Death

"Death is hunting you three.
Death is cunning, so be fast little children.
Death is starving for your breath all these years past.
Death is hunting you three.
So be wary until the end,
Or he will find you."

Kim Edwards

Photography is all about secrets. The secrets we all have and will never tell.
-Kim Edwards (The Memory Keeper’s Daughter)

Green

-via Flickr 

To Build a Home

Rainer Maria-Rilke

“You are so young, so before all beginning, and I want to beg you, as much as I can, dear sir, to be patient toward all that is unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given to you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the question now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.” -Rainer Maria-Rilke

Warrior Queen

-via Kali Ciesemier

“Imagine there is a bank account that credits your account each morning with $86,400. It carries over no balance from day to day. Every evening the bank deletes whatever part of the balance you failed to use during the day. What would you do? Draw out every cent, of course? Each of us has such a bank. Its name is time. Every morning, it credits you with 86,400 seconds. Every night it writes off as lost, whatever of this you have failed to invest to a good purpose. It carries over no balance. It allows no over draft. Each day it opens a new account for you. Each night it burns the remains of the day. If you fail to use the day’s deposits, the loss is yours. There is no drawing against “tomorrow”. You must live in the present on today’s deposits. Invest it so as to get from it the utmost in health, happiness and success. The clock is running. Make the most of today.”

Bon Iver - Holocene

Be right back. Moving to Iceland.

Find Yourself

-via Meteor

Wax and Wire

Wax and Wire - Loch Lomond

Breathe Out

-via Politefight

Once

“Once upon a time there was a boy. He lived in a village that no longer exists, in a house that no longer exists, on the edge of a field that no longer exists, where everything was discovered and everything was possible. A stick could be a sword. A pebble could be a diamond. A tree a castle. Once upon a time there was a boy who lived in a house across the field from a girl who no longer exists. They made up a thousand games. She was Queen and he was King. In the autumn light, her hair shone like a crown. They collected the world in small handfuls. When the sky grew dark they parted with leaves in their hair.

Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.”

-via Goodmorning and Goodnight

Emily Dickinson

Fog

-via DA