Mary - 24
Photographer, school chaplain, and laughter enthusiast

I am a pilgrim, a voyager
I won't rest until my lips touch the shore Of a land that I've been longing for as long as I've lived
Where there'll be no pain or tears anymore
In Exile - Thrice

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austenchanted:

He took her hand; - whether she had not herself made the first motion, she could not say - she might, perhaps, have rather offered it - but he took her hand, pressed it, and certainly was on the point of carrying it to his lips - when, from some fancy or other, he suddenly let it go. Why he should feel such a scruple, why he should change his mind when it was all but done, she could not perceive. He would have judged better, she thought, if he had not stopped. The intention, however, was indubitable; and whether it was that his manners had in general so little gallantry, or however else it happened, but she thought nothing became him more. It was with him, of so simple, yet so dignified a nature. She could not but recall the attempt with great satisfaction. It spoke such perfect amity. He left them immediately afterwards - gone in a moment.

natgeotravel:

Reflections: A young boy casts a striking comparison to an aging man lost in a book on a ferry in Istanbul. 
Photograph by Merve Ates, National Geographic Your Shot

natgeotravel:

Reflections: A young boy casts a striking comparison to an aging man lost in a book on a ferry in Istanbul. 

Photograph by Merve Ates, National Geographic Your Shot

All term school has been great, and the kids have been great, but I feel like these last two weeks have just been next level. The kids are starting to open up a bit more, and I’m starting to see more opportunities to help. It’s going beyond being an extra pair of hands to look after kids, and is becoming being a helpful pair of extra hands; hands that can meet needs that might not be met otherwise. 

To think that this could be the halfway mark, instead of the beginning of a great career is becoming more upsetting as time goes on. The one positive is to see how easily parents have gotten behind me as a new person in the role. They’ve been so quick to accept me, and it’s been really encouraging (although I know a lot of that is support of the role, not necessarily the person, but it also means they don’t hate me!).

I just really don’t want this to end.

likeafieldmouse:

The First Photograph of a Human Being

"This photograph of Boulevard du Temple in Paris was made in 1838 by Louis Daguerre, the brilliant guy who invented the daguerreotype process of photography.

Aside from its distinction of being a super early photograph, it’s also the first photograph to ever include a human being.

Because the image required an exposure time of over ten minutes, all the people, carriages, and other moving things disappear from the scene. However, in the bottom left hand corner is a man who just so happened to stay somewhat still during the shot — he was having his shoes shined.”

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likeafieldmouse:

Gustave Caillebotte - The Floor Scrapers (1875-6)

Original on top, later version below

"Despite the effort Caillebotte put into the painting, it was rejected by France’s most prestigious art exhibition, The Salon, in 1875. The depiction of working-class people in their trade, not fully clothed, shocked the jurors and was deemed a ‘vulgar subject matter.’ 

The images of the floor scrapers came to be associated with Degas’s paintings of washerwomen, also presented at the same exhibition and similarly scorned as ‘vulgar’”.