“…God knows, when spring comes to Paris the humbles mortal alive must feel that he dwells in paradise…” – Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer
Thanks to my best friend for sharing his photos from a trip to Paris last spring!
“…God knows, when spring comes to Paris the humbles mortal alive must feel that he dwells in paradise…” – Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer
Thanks to my best friend for sharing his photos from a trip to Paris last spring!
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One accidental achievement is based on uncountable travels from which the artist gains nourishment. – Fu Baoshi
I recently enjoyed the Cleveland Museum of Art’s exhibition Chinese Art in an Age of Revolution: Fu Baoshi (1904-1965). The stunning retrospective offered artistic insight into a dynamic and tumultuous time of change.
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Tagged chicago, fall, inspiring, monday inspiration, nelson algren
I like it in the city when the air is so thick and opaque. I love it to see everybody in short skirts shorts and shades. I like it in the city when two worlds collide.
- Adele
Enjoy basking in the last eruption of summer weather and take note of your sunny day favorites. You’ll need them to keep warm during the nation’s worst winter.
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It’s spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you’ve got it, you want – oh, you don’t quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so! – Mark Twain
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after all it was a great big world, with lots of places to run to. - tom petty
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a city [to Raggles] was not merely a pile of bricks and mortar, peopled by a certain number of inhabitants; it was a thing with soul characteristic and distinct; an individual conglomeration of life, with its own peculiar essence, flavor, and feeling. – o. henry, “the making of a new yorker”
never let unexpected adventures go unexplored. – barbara purvis
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our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. but no matter, the road is life. – jack kerouac
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