flosvitae:

song for the creek ♦ ♫ ♦

Shaped by me.

"If you tell the truth, you don’t have to remember anything."

Mark Twain

This is where I sleep.

(Source: landofthefree)

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The misery of man appears like childish petulance, when we explore the steady and prodigal provision that has been made for his support and delight on this green ball which floats him through the heavens. What angels invented these splendid ornaments, these rich conveniences, this ocean of air above, this ocean of water beneath, this firmament of earth between? this zodiac of lights, this tent of dropping clouds, this striped coat of climates, this fourfold year? Beasts, fire, water, stones, and corn serve him. The field is at once his floor, his work-yard, his play-ground, his garden, and his bed.

“More servants wait on man Than he ‘ll take notice of.”

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Ralph Waldo Emerson Nature

Theodore

Catamaran sailing is fun, and the worlds seems to have forgotten it. This is Callen and I last summer. Looking forward to getting the Prindle back out this summer. (by Saltywoodenthings)

Malibu nose ride

Me

Me at Malibu last week. Photo by Anna Ehrgott