Forever is composed of nows.– Emily Dickinson (via girlwithoutwings)
. Spark .
Movement of the gleaming lights, the city at night. Valleys and plateaus, enough to witness with hungry eyes the days of days and the ravishing nights. Passing in a endless evolving motion all that was and notions. In these hours all is filled with space, empty streets before the northeast wakes and reserved time eager to waste.
When I have a camera in my hand, I know no fear.– Alfred Eisenstaedt (via life)
UGH pt. 1