“At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, bitter where it borders on taste, and more honeysweet where you feel it touching the first sounds. Containing depth within itself, darkness, something of the grave almost.” ― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters on Cézanne
Geneviève Lantelme - Google Search
Victorian bohemian beauties. I love the combination of elegance and ...
Gertrude Hoffman, by Frank Bangs, c.1917
As long as I can gaze at the stars, the sun, the moon and the amazing blue sky, I don't mind being locked up for eternity, for when I look up above, I feel free. CHRISTA
The Toilet - John William Waterhouse 1889
CheZaline in Paris, Île-de-France
Mediterrani.: El concepto de brujería
the storm... may the light brightened your way and that you rest in peace..
Original photo located in the LOC, Library of Congress.