#Love in Central Park :) #newyork #nyc #thanksgiving #centralpark

#Love in Central Park :) #newyork #nyc #thanksgiving #centralpark


Carl Sagan’s last interview, on thinking of his own death: 
“One thing that it has done is to enhance my sense of appreciation for the beauty of life, and of the universe, and of the sheer joy of being alive. Every moment, every inanimate object, to say nothing of the exquisite complexity of living beings - you imagine missing it all, and suddenly, it’s so much more precious.”
<3 Happy Birthday, Carl

Carl Sagan’s last interview, on thinking of his own death: 

“One thing that it has done is to enhance my sense of appreciation for the beauty of life, and of the universe, and of the sheer joy of being alive. Every moment, every inanimate object, to say nothing of the exquisite complexity of living beings - you imagine missing it all, and suddenly, it’s so much more precious.”

<3 Happy Birthday, Carl


Real #truth from Theodore Roosevelt. 
 #wordstoliveby #quotes

Real #truth from Theodore Roosevelt.
#wordstoliveby #quotes


Beau soir. #riverside #nyc #sunset #willow (Taken with Instagram)

Beau soir. #riverside #nyc #sunset #willow (Taken with Instagram)


Beau soir. #riverside #sunset  (Taken with Instagram)

Beau soir. #riverside #sunset (Taken with Instagram)


Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? #MaryOliver #poetry #wordstoliveby (Taken with Instagram)

Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? #MaryOliver #poetry #wordstoliveby (Taken with Instagram)


Bethesda Fountain after the rain #centralpark #bethesdafountain #nyc (Taken with Instagram)

Bethesda Fountain after the rain #centralpark #bethesdafountain #nyc (Taken with Instagram)


Can we face infinity on our own?


beau soir.  twilight over the Hudson, Christopher St. Pier, Manhattan

beau soir.  twilight over the Hudson, Christopher St. Pier, Manhattan


Sometimes with one I love I fill myself with rage for fear I effuse unreturn’d love,
But now I think there is no unreturn’d love, the pay is certain one way or another
(I loved a certain person ardently and my love was not return’d,
Yet out of that I have written these songs).

-

Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass