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Rarely do we stop to appreciate the simple designs from eras gone by. Here's the impressive grill of a 1952 Ford "Big Job" F-7 truck.
Truck: 1952 Ford "Big Job" F-7.
Photo # IM3_4004bw.
(c) Kelly Shipp Photography.
Decorative grasses and waves of flowers are the main characteristics of the garden at Hauser & Wirth Somerset, Bruton, England. Garden design by Piet Oudolf.
At the top of the garden sits the futuristic Radić Pavilion, designed by the Chilean architect Smiljan Radić. It was installed at Hauser & Wirth Somerset in March 2015.
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This week's theme for Mosaic Montage Monday was Folk Design. I was happy to find this handcrafted gem! HMMM!
Saiyuki manga not for my school :p just for fun :D
sorry quality down using paint to convert in JPEG i can't send the real files!
I've been driving past this beautiful courtyard for several years and I have always thought it was very well done. Yesterday, I finally got around to getting a shot of it. I love the uniqueness, the color, the vines on the walls, the odd shaped windows and just the whole style and design of the place. It really stands out.
L'uomo, lo scimmione obeso della cui specie facciamo parte, ritiene di aver inventato il "design". Se tuttavia la sua capacitĂ di guardarsi intorno e di osservare andasse appena appena oltre il suo naso, si sarebbe accorto che il "design" l'ha inventato la Natura. E che quando l'ha inventato, nella notte dei tempi, non si chiamava "design", ma garzetta, airone, zebra, giraffa, giglio, ecc. ecc. ..... ..
Detail of Yngve Ekstrom's Lounge Chair design (1950s, oak laminate), here the structure supporting the armrest. Mitakon Speedmaster at F 0.95, close-up. Edited in Fuji's raw converter and in Luminar.
meu convite de formatura personalizado, vai ser colado numa long neck, depois q eu colar eu posto as fotos de como ficaram
Part of the major project of my degree, a project that seeks to present important literary figures to a new audience, reinvigorating classic literature through good design.
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Addio a Dame Zaha Hadid, la piĂą grande archistar donna
Con lei va via un pezzo importante della storia dell'architettura dell'ultimo ventennio deceduta ieri all'ospedale di Miami, Irachena, di cultura londinese.
When the Frostsmith’s forge still burned among the clouds, and the winds themselves were his bellows, two apprentices labored beneath the still sky. They were young, yet seasoned by silence — for in the realm of cold, one learned not through words, but through listening.
The master, whose eyes mirrored the pale light of the pole, set before them a task both humble and impossible:
“Shape for me two snowflakes,” he said, “that shall not merely fall — but speak.”
For days uncounted, the apprentices studied the breath of frost as it gathered on the forge’s edge, tracing how each crystal grew by harmony, not command. One worked with boldness — striking sparks from the frozen anvil, carving deep, daring facets that caught every glint of light. The other worked with patience — polishing edges until they sang, weaving delicate lattices fine as breath on glass.
At last, they placed their works before the master: two snowflakes, each unlike the other, yet bound by an invisible symmetry of spirit. He gazed long upon them, and then smiled — that rare, quiet smile that cracked the frost on his beard.
“You have understood,” he whispered. “The craft of cold is not to conquer form, but to release it. Each flake carries within it the shape of its own becoming.”
He quenched them in the breath of dawn, where rime formed instantly — sealing their patterns in a thin armor of frozen mist, and named them Echo and Answer, for their symmetry held the dialogue of creation itself.
And as they drifted into the world below, the apprentices watched them go, knowing they would melt before anyone could hold them.
But that was the lesson.
Creation, the master had said, is not measured by how long it endures.
Full snowflake collection: Instagram.