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“I don’t suppose I really know you very well - but I know you smell like the delicious damp grass that grows near old walls and that your hands are beautiful opening out of your sleeves and that the back of your head is a mossy sheltered cave when there is trouble in the wind and that my cheek just fits the depression in your shoulder.”
—Zelda Fitzgerald, in a letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald
These are high-speed photos of paint splashed just the right way to simulate flowers!
Photographer Jack Long diligently plans out each photo, shooting hundreds of tests. None are Photoshopped other than to “clean up” the photo.
High-Speed Photos of Paint Look Like Flowers [via Inthemess]
p.s. Check out his high speed photos of coffee!
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I think it is unnatural to think that there is such a thing as a blue-sky, white-clouded happy childhood for anybody. Childhood is a very, very tricky business of surviving it. Because if one thing goes wrong or anything goes wrong, and usually something goes wrong, then you are compromised as a human being. You’re going to trip over that for a good part of your life.
Maurice Sendak (via cassket)