gianna keiko

O water, voice of my heart, crying in the sand,
All night long crying with a mournful cry,
As I lie and listen, and cannot understand
The voice of my heart in my side or the voice of the sea,
O water, crying for rest, is it I, is it I?
All night long the water is crying to me.

Unresting water, there shall never be rest
Till the last moon droop and the last tide fail,
And the fire of the end begin to burn in the west;
And the heart shall be weary and wonder and cry like the sea,
All life long crying without avail,
As the water all night long is crying to me.

— Arthur Symons
la forêt de compiègne, juillet 2013 View high resolution

la forêt de compiègne, juillet 2013

of wind and air, #5
ecopsychology study no.3 View high resolution

of wind and air, #5

ecopsychology study no.3

of wind and air, #4
ecopsychology study no.3 View high resolution

of wind and air, #4

ecopsychology study no.3

of wind and air, #3
ecopsychology study no.3 View high resolution

of wind and air, #3

ecopsychology study no.3

of wind and air, #2
ecopsychology study no.3 View high resolution

of wind and air, #2

ecopsychology study no.3

of wind and air, 1
ecopsychology study no.3 View high resolution

of wind and air, 1

ecopsychology study no.3

∆∆∆ select from a recent shoot i did of the lovely sarah kinlaw ∆∆∆ View high resolution

∆∆∆ select from a recent shoot i did of the lovely sarah kinlaw ∆∆∆

Jim Goldberg 

///respect process\\

desaturation.

movement.

sigur ros.

(check, check, check.)

last days of summer at fort tilden. 
butterflies abound(ed) View high resolution

last days of summer at fort tilden. 

butterflies abound(ed)

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