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Clocks

by Eric Freitas

Retro Echoes

Salvador Dali by Philippe Halsman




Sophia Loren (<3)


Paul Wolff



Henri Cartier Bresson

Propaganda

In capitalist countries - the pathway of talent..
In socialist countries - make way for the talented!

(Peace for the world)


(Don't Misbehave! - said the communist to the capitalist)


(Saved up and bought a car!)


(Love your homeland!)

(To chatter - is to help the enemy!)


This one is pretty obvious..


(Did you enlist?)


(Freedom American style)

East of Eden

"I believe there are monsters born in the world to human parents…. They are accidents and no one’s fault, as used to be thought. Once they were considered the visible punishments for concealed sins. And just as there are physical monsters, can there not be mental or psychic monsters born? The face and body may be perfect, but if a twisted gene or a malformed egg can produce physical monsters, may not the same process produce a malformed soul? ...to a monster, the norm must seem monstrous since everyone is normal to himself…. To a man born without conscience, a soul-stricken man must seem ridiculous. To a criminal, honesty is foolish."

"The greatest terror a child can have is that he is not loved, and rejection is the hell he fears…. And with rejection comes anger, and with anger some kind of crime in revenge for the rejection, and with the crime guilt—and there is the story of mankind…if rejection could be amputated, the human would not be what he is."


“Go through the motions, Adam.”
“What motions?”
“Act out being alive, like a play. And after a while, a long while, it will be true.”


"In uncertainty I am certain that underneath their topmost layers of frailty men want to be good and want to be loved. Indeed, most of vices are attempted shortcuts to love. When a man
comes to die, no matter what his talents and influences and genius, if he dies unloved his life must be a failure to him and his dying a cold horror. It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure to the world."

Carl Sandburg

The Fog
The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

Dan
Early May, after cold rain the sun baffling cold wind.
Irish setter pup finds a corner near the cellar door, all sun and no wind,
Cuddling there he crosses forepaws and lays his skull
Sideways on this pillow, dozing in a half-sleep,
Browns of hazel nut, mahogany, rosewood, played off against each other on his paws and head.

Fire Pages
I will read ashes for you, if you ask me.
I will look in the fire and tell you from the gray lashes
And out of the red and black tongues and stripes,
I will tell how fire comes
And how fire runs far as the sea.

Sunday Travels - Morocco

(c) Fred Relaix


(c)Adam Gray



(c) Alain Boccard



(c)Lis Dale



(c) monique jansen