Another place to go before I depart this earth—Sedona, Arizona. I know its become a bit of a haven for New Age wackadoodles, but I’d love to just experience it’s raw desert beauty and whatever energy might be there (no long, grey-haired, crystal-wearing hippies needed as a guide, thank you).
Just a few weeks ago, Hindus around the world celebrated the festival of colors, known as Holi. Participants of all ages throw brilliantly colored powders to welcome the coming of springtime.
The Atlantic rounded up a gorgeous set of photos of Holi festivals from across the country of India.
S. Ross Browne
Ummm…I am so VERY into this right now!
But Black people in period or fantasy settings totally makes the stories unreal.
Also holy shit I love these.
How come I don’t run across this stuff regularly?
Because of racism and the retroactive erasure of POC in Medieval Europe. Pretty much the same reason you almost never see these works of art either unless you’re already looking for them:
Quality art post with quality art history follow-up. That little girl at the very end is the cutest thing. <3
reblog for art history
My eye caught a dark form lying on the river bottom. It took me a few moments to comprehend what I had stumbled upon. Lying peacefully in the shallow waters of the river, only a few meters from shore, was a full-grown cougar. The contrast between the serenity of the scene I was witnessing and what must have played out here in the cougar’s final moments made me shiver. It was the first shiver of many, as I stripped down and waded out into the icy water to get this shot. x
HOLY HELL WHAT A FIND. This is one of my favorite photos ever now.