If you haven’t stayed up until the early hours of the morning reading with your eyes itching and burning with tiredness and your vision blurred as you fight to stay awake to finish the book, you haven’t lived at all
My cheeks grow dandelions, and I always thought they were so pretty until I was told they were weeds, and I spend most of my days wondering about the difference, and wondering if I can ever forgive the person who pointed it out.
Rebecca Reeve - Marjory’s World (I and II)
"The miracle of light pours over the green and brown expanse of saw grass and of water, shining and slowly moving, the grass and the water that is the meaning and the central fact of the Everglades. It is a river of grass." — Marjory Stoneman Douglas
Marjory’s World is a series made during my AIME residency in the Everglades in December 2012. It draws inspiration from a practice in late 1800s Holland, where-by during the wake of the deceased, it was customary to cover all the mirrors, landscape paintings and portraits in the home with cloths. It was believed this would make it easier for the soul to Leave the body and subdue any temptations to stay in this world.
The ritual seemed, by extension, to be a confirmation of the deeply moving experience that one often feels in the natural environment, and thus provided me a Literal and contextual frame within which to shoot the Everglades. The curtains, all purchased from Goodwill and Salvation Army stores in south Florida, represent a ‘social fabric’ with a history already attached to them. In our increasingly urban existence that ever distances us from the wilderness experience, the drapes serve as visual connectors to the familiar. “
I saw this cute girl at a coffee shop sitting all alone and I came up to her and asked her what she was drinking she told me “That’s none of your business” bitch I was trying to be fucking romantic and find love at a coffee shop
Fuck you and your fucking coffee
Neil Hilborn - “The Future” (NPS 2013)
”When I’m down I don’t kill myself because then the sadness would be over, and the sadness is my old paint under the new.”
Back by popular demand, Neil Hilborn. Now with 80% less beard.
MY MOM JUST TOLD ME TO CREMATE HER AND PUT HER ASHES IN AN HOUR GLASS SO THAT EVEN AFTER SHE’S DEAD AND GONE SHE CAN CONTINUE TELLING ME HOW MUCH TIME I’M WASTING ON THIS SITE.