I may not complete this last one but I give myself to it.” (Taken with instagram)
(Source: trentgilliss)
This Crab Nebula is a remnant of a star’s supernova explosion. It’s six light-years wide and expanding! Congratulations to the three astrophysicists who won this year’s Nobel Prize in physics for discovering that the fading lights of supernovas tell us that our universe is expanding into a cold dark place.
(Photo by NASA via Getty Images)
A vendor diplays moon cakes for sale at a bakery shop in Phnom Penh. Cambodian-Chinese will celebrate the Chinese mid-autumn festival, also called the moon festival, today, September 12.
(photo: Tang Chhin Sothy/AFP/Getty Images)
Created by artists Doug and Mike Starn, “Big Bambú” amazed guests in 2010 at The Metropolitan Museum of Art. The artists and a team of rock climbers created this rooftop installation out of 5,000 interlocking 30- and 40-foot-long fresh-cut bamboo poles, lashed together with 50 miles of nylon rope. The structure changed throughout the exhibit, and ultimately became 100 feet long, 50 feet wide, and 50 feet high with spires, crests, and footpaths.
Photo by artstuffmatters/Flickr, CC BY-NC-ND 2.0
Sunset on top of the Table Mountain, Golden, CO
My goodness!
~reblogged by Trent Gilliss, senior editor
August 3, 1936 - Jesse Owens wins the 100m sprint at the Summer Olympics in Berlin.
The idea of this one man humbling Hitler still sends chills down my spine.
~reblogged by Trent Gilliss, senior editor
A perfect pairing from 3rdcoastfieldnotes:
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
w.b. yeats 1865
~reblogged by Trent Gilliss, senior editor