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Born as a spin-off of the phrase, "A Picture is worth a thousand words," each post is an appealing photo paired with 100 words of inspiration or abstraction, and often factual or opinionated.

Often it's hard to keep it limited to 100 words, a sigh of disappointment when my word count reads 127 words or something, cutting back on ideas and concepts. But it's a good practice, and keeps things "short and sweet."

I'd love to see submissions, to see what you guys have to say, and for you to show everyone else what you think about pictures. You could submit a photo you'd like to see me write about, or send an entire post, and either way, you'll be credited at the bottom of the post.

Enjoy!
People have often asked me why I miss home so much, and as detatched as it might sound, I tell them it’s not about the family or friends there. To me it’s the geography of it, and this photograph is the epitome of what naturally makes me warmer inside. Dense Vermont forests come in a close second if not tied. But as I write I realize my love for this scenery stems from the sensation of feeling stuck in this dry, barren valley so ironically nicknamed “The Banana Belt.” Thereagain, a previous post mentions my appreciation for this “barren” place.
photo credit :: dcdead

People have often asked me why I miss home so much, and as detatched as it might sound, I tell them it’s not about the family or friends there. To me it’s the geography of it, and this photograph is the epitome of what naturally makes me warmer inside. Dense Vermont forests come in a close second if not tied. But as I write I realize my love for this scenery stems from the sensation of feeling stuck in this dry, barren valley so ironically nicknamed “The Banana Belt.” Thereagain, a previous post mentions my appreciation for this “barren” place.


photo credit :: dcdead
2 years ago
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(Preface: This is a letter off highDEAS from 'imwithdougvinny' // Click for full letter)
"Dear Dad,I’m tired of being considered the “problem child” because I smoke weed.There’s literally nothing you can hold against me but this fact, and you know it.While you complain that it makes me dumber, I rake in straight A’s…literally.While you stare mindlessly at the television inside for hours on end, I’m outside toking it up and expanding my mind further than you’ll ever experience.While you say that I am tearing up my body, you continue to tear apart our relationship with your cold attitude and blatant ignorance to the truth.
'Judge lest you be judged.'”
Photo Credit :: hanafaye Words By :: 'imwithdougvinny'

(Preface: This is a letter off highDEAS from 'imwithdougvinny' // Click for full letter)

"Dear Dad,
I’m tired of being considered the “problem child” because I smoke weed.
There’s literally nothing you can hold against me but this fact, and you know it.
While you complain that it makes me dumber, I rake in straight A’s…literally.
While you stare mindlessly at the television inside for hours on end, I’m outside toking it up and expanding my mind further than you’ll ever experience.
While you say that I am tearing up my body, you continue to tear apart our relationship with your cold attitude and blatant ignorance to the truth.

'Judge lest you be judged.'”


Photo Credit :: hanafaye
Words By :: 'imwithdougvinny'

3 years ago
5 notes
My mother, is the most intelligent, and holy person I know. Infecting my home with the smell of rose, I can never escape her. Burning incense when the air gets heavy, and dripping oil on the walls, when the sheet rock isn’t strong enough to keep us safe. She absorbs the literature she passes through her fingers, and encourages me to read along side of her while inhaling the smoke of burning flowers. We never had a rose bush, only the neighbor’s garden. I’ve always bought books, because I had never seen the collection of stories she’s kept in her heart.
Photo Credit :: tumblrphotographyxox Submitted by :: Judy Keylani

My mother, is the most intelligent, and holy person I know. Infecting my home with the smell of rose, I can never escape her. Burning incense when the air gets heavy, and dripping oil on the walls, when the sheet rock isn’t strong enough to keep us safe. She absorbs the literature she passes through her fingers, and encourages me to read along side of her while inhaling the smoke of burning flowers. We never had a rose bush, only the neighbor’s garden. I’ve always bought books, because I had never seen the collection of stories she’s kept in her heart.


Photo Credit :: tumblrphotographyxox
Submitted by :: Judy Keylani

3 years ago
4 notes
Think of a library, your library, as an abstract but accurate biography of yourself. Something you can forever build upon, whether fiction of philosophical study be the focal point, expressing  your interests, desires and studies. A thing to be proud of. Unlike any other collection, you are continuously gaining knowledge and intuition from authors literally around the world. Able to chose from an infinite amount of context, reading can unarguably make you more of an intellectual, not only expanding your horizons, but building a better understanding and awareness in life. All of this, shown for in the individual’s humble library.
Photo Credit :: floraison~
(A sort of ‘Part II’ from this post)

Think of a library, your library, as an abstract but accurate biography of yourself. Something you can forever build upon, whether fiction of philosophical study be the focal point, expressing your interests, desires and studies. A thing to be proud of. Unlike any other collection, you are continuously gaining knowledge and intuition from authors literally around the world. Able to chose from an infinite amount of context, reading can unarguably make you more of an intellectual, not only expanding your horizons, but building a better understanding and awareness in life. All of this, shown for in the individual’s humble library.


