Thursday, May 31, 2012
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Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Car Lust//1956 Porsche 356A Speedster
In developing the 356, Dr. Ferdinand Porsche created the cornerstone of the Porsche empire and the patriarch of a race-winning model lineage. Production began in the late 1940s, and the first 50 cars were built almost entirely by hand. The 356 had an integral body and chassis utilizing unitary construction techniques. By 1955 it had developed into one of the world’s most respected sports cars, a remarkable feat when considering that Porsche had yet to celebrate its tenth anniversary.
more info over at Bold Ride...
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Sylvia Plath//Lorelei
It is no night to drown in:
A full moon, river lapsing
Black beneath bland mirror-sheen,
The blue water-mists dropping
Scrim after scrim like fishnets
Though fishermen are sleeping,
The massive castle turrets
Doubling themselves in a glass
All stillness. Yet these shapes float
Up toward me, troubling the face
of quiet. From the nadir
They rise, their limbs ponderous
With richness, hair heavier
Than sculptured marble. They sing
Of a world more full and clear
Than can be. Sisters, your song
Bears a burden too weighty
For the whorled ear's listening
Here, in a well-steered country,
Under a balanced ruler
Deranged by harmony
Beyond the mundane order,
Your voices lay siege. You lodge
On the pitcheds reefs of nightmare,
Promising sure harborage;
By day, descant from borders
Of hebetube, from the ledge
Also of high windows. Worse
Even than your maddening
Song, your silence. At the source
Of your ice-hearted calling --
Drunkenness of the great depths.
O river, I see drfting
Deep in your flux of silver
Those great goddesses of peace.
Stone, stone, ferry me down there.
A full moon, river lapsing
Black beneath bland mirror-sheen,
The blue water-mists dropping
Scrim after scrim like fishnets
Though fishermen are sleeping,
The massive castle turrets
Doubling themselves in a glass
All stillness. Yet these shapes float
Up toward me, troubling the face
of quiet. From the nadir
They rise, their limbs ponderous
With richness, hair heavier
Than sculptured marble. They sing
Of a world more full and clear
Than can be. Sisters, your song
Bears a burden too weighty
For the whorled ear's listening
Here, in a well-steered country,
Under a balanced ruler
Deranged by harmony
Beyond the mundane order,
Your voices lay siege. You lodge
On the pitcheds reefs of nightmare,
Promising sure harborage;
By day, descant from borders
Of hebetube, from the ledge
Also of high windows. Worse
Even than your maddening
Song, your silence. At the source
Of your ice-hearted calling --
Drunkenness of the great depths.
O river, I see drfting
Deep in your flux of silver
Those great goddesses of peace.
Stone, stone, ferry me down there.
Sarah Moon//Now & Then
Sarah Moon: Now and Then, Howard Greenberg gallery, through June 16, 2012
Labels:
black and white,
photography,
Sarah Moon
David McNew//Annular Eclipse
A composite of images as the eclipse passes through annularity and the sun changes color as it approaches sunset, May 20, 2012 in Grand Canyon National Park, Arizona. (David McNew/Getty Images)
Labels:
David McNew,
eclipse,
moon,
nature,
photography,
sun
Toru Yamanaka//Annular Eclipse
An annular solar eclipse is seen through the clouds in Kawasaki, surburban Tokyo, May 21, 2012. (Toru Yamanaka/AFP/GettyImages)
Labels:
eclipse,
Japanese,
moon,
photography,
sun,
Toru Yamanaka
Friday, May 18, 2012
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