Robert Frank, Children with Sparklers, Provincetown, 1958
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Wow! So magical. Where I wanna be
is this real!!!!!!!!
totes real. the lawns and fields around northfield looked like that this june. fireflies are making a rebound as pesticide use goes down!
This reminds me of being a little kid growing up in the country. Only thing missing is the sound of the crickets.
It doesn’t make sense to call ourselves ugly, because we don’t really see ourselves. We don’t watch ourselves sleeping in bed, curled up and silent with chests rising and falling with our own rhythm. We don’t see ourselves reading a book, eyes fluttering and glowing. You don’t see yourself looking at someone with love and care inside your heart. There’s no mirror in your way when you’re laughing and smiling and happiness is leaking out of you. You would know exactly how bright and beautiful you are if you saw yourself in the moments where you are truly yourself.
Taking Back Sunday: “Ghost Man On Third”
Gardner McKay and Suzy Parker in evening dress by Patou , photo by Avedon at Le Sheherazade, Paris, August 1956
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