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Stingray feeding, Maldives


Earlier today in the library I found the archives of an old fictional magazine called Blackwood that ran from 1817 to 1980, a hidden gem stored in the remotest corner of the vast room. I looked it up and apparently it printed a lot of horror fiction that inspired the likes of Shelley, Coleridge, Dickens, Bronte and Poe, which made me feel pretty stupid for never having heard of it before. It’s also the same magazine that printed the first version of Conrad’s Heart of Darkness (1899 issue, still hunting for this one). Although I couldn’t find any popular names in the version I picked up, it contained some of the most fascinating short stories I’ve ever read, and I ended up spending the entire afternoon sprawled across the floor, powering through the works of some obscure writers who probably never expected a 20 year old girl from India to be reading them an entire century later. It felt so strange and wonderful to realize that, all those years ago, some of the greatest writers I know were reading the exact same words and finding inspiration from it. 

It’ll probably take me an entire sem to get though all of them, but I’ll post updates if I find anything particularly interesting.


Clouds rolling over Mount Tamalpais State Park, California

nicholassteinbergphotography“Cotton candy Waves”

Here’s a time lapse from my shot Cotton Candy Waves. As opposed to a long exposure, this was shot with successive shorter exposures to show movement and texture. Love how mesmerizing the fog is.

today i noticed that life is very short. life is so short that we must follow our dreams. that we must kiss the person we love. that we must say hello to strangers. eat that creamy chocolate bar we were craving. leave our friends and family with hugs and kisses instead of just saying goodbyes. we should look at the sky. gaze at the stars and count it too. smell the flowers, pick it and give it to your neighbours. look at our lovers face and memorize the twinkle in their eyes when they talk about their day. call our mothers. call our old friends. dance the night away till your feet give up. enjoy the little things before it’s too late. before it’s too late to enjoy life.
—  S.Bashir
Once you realize that the road is the goal and that you are always on the road, not to reach a goal, but to enjoy its beauty and its wisdom, life ceases to be a task and becomes natural and simple, in itself an ecstasy.
—  Nisargadatta Maharaj