Twelfth journey. Descent of the balloon Jean-Bart into the Seine, near Jumièges.
From Histoire de mes ascensions (Story of my balloon ascents), by Gaston Tissandier, Paris, 1880.
A written word is the choicest of relics. It is something at once more intimate with us and more universal than any other work of art. It is the work of art nearest to life itself. It may be translated into every language, and not only be read but actually breathed from all human lips; - not to be represented on canvas or in marble only, but be carved out of the breath of life itself. — Henry David Thoreau, Walden
Jessie Arms Botke
Here’s one of our favorite photos of all time.
A zookeeper dressed up in a giant panda suit carries panda cub Cao Gen at the Hetaoping Research and Conservation Center.
Scientists wear the panda suits to limit human interaction with the endangered bears, which are being left to fend for themselves in the new habitat so they can learn crucial survival skills and live in the wild without assistance.
Shipwrecked sailors attacked by man-eating sharks, from Sea and Land by J. W. Buel, 1889 (via freakyfauna)
Love lingered - by way of long conversations at night into those stark hours when the mind thins and sharpens and the borrowings from dreams become the stuff of all life, by way of deep and intimate kindnesses they developed toward each other, by way of their laughing at the same absurdities and thinking the same things noble and the same things sad. — F. Scott Fitzgerald - The Beautiful and Damned
“Voyage of the Pequod” map (1956) (via laphamsquarterly)
(Source: filiinattica, via tentaclegarden)