Paperchase isn’t the same for everybody, I’m scribbling just to clear the daze

"At the root of the tree at the heart of the world, With a chain round his neck, the Wolf lies curled. His gleaming teeth and jaws are furled, And the sun shall rise in the morning.

His chain, it is forged of the nerve of a bear, Of the voice of a fish, and a girl’s chin-hair. His chain, it is light and strong and fair, And the sun shall rise in the morning.

With a mountain’s root, and a cat’s foot-fall, And the spit of a bird, he is held in thrall, Though iron could bind him never at all, And the sun shall rise in the morning.

The sun shall rise, the stars shall fade, For the binding which the good gods made Still loops the Wolf in its lovely braid, And the sun shall rise in the morning.”

"At the root of the tree at the heart of the world, With a chain round his neck, the Wolf lies curled. His gleaming teeth and jaws are furled, And the sun shall rise in the morning."

Taking pictures while biking guarantees you won’t get the shot you wanted.

HOF Crew on the fire escape.

Rose Garden lunch

The End Of All Good

Monday feel

Quick lunch while out biking

usnatarchivesexhibits:

Letter from President Abraham Lincoln’s Cabinet to Vice President Andrew Johnson Regarding the Death of the President, 04/15/1865

Item from General Records of the Department of State. (09/1789 -)

This letter was written to Andrew Johnson informing him of Lincoln’s assassination. 

Source: http://go.usa.gov/DyKJ

tonyx816:

After dark.

13daysiniceland:


Fjaðrárgljúfur, South Iceland

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