Photo Credit :: floraison~

(A sort of ‘Part II’ from this post)

3 years ago
3 notes
Ah, the original social network. Get your friends, your friend’s friends, and throw a bonfire somewhere beautiful. That’s the idea, and a wonderful one in my opinion. When did we stop doing this, and why on earth did we stop? Granted we don’t all live by a beach, but for those in the middle of the country, take the scene into the mountains. Is there a better way to connect with a large group of people than collaboratively hosting a fire and spending the night with them? Maybe not your idea of indulgence, I can’t wait to be doing this.
Photo Credit :: unknown (If you know, let me know)

Ah, the original social network. Get your friends, your friend’s friends, and throw a bonfire somewhere beautiful. That’s the idea, and a wonderful one in my opinion. When did we stop doing this, and why on earth did we stop? Granted we don’t all live by a beach, but for those in the middle of the country, take the scene into the mountains. Is there a better way to connect with a large group of people than collaboratively hosting a fire and spending the night with them? Maybe not your idea of indulgence, I can’t wait to be doing this.


Photo Credit :: unknown
(If you know, let me know)

3 years ago
4 notes

Apologies…

I haven’t produced any new posts for months and months now…
someone give me a sign to keep going! 

2 years ago
1 note
Words can be very stimulating, some go as far as to say some can be “stronger than the sword.” You get different ideas and sensations from different things. The word warmth might provoke thoughts of breezy beaches, or a place without winter. But there’s another kind of warmth, and it’s much more personal. Warmth is about finding a place where you have feelings of the utmost satisfaction, no matter what’s around you. People who brave winter storms in their humble homes know this feeling well, becoming more and more one with their dwelling as the temperature drops around them.
Photo Credit :: punkmarko

Words can be very stimulating, some go as far as to say some can be “stronger than the sword.” You get different ideas and sensations from different things. The word warmth might provoke thoughts of breezy beaches, or a place without winter. But there’s another kind of warmth, and it’s much more personal. Warmth is about finding a place where you have feelings of the utmost satisfaction, no matter what’s around you. People who brave winter storms in their humble homes know this feeling well, becoming more and more one with their dwelling as the temperature drops around them.


Photo Credit :: punkmarko

3 years ago
0 notes
Maybe a place to overlook the world is the ideal place to lay out your thoughts. The larger scale scene really puts things into perspective for you… how little you are, much less how little your problems can be. Solitude is key; not often can I think clearly with others around me, and I usually look to a place of nature to be at peace and let my mind flow freely. After all is done in this miniature meditation, I’m not sure if there is a better feeling; being purely aware of your thoughts, able to justify any personal opinions.

Photo Credit :: -eusebios-

Maybe a place to overlook the world is the ideal place to lay out your thoughts. The larger scale scene really puts things into perspective for you… how little you are, much less how little your problems can be. Solitude is key; not often can I think clearly with others around me, and I usually look to a place of nature to be at peace and let my mind flow freely. After all is done in this miniature meditation, I’m not sure if there is a better feeling; being purely aware of your thoughts, able to justify any personal opinions.


Photo Credit :: -eusebios-

3 years ago
5 notes
It’s hard sometimes, to appreciate what’s around you when it has been around so long. That line goes for a lot of things, but here I mean the geology that surrounds you. This small town I’ve moved to recently, is filled with people who want to get out; bored with the place, or never having had the eye to see what’s there. One might pass this scene as some make-out point, because what else is it good for? It’s a shame that so few look past that, at the gorgeous views beyond, lucky to be able to simply drive to.
Photo Credit :: Cuba Gallery Photo Submitted By :: Haley Celotti

It’s hard sometimes, to appreciate what’s around you when it has been around so long. That line goes for a lot of things, but here I mean the geology that surrounds you. This small town I’ve moved to recently, is filled with people who want to get out; bored with the place, or never having had the eye to see what’s there. One might pass this scene as some make-out point, because what else is it good for? It’s a shame that so few look past that, at the gorgeous views beyond, lucky to be able to simply drive to.


Photo Credit :: Cuba Gallery
Photo Submitted By :: Haley Celotti

3 years ago
1 note
Once upon a time, snow was something that needed escaping, something that could kill if you didn’t take shelter. Now people look forward to the winter season, a time to put that snow underneath them, getting up in the mountains and turning it into a sport to be passionate about. It’s an exhilarating feeling every time to be able to hover along nature’s powdery state that you could otherwise get lost in, while at the same time, being able to get so close to it brings such a good feeling to your heart. Ski or snowboard, get out and ride.

Photo Credit :: Vincent Damiano

Once upon a time, snow was something that needed escaping, something that could kill if you didn’t take shelter. Now people look forward to the winter season, a time to put that snow underneath them, getting up in the mountains and turning it into a sport to be passionate about. It’s an exhilarating feeling every time to be able to hover along nature’s powdery state that you could otherwise get lost in, while at the same time, being able to get so close to it brings such a good feeling to your heart. Ski or snowboard, get out and ride.


Photo Credit :: Vincent Damiano

3 years ago
3 notes