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musefraisedesbois:

Carrie Witherell; cyanotype; relics

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musefraisedesbois:

Carrie Witherell; cyanotype; relics

faeryhearts:

There’s a dear little plant that grows in our Isle,'Twas Saint Patrick himself sure that set it;And the sun on his labour with pleasure did smile,And with dew from his eye often wet it.It thrives thro’ the bog, thro’ the brake, thro’ the mireland;And he called it the dear little shamrock of Ireland.― The Dear Little Shamrock, by Wm. Shield.

faeryhearts:

There’s a dear little plant that grows in our Isle,
'Twas Saint Patrick himself sure that set it;
And the sun on his labour with pleasure did smile,
And with dew from his eye often wet it.
It thrives thro’ the bog, thro’ the brake, thro’ the mireland;
And he called it the dear little shamrock of Ireland.
― The Dear Little Shamrock, by Wm. Shield.

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Nocturne in Black and Gold: The Falling Rocket, James Whistler

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Nocturne in Black and Gold: The Falling Rocket, James Whistler

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farmweather:

Upon returning home to the farm after 5 days with family, there are many belly rubs to be doled out. Rain was not going to miss out on hers.

farmweather:

Upon returning home to the farm after 5 days with family, there are many belly rubs to be doled out. Rain was not going to miss out on hers.

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musefraisedesbois:

Carrie Witherell; cyanotype; relics

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musefraisedesbois:

Carrie Witherell; cyanotype; relics

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faeryhearts:

There’s a dear little plant that grows in our Isle,'Twas Saint Patrick himself sure that set it;And the sun on his labour with pleasure did smile,And with dew from his eye often wet it.It thrives thro’ the bog, thro’ the brake, thro’ the mireland;And he called it the dear little shamrock of Ireland.― The Dear Little Shamrock, by Wm. Shield.

faeryhearts:

There’s a dear little plant that grows in our Isle,
'Twas Saint Patrick himself sure that set it;
And the sun on his labour with pleasure did smile,
And with dew from his eye often wet it.
It thrives thro’ the bog, thro’ the brake, thro’ the mireland;
And he called it the dear little shamrock of Ireland.
― The Dear Little Shamrock, by Wm. Shield.

(via kvtes)

(Source: minimalisms, via foxontherun)

foxontherun:


Nocturne in Black and Gold: The Falling Rocket, James Whistler

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foxontherun:

Nocturne in Black and Gold: The Falling Rocket, James Whistler

Favorite.

(Source: nevver)

farmweather:

Upon returning home to the farm after 5 days with family, there are many belly rubs to be doled out. Rain was not going to miss out on hers.

farmweather:

Upon returning home to the farm after 5 days with family, there are many belly rubs to be doled out. Rain was not going to miss out on hers.

(via notesformyfuturefarm)

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