Coffee-Stained Journal

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Why the Sky and the Ocean Are Blue: The Color of Distance and Desire


Day 231: “Be fearful of mediocrity.” (Jonathon Ellery) #postbark #quotes


20-year-old Romanian photographer Felicia Simion's “dreamscapes” follow silhouetted figures in their journeys across vast, mysterious landscapes. Check out our exclusive interview with her, here.


On a recent trip to Iceland, Montpelier, France-based photographer Sarah Martinet had the opportunity to take an aerial tour of the land in a plane with open windows, resulting in these stunning photos that showcase the country’s extreme natural beauty from a unique, bird’s-eye view.

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Newspaper Blackouts by Austin Kleon

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Day 229: “It isn’t what you have or who you are or where you are or what you are doing that makes you happy or unhappy. It’s what you think about.” (Dale Carnegie) #postbark #howtowinfriends #maryville #spoofhounds (at City Park)


Alaska-born photographer Acacia Johnson's Polaris depicts the northern lands of Alaska and Iceland in a series of moody, atmospheric photos. With a profound connection to the Far North’s otherworldly terrains, Johnson—who describes her photographic process as “expeditionary in nature”—captures stunning images of untamed wilderness.


England-based photographer Martin Kimbell uses long exposures and special lighting techniques to create spectacular light trails set against lovely landscapes. To capture each gorgeous spectacle, Kimbell attaches LED lights to a hoop and then tosses it up in the air to document the movement.

Because we are laughed at, I don’t think people really understand how essential [comedians] are to their sanity. If it weren’t for the brief respite we give the world with our foolishness, the world would see mass suicide in numbers that compare favorably with the death rate of the lemmings. I’m sure most of you have heard the story of the man who, desperately ill, goes to an analyst and tells the doctor that he has lost his desire to live and that is seriously considering suicide. The doctor listens to his tale of melancholia and then tells the patient that what he needs is a good belly laugh. He then advises the unhappy man to go to the circus that night and spend the evening laughing at Grock, the world’s funniest clown. The doctor sums it up, “After you have seen Grock, I am sure you will be much happier.” The patient rises to his feet, looks sadly at the doctor, turns and ambles toward the door. As he starts to leave the doctor says, “By the way, what is your name?” The man turns and regards the analyst with sorrowful eyes. “I am Grock.”

Groucho Marx, Groucho And Me (via austinkleon)

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