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peaceinthestorm · 11 months
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Carolus-Duran (1837-1917, French) ~ La lecture dans un parc, n/d
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newblvotg · 9 months
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leezagraves · 1 year
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What happened to my alabiker
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mericanasshole83 · 7 months
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dimalink · 28 days
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Unexpectedly for myself, I find myself in a park. In a small forest. In the city. So, trees are high here. Roads are with asphalt. And benches. Whole location. Made out of roads and trees. And benches.
Birds are singing. Trees are high. Without leaves. And they are standing like that around a roads. Like a pillars. And you are walking such road. And road leads you somewhere in a far. So far that you cannot see the end. Like a fog. But there is no fog. It is simply, a big territory. Forest. And little roads. So, you can walk here for a long time. And watch these trees. And listen to the birds singing. Trees are with green moss and that’s gives them even more to be interesting. Looks like all these trees are growing here for a long time. And that’s gives idea one more time, about a whole universe out of trees. Someplace they are covered with moss.
And if you are find yourself tired – you can sit at the bench. Anyway, there is a place for civilization here. Asphalt on the roads. And benches. It is amazing but city landscape is near. So, you cannot be lost here.
And so, this way, it is a whole backrooms place. Where are trees along the road and it looks like it can be endless road! It is a beautiful place to think about QBasic. Or just have a rest, free time. Any kind of these places. Any kind of such park with trees.
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aliaslittlewilliam · 6 months
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Benches In the Park, Turin 2023, Italy
Series “On the Bench”
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itsstreetlove · 2 years
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A September Afternoon
2022
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danidarlingisdead · 1 year
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pacing while posting and i think i need to delete my tumblr in the meantime enjoy me in a ‘rare vintage alex g tee’ i have had since 2012
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peaceinthestorm · 4 months
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Berthe Morisot (1841-1895, French) ~ The Artist's Sister Edma Seated in a Park, 1864
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newblvotg · 9 months
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theroyalsblr · 8 months
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in the park🍁
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yleniasupercursi · 10 months
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I sew in the park because I'm an impressionist.
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dimalink · 29 days
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New trees, they will grow, later. And already a big tree. Such a beautiful. With a green moss. And such a colorful tree. It can to say – it is a texture of a tree.
And new trees - they are planted and they will grow!  And they will become as huge as at the near picture. They will be huge. And will all sunlight to trap with their leaves and branches. And a big tree has  such a different crust. White, black. And also, there are growing a moss there. Which is also it is a very interesting to observe! So, it is a fun for young naturalist! Even, no need to go to the forest. It is already good for a start  the park in a city!
And about those trees, that are planted. They look like a branches. And like, they are stick into the ground, soil. But they also will start to grow! And it is just a time – spring and summer – most best time to grow! Little birds are already singing, by the way. I like this music a lot!
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aliaslittlewilliam · 4 months
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In the Park On the Bench, (Summer 2023) Turin, Italy
Series “On the Bench”
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subtlenisha · 2 months
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He walked away from me. He didn’t heard my heart breaking. He couldn’t see my hands cutting. He couldn’t see my eyes wet. He didn’t see me looking at him. He didn’t see me taking picture of his back. Walking ahead of him and walking behind him, but we couldn’t walk together. One of us always left behind. One of us always slowed down but we couldn’t walk together. I tried to match his foots to keep up to his speeds and he did the same. But we couldn’t be together.
His presence was there, I was scared of having a eye contact. He was all there lonely. I was there all lonely. In that park we were alone together.
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