surrealism:

Fere libenter homines id quod volunt credunt (Men readily believe what they wish) from errare humanum est, sed perseverare diabolicum (to err is human; but, the diabolical persist) by Pierre Fudaryli, 2012. Charcoal and acrylic on cardboard.

lavachocolate:

Wojciech Grzanka.

mefisto-vi:

Anton Semenov

Evening detour by ~Gloom82

seanrowemusic:

I can’t think of much else that connects me to the land more than foraging. Every year, every spring season when the snow and cold have receded back to their place of solitude, I break out my digging stick, pack a few storage bags and head out to Poestenkill creek, my favorite wild edible…

cosascool:

Photos by Recluta Patoso

Edward James surrealist sculpture garden in Mexico

Only sun I had at work and it was beautiful

fruits of our labor

Fell far from the tree

Jon Beinart

This is our world. A controlled chaotic twirl.

What used to be a forest of breathing trees. Now a cement jungle and atmosphere of disease.

Humanity smothered by smoke, of impersonal technological dope.

Diluting what remains of man’s freewill. Who signed the “devil’s” contract to finalize the deal.

There is no one to blame but our self. Attention spans collect dust along with our lives on the shelf. 

Our own plastic materialistic goals, steadily consume everyone’s souls.

Only matter seems to matter and experience is wasted. Life is so beautiful a contains much more; you just have to choose to taste it.

My insomniac mind is losing track of the time.
Creative juices tend to flow as I try to unwind. 

Promoted by life. Self knowledge is all.
Experience gained by balance. Day to night, Spring to Fall.
It’s always darkest before the dawn. With good things around the bend.
Demoted to memories when one’s life reaches its end.