secret squirrels

my little commonplace book, of sorts...
oh! my idea of heaven…
joelzimmer:

Brooklyn Art Library
Ran into Shawn (I can’t go anywhere in the city without running into him) at the Brooklyn Art Library where we checked out one of Emily’s friends sketchbooks.  These are some of the sketchbooks there.  You should go check it out before they close!

oh! my idea of heaven…

joelzimmer:

Brooklyn Art Library

Ran into Shawn (I can’t go anywhere in the city without running into him) at the Brooklyn Art Library where we checked out one of Emily’s friends sketchbooks.  These are some of the sketchbooks there.  You should go check it out before they close!

There should be a name for the feeling of a place after it is gone. It would be an Indian word. The place that is gone and inside of you all at the same time. You are no longer a person. You are all the things you have touched.

(via Settlement:)

and this is exactly right.  

(via beenthinking)

I have lost coffee shops and art deco theatres to office blocks. I have lost bush cleared for housing estates and a creek that flooded every Summer is now a concrete drain. I get back there by grinding beans and making bird calls and stepping barefoot in puddles and wearing feathers in my hair.

I get back there. Almost.

(via kathleenjoy)

A photograph is a secret about a secret.

Diane Arbus