An American of French and Austro-Hungarian extraction, Vivian bounced between Europe and the United States before coming back to New York City in 1951. Having picked up photography just two years earlier, she would comb the streets of the Big Apple refining her artistic craft. By 1956 Vivian left the East Coast for Chicago, where she’d spend most of the rest of her life working as a caregiver. In her leisure Vivian would shoot photos that she zealously hid from the eyes of others.   

Vivian Maier Photographer

                                                                                      Gypsies
                                                                           Velka Lomnica Czechoslovakia 1963 

Josef Koudelka
Exhibition - Gypsies - sélection 109 photos
at magnum
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In the early 70's I was devouring aperture and other art/photo mags when I could, noticing how often magnum showed up in bitchin photos here and there in the media, and in the seminal art book of 50's childhood the Family of Man, so when I got online and went to to magnum's site I was slammed into disappointment and disheartened by the watermarking defacing proprietary walling-in of their archives.
Nice to see they've stopped doing that. Finally. Whenever they did. Because I haven't been back in 14 years or so. Til today.

Outstanding Photo Galleries From Grand Masters That Will Take You By Surprise- Part 1 - 50 Color Photographs Which Will Tell You Light Is Everything In Photography

both with links out from photos to the photographers' sites
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 via Shahidul Alam, somehow.
Read his beautiful piece on the death of his father here

                                     Hail

Mary who mattered to me, gone or asleep
among fruits, spilled

in ash, in dust, I did not

leave you. Even now I can't keep from
composing you, limbs & blue cloak

& soft hands. I sleep to the sound

of your name...

Mary Szybist
Poetry Foundation

I think it’s a myth that the creative inspiration is locked up inside the person and just needs a quiet space and the right “serious” (brooding) moment to get released. I think art is much more about an engagement with the world, a way of being called upon and recognizing that the world is speaking to you. Which isn’t quite solitude, even if you’re alone when it happens.

Rachel Kushner Guernica

Chineasy: A bright and engaging illustrated methodology for learning Chinese through fun and whimsical illustrations.

  via Brindille

     STREET ART UTOPIA
El Mac
Fin DAC
Herakut
Amose & Erone
3 Street Art walls with strong emotions

Faith47
Faith47 site: exhale

it will feed you, it will ravish you. It will not keep you alive

an aspidoceleon, literally, a shield turtle

Lil Wayne's Lollipop
coming through from
Phil and Don Everly's Cathy's Clown
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 The music's alive

Believe me when I tell you that this was electrifying to see

On the Wings of a Nightingale

An Answer to Suffering:

Rat does not become a God
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Ragnarok
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What is Hitherby Dragons?

Hitherby by Jenna Katerin Moran best!
everything best!
click on header pictures - best!
 read! best!
 hear imagine love remember know - best!
 best promise fulfill of all the tales promising
 Grimm Anderson Perrault Bradbury Baum
S.T.Warner all all promise and deliver poetry
dream heart eye and ear up brave and honor true - best!

“archy and mehitabel,” meanwhile, has never gone out of print since it first appeared, 84 years ago

Miss Mara, mistress of the high wire
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Miss Mara at Circopedia

to Louise Norcross from Emily Dickinson:

I want so much to see you, and ask you what it means, and why this young life's sacrifice should come so soon, and not far off. I wake in the morning saying "Myra, no more Myra in this world," and the thought of that young face in the dark, makes the whole so sorrowful, I cover my face with the blanket, so the robins' singing cannot get through - I had rather not hear it. Was Myra willing to leave us all? I want so much to know if it was hard, husband and babies and big life and sweet home by the sea. I should think she would rather have stayed... She came to see us first in May. I remember her frock, and how prettily she fixed her hair, and she and Vinnie took long walks, and got home to tea at sundown; and now remembering is all there is, and not more Myra. I wish 'twas plainer, Loo, the anguish in this world. I wish one could be sure the suffering had a loving side. The thought to look down some day, and see the crooked steps we came, from a safer place, must be a precious thing...

letters from dickinson to frances and louise norcross
Emily Dickinson's Correspondences
search "blanket" site:archive.emilydickinson.org
Emily Dickinson Archives

Jones Benally
23rd Annual World Hoop Dance Contest
Indian Country Today

These well-cleaners

Madrid has a lot of serious underground
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also a lot of guitars

Because We've Landed on the Moon but Nobody Wants to Live There