The Story.

The Story.

Married!

Married!

Love

Love

Truth.

Truth.

awkwardsituationist:

for ten years now, leonid tishkov has traveled the world with his moon. here we see him in arctic svalbard magdalene fjord (1,5,7), new zealand, near rangitito (second and fourth photo, taken by marcus williams), the tian shang observatory near the border between china and kyrgyzstan (third photo, by po-i chen) and moscow (sixth and eighth photos taken by boris bendikov)

"the moon is a shining point that brings people together from different countries, of different nationalities and cultures - and everyone who gets in its orbit does not forget it ever. it gives fairytale and poetry in our prosy and mercantile world," leonid writes. "the moon helps us to overcome our loneliness in the universe by uniting us around it."

leonid adds, “the ancient ural peoples who lived in my home told a fairy tale about how a shaman goes into the next world, illuminating the path of the moon. so in all of my photos, i can be seen in my late father’s cloak, because he travels with me in this way.”

Hey moon, please forget to fall down
Hey moon, don’t you go down.

(via justincourtneypierre)

Sunshine State.

Sunshine State.

Lost in the World.

A Fall Afternoon

I had withdrawn into the darkness of thought, wrapped in light on a fall afternoon

My song was swept up and echoed into the trees
The storms of truth spiral everywhere, and it frees

And to the woods edge you came on that fall day
(This was my thought) and you looked for me with a love that would not fray

But did not go inside, though your desire was deep
You spoke aloud, with a gentle stop and a slow start as if to say:
'We are imperfect, and in that is but perfection like the winds of March and the flowers of May'

In my thoughts, and in my heart, I stood close inside and saw it all
Beyond the woods edge, I waited in a dream
And the simple and aching longing that came when I fought through my thoughts, and was able to call

And tell to you that the leaves of fall do still sway in light, and all is truly what it would seem.

It is not true that I waited and loved unrequitedly aloof,
For the leaves and trees slowly open and wake, you stepped inside with me, and this is proof.

November 13th, 2013

I’ve been dreaming of things yet to come

Living,

Learning,

Watching,

Burning


Eyes on the sun

Calling All Cops

Calling all cops and autobots,
I hope that you’’re still there
Saving victims from the wreckage
Of our wild affairs, such wild affairs.

Copy all cats and acrobats,
I know you don’t play fair,
Sending sickness through the atmosphere,
Without a care, without a care.

Calling all dolls and concert halls,
The curtain hits the cast,
They parade like perfect ponies,
But it never lasts, it never lasts.

Sever all ties to satellites
That broadcast worthless words
You’re extrapolating nonsense
And it really hurts, it really hurts.

When I’m awake,
I make the same mistakes they make.
When I’m awake,
I can’t escape.

When I’m awake,
I make the same mistakes they make.
And everything just falls apart.

Calling all cops and autobots,
I hope that you’re still there,
Saving victims from the wreckage,
Of our wild affairs, such wild affairs.

Suffer all teens and dramamine,
The coast is not yet clear,
Every continent has chaos,
And we need you here, we need you here.

When I’m awake,
I make the same mistakes they make.
When I’m awake,
I can’t escape.

When I’m awake,
I make the same mistakes they make.
And everything just falls apart.

(Calling all cops and autobots)
And everything just falls apart,
(Calling all cops and autobots)
And everything just falls apart.
And everything just falls apart.

City of Angels.

I Got You.

Take me to my city by the bay. <3

Zombie Zin - Chateau Diana in Sonoma, CA

Zombie Zin - Chateau Diana in Sonoma, CA

Save Me, San Francisco!

This city of love holds a large amount of memories and emotions: darkness, reflections, loss, intermingled with the fleeting bliss of life coming completely undone.

I was here during a lot of the darkest times of my life over the years. When my mom got sick with cancer and died a few months later. When the divorce happened. When my future father-in-law became critically ill and I saw him one final time, to ask for his permission to marry his daughter.

This city, this city by the sea. 

Surrounded by mountains and people that mean so much to me and all of the memories. Memories that find me, bind me, and in some ways, define me.

I leave for this city again this upcoming weekend. This time it’s going to be different. This time I’m taking it back, I’m taking it all back.

This time it will be a rebirth with the one I love.

Save Me, San Francisco!

This city of love holds a large amount of memories and emotions: darkness, reflections, loss, intermingled with the fleeting bliss of life coming completely undone.

I was here during a lot of the darkest times of my life over the years. When my mom got sick with cancer and died a few months later. When the divorce happened. When my future father-in-law became critically ill and I saw him one final time, to ask for his permission to marry his daughter.

This city, this city by the sea.

Surrounded by mountains and people that mean so much to me and all of the memories. Memories that find me, bind me, and in some ways, define me.

I leave for this city again this upcoming weekend. This time it’s going to be different. This time I’m taking it back, I’m taking it all back.

This time it will be a rebirth with the one I love.