I love that sweet smell of decay that surrounds me in forests and woods. A kind of mulchy, deep, rich rot that has no connotation of death or ending, but rather of life and age. A sense of perpetual destruction and rebirth.
written by (via nilenna)

(via moodymorgue)

(via moodymorgue, panty744)
georgiapendlebury:

NOVEMBRE MAGAZINE/ NICOLAS COULOMB/ ISAMAYA FFRENCH
conniephotog:

"The ocean is my cathedral." - Islay Aitchison.
The series is an exploration of contemporary religious-less self-baptism. Some photographed indoors and some photographed in nature, these photographs present the ritualistic and intrinsic quest for self-baptism in the contemporary age. The series can be seen as a portrait of the human condition, our primal search for meaning and self-discovery. Although these women do not identify with a religion, they feel a sense of renewal and reconciliation in certain places. I have photographed them carrying out their religious-less self-baptism with their eyes closed, in their private moment. Contrary to popular and historic representation of women in art, they have voices – a quote alongside their image concretes their intelligence and sense of spirituality and the honesty of the image. Also, they are named; they are real women with real thoughts on the world and their minds. They are not represented as fragile and small in their surroundings; rather, they appear empowered and in the process of renewal. Each photograph shows immersion, and through immersion these women find power and purpose. 

I saw your name on the library cards a long time ago…
sterility:

color of livid2014

moodymorgue:

With my last breath I’d whisper your name