Poseidon’s Scuptures by Chris Burkard


Poseidon’s Scuptures by Chris Burkard

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You sleep in your hotels with four or five stars, I sleep here with four or five billion stars.
A man whom I’ve met who lives in a tent in the mountains, talking about how his lifestyle is better than any hotel.  (via copeleyreilly)

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I do intend, with everything on the line, to be that single hero of my own life. I feel now that I’m closer than ever, as thing surely will and are falling into place as I had hoped they would

PDX followers: I’ll be in town tues-fri. Holla @ me


Charles-Francois Daubigny, Landscape with a Sunlit Stream, c. 1877

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We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
Anaïs Nin (via observando)
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Small cairn garden overlooking the Zion canyon floor

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Instagram @fin_____

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Oh mama



Oh mama

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Fish under the wave | Photography by ©Troy Casswell by nature

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Keep close to Nature’s heart… and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.
John Muir (via naturemetaltolkien)
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“Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out going to the mountains is going home; that wilderness is a necessity…”

John Muir

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Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves.
John Muir (via robin-raven-wren)
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Wherever we go in the mountains, we find more than we seek.
John Muir (via netbros)
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