We are pilgrims, not settlers; this earth is our inn, not our home. - John Heyl Vincent

Untitled #1016

7 months ago - 117 views
Untitled #1016

Steampunk

7 months ago - 158 views
Steampunk

Northern Exposure

8 months ago - 77 views
Northern Exposure
If winter is slumber and spring is birth, and summer is life, then autumn rounds out to be reflection. It's a time of year when the leaves are down and the harvest is in and the perennials are gone. Mother Earth just closed up the drapes on another year and it's time to reflect on what's come before.
 
Mitchell Burgess - Northern Exposure

Love

8 months ago - 66 views
Love
Comment

Untitled #1010

8 months ago - 109 views
Untitled #1010
Comment

Hunters for gold

One year ago - 212 views
Hunters for gold
Hunters for gold or pursuers of fame, they all had gone out on that stream, bearing the sword, and often the torch, messengers of the might within the land, bearers of a spark from the sacred fire. What greatness had not floated on the ebb of that river into the mystery of an unknown earth! . . . The dreams of men, the seed of commonwealths, the germs of empires.
Heart of Darkness
Comment

Blut ist ein ganz besondrer Saft.

One year ago - 160 views
Blut ist ein ganz besondrer Saft.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Comment
For her, the lilies hang their heads and die.
Alexander Pope
Comment

Flower Garden

One year ago - 148 views
Flower Garden