ROBERT DOISNEAU

You can view more of his amazing works in this site.

COLORS OF THE WIND

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THE KISS OF PEACE

Taken in 1869 by Julia Margaret Cameron.

source: photoseed

SAILING TO BYZANTIUM

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That is no country for old men. The young

In one another's arms, birds in the trees

– Those dying generations – at their song,

The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,

Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long

Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.

Caught in that sensual music all neglect

Monuments of unageing intellect.

An aged man is but a paltry thing,

A tattered coat upon a stick, unless

Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing

For every tatter in its mortal dress,

Nor is there singing school but studying

Monuments of its own magnificence;

And therefore I have sailed the seas and come

To the holy city of Byzantium.

O sages standing in God's holy fire

As in the gold mosaic of a wall,

Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,

And be the singing-masters of my soul.

Consume my heart away; sick with desire

And fastened to a dying animal

It knows not what it is; and gather me

Into the artifice of eternity.

Once out of nature I shall never take

My bodily form from any natural thing,

But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make

Of hammered gold and gold enamelling

To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;

Or set upon a golden bough to sing

To lords and ladies of Byzantium

Of what is past, or passing, or to come.

WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

VIVIAN MAIER

October 10, 1954. New York

April 26, 1956

MOSCOW

Behold the hustle and bustle in the streets of Moscow circa 1900's.

KELLY HOFER

In Kelly Hofer's about page in his website, he introduces himself as a media producer who used to be a member of a Hutterite colony in Manitoba. Although his culture is not supportive of photography, he clearly has the passion and the talent to be the artist he is now.

His shots featuring the people inside the Hutterite community are absolutely stunning. I especially love the faces of carefree children and young adults who seem to just enjoy the surroundings and each other's company.

Hopefully Mr. Hofer will be able to continue doing what he loves to do and achieves all the success that he deserves.

sources: kellyhofer, dailymail

I GOT THIS GRANNY

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I believe most of my generation had done this for a parent or grandparent at some point.

TRAVEL

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"Once a year, go someplace you've never been before." Dalai Lama

POSTCARDS FROM THE NEW WORLD

 Mulberry Street in New York

San Francisco

Glad to be able to share these powerful images of the "New World" colorized using photochrom process and made into postcards and have been released in a book "An American Odyssey".

source: dailymail

NINA LEEN

I'm so thankful of the glimpse into the past Nina Leen's photos had allowed us. As a contributor to Life Magazine, she had published countless of her works from all over the world over the years. I personally enjoyed her photos that depicts the young generation in the 1940's and 50's.

WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD

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Great, wide, beautiful, wonderful World, 

With the wonderful water round you curled, 

And the wonderful grass upon your breast-- 

World, you are beautifully drest. 

From: Great, Wide, Beautiful, Wonderful World by William Brighty Rands

CINEMAGRAPHS

I was in awe with these pictures, er gifs while looking into the website of Kevin Burg and Jamie Beck. I have learned that they call these cinemagraphs, a fusion of both cinematic and photographic elements that results in these amazing editorials.

TIMES LONG PAST

That time when children play outdoors, make their own toys, wear home-made clothes and enjoy life's simple pleasures.

National Geographic: 1930s Quebec, Canada

National Geographic: 1919 Pennsylvania

TRANQUIL

Within you there is a stillness and a sanctuary to which you can retreat at any time and be yourself.

~ Hermann Hesse ~

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IRINA DZHUL

SUMMER SWIM

there is a pleasure in the pathless woods... 

Lord Byron

TIDES ARE LOW

The Sea Spirit
by Lucy Maud Montgomery

I smile o'er the wrinkled blue­

Lo! the sea is fair,

Smooth as the flow of a maiden's hair;

And the welkin's light shines through

Into mid-sea caverns of beryl hue,

And the little waves laugh and the mermaids sing,

And the sea is a beautiful, sinuous thing! 

THE BROOK

by Alfred Lord Tennyson

I come from haunts of coot and hern, 

I make a sudden sally 

And sparkle out among the fern, 

To bicker down a valley. 

INTO THE WOODS ONE RAINY MORNING

"In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things.  In physical terms, I move through them; yet in metaphysical ones, they seem to move through me."     

- John Fowles