The tortured soul lives alone.
90-year Ed Bray served in WW II and served in Normandy.
He’s covered this up for 80 years.
Join me in being inspired by Mr. Bray. I was moved…
The tortured soul lives alone.
90-year Ed Bray served in WW II and served in Normandy.
He’s covered this up for 80 years.
Join me in being inspired by Mr. Bray. I was moved…
“The Horsemen: The traditional ‘Rounding of the Mares’ has been with the Almonte horsemen for generations. Over a thousand horses are driven across the plains and through the towns of rural Spain. Being a horseman in Almonte is to live the tradition of our ancestors that has existed for over 500 years, to maintain the balance between nature and man. It is something so rooted inside of us, in our blood, that we are born horsemen and our children are born horsemen. The first thing they want to do is go to the marshlands with their fathers and grandfathers. For us the marshlands, the field, the nature, is a religion, a way of life, an identity. It’s a proud responsibility to because you have to maintain what you love. We are horsemen, living in unity with nature and our values. It is a community and a union, between animal and man. I think for a man, where he has lived, what his elders have passed onto him, if he doesn’t preserve this then life has little meaning.”
Isle of Awe Land from Abteen Bagheri on Vimeo.
BSS | Breakfast Interrupted from Bruton Stroube Studios on Vimeo.
Related Video: If you want to see how they made this clip, go here. Cool.
Fragments of Iceland from Lea et Nicolas Features on Vimeo.
Wonderful short clip to put you in that Sunday morning frame of mind. The video is beautifully paired with music by The Cinematic Orchestra called To Build a Home. Good Sunday morning…
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“Samare” is a 1 minute short film. It is a stop-motion short film that uses the flipbook illusion. Let’s me just call it magic artistry.
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Laying in just after waking
Covers pulled tight, no chance of moving
Looking through open widows
At a clear blue Sunday sky
Smiling through memories
Those thoughts which fill head
Of the night before, the days to come
The way friends are always near
In a perfect innocence their words
Carry away all worries
Becoming distracted by the self
Coffee and toast on the bedside
Slowly going cold
Sleep still lingers in the eye
A soft breeze blows in
Television on in the background
A morning of rest and recollection
While looking at a clear blue sky
The joy of a Sunday morning
Quote Source: Thank you GP. Painting: “Still Life” by Nicholas Hely-Hutchinson. English Painters (1950). Thank you madamescherzo vi art-and-dream.