Francis Alÿs, The Nightwatch, 2004 [x]
Surveillance cameras observe a fox exploring the Tudor and Georgian rooms of the National Portrait Gallery at night.
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Francis Alÿs, The Nightwatch, 2004 [x]
Surveillance cameras observe a fox exploring the Tudor and Georgian rooms of the National Portrait Gallery at night.
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Art Nouveau Doors
(Photos uncredited as I collected them on my hard-drive a long time ago!)
I know I’ve posted before another shot from this amazing place but it’s simply breathtaking! Pailon del Diablo, Ecuador (by indichick7 on flickr).
It’s said dogs don’t think
they’re human; they believe us
to be dogs. What odd dogs
we must seem. So clean
and clothed. What dog would
want our upright
concerns, the responsibility
of thumbs, burden of metaphor?
They lunge into every morning, whirl
my feet, until I take them
to the park, where they gazelle
through fescue, scramble over
fallen trees, dart after quarry,
real, and imagined. Sometimes I feel
like a child with holes
in my pockets, every day losing
some small stone of myself.
But on mornings like this—the dark
branches ice-limned and glistening,
the good sting of cold on my face—
I feel freed from the cage of my body,
so light I might soar.
—Dogs by Patty Paine (via blacksheepboy-)
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