Art is a journey into the most unknown thing of all - oneself. Nobody knows his own frontiers… I don’t think I’d ever want to take a road if I knew where it led.

Louis Kahan
wonderfulambiguity: Leonard Freed, Winter in Holland, 1964
firsttimeuser: Winter at its Extreme
firsttimeuser: Aller Retour by Nicolas Bouvier
m3zzaluna: rickshaw-taxi, avenue de l’opera, paris 2e, 1942 photo by robert doisneau, from robert doisneau: paris 2013 wall calendar *** please don’t repost this as your own
m3zzaluna: sirkeci, 1968 photo by ara güler, from ara güler’s istanbul *** please don’t repost this as your own
m3zzaluna: snow falling while people take a stroll across campus of winchester college, hampshire, england, december 1951 photo by cornell capa
mondonoir: Premysel Koblic, Toboggan Run, circa 1930s
mondonoir: mianoti: Robert Frank, London, 1952-53 “One always dies too soon or too late. And yet, life is there, finished: the line is drawn, and it must all be added up. You are nothing other than your life.” — Jean-Paul Sartre […ciao, papà. 1941-2012] mianoti)
Once again…    Brassaï Neige au jardin du Luxembourg 1945   Tirage argentique 29.6 x 22.6 cm   Bibliothèque Nationale de France, Département des Estampes et de la Photographie Estampes et Photographie. Ep 10 (1) bte Fol. (photographie no 70)
varietas: Reismann János (1905–1976): Kutya a havas budavári lépcsőkön, 1970 körül
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