dovahkiin-vas-slave1:

Samurai 

(via royalnunsuch)

theatlin:

“Cathedral Rocks”

discovered a trove of photographs from another time tonight. this one taken by either my grandmother or grandfather while on a roadtrip together in 1946. el capitan is the great monolith rising up on the left side of the frame. 

humbling to look through these treasures. respect that my own photographs will one day end up in the equivalent of a shoebox—perhaps to be found again in another time. 

Killer jamz “another time”

theatlin:

“The Architect”

Tommaso’s grandfather was an architect in Italy. His lifelong career built momentum up to a single project: the ski lodge. It took him many years to design and secure a pool of investors. They broke ground in the spring and construction commenced. When the project was complete, the lodge stood as worthy monument to represent a career. But they faced one, glaring shortfall—the resort was built along the shore of the ocean. No one seriously considered the poor snow conditions. The ski lodge was doomed. His grandfather lost his life savings (and needless to say, dignity) when the project folded. He later died of a heart attack while yelling at someone over the phone.

“To avoid disappointment in art, one mustn’t treat it as a career. Despite whatever great artistic sense and talent a man might possess, he ought to seek money and power elsewhere to avoid forsaking his art when he fails to receive proper compensation for his gifts and efforts.” - Orhan Pamuk, My Name Is Red

Life is a bunch of one-way roads. 

There are many forks and curves to navigate, but forward is the only direction in which we must move. 

Trying to stop or turn around will only lead to more damage.