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daily drifter: aventurine
daily drifterCommentdaily drifter: roam
daily drifterCommentxoxo,
Ally
daily drifter: holly + zen
daily drifter1 CommentAHHH! THE HOLIDAYS ARE HERE!
Holidays for me are the equivalent of being in a super-scare-your-balls-off haunted house. If you're also in a bit of a panic this month, feel free to chill out with a stiff drink and rest easy dreaming of these sunny vistas and beautiful destinations.
xoxo,
Ally
daily drifter: stranger things
daily drifterCommentdaily drifter: the zion
daily drifterCommentdaily drifter: diorama
daily drifterComment
di·o·ram·a
ˌdīəˈramə,ˌdīəˈrämə/
noun
a model representing a scene with three-dimensional figures, either in miniature or as a large-scale museum exhibit.
historical
a scenic painting, viewed through a peephole, in which changes in color and direction of illumination simulate changes in the weather, time of day, etc.. (source: google)
We find ourselves longing for this little finite space that can be controlled. This diorama, this little box, a glimpse into our world or someone else's. In this place we are kings/queens. In this place we seek divination. We can go wherever we want to go, do whatever we want to do, and be whoever we want to be. In a world that is constantly in flux we stare into the abyss of this life that contains us, longing for the simplicity of childhood daydreams and seasons in the sun. But are we three-dimensional or just flagellating our vices for the masses? Are we a carving etched on history or a living, breathing real boy/girl living inside a scene that replays itself in a myriad of ways into dusk? Today we are searching for answers to whether we live inside this fragile frame or outside in a wild sea of ignorance.
xoxo,
Ally
daily drifter: freedom circa 1984
daily drifterCommentdaily drifter: the accolades
daily drifterCommentIn matters of meritocracy, sometimes we haven't the faintest idea what is going on. We humbly oblige some more moderate version of ourselves to demonstrate how to behave in modern society, yet our current society is full of upheaval and a future that has yet to be determined. We call them the accolades, these momentary glimpses of privilege and centrifugal forces that we often take for granted. Some call it divination or intervention. We walk blindly or swim into their seas, letting the current and the windswept sand direct us where we're meant to go and where we belonged all along.
xoxo,
Ally
daily drifter: impossivel
daily drifterComment
“Only if you are possible, everything will be possible.”
― Santosh Kalwar
As we let go of the old and embrace the new, we embark on a journey of great magnitude. We become ourselves in the realm of possibility. Somehow the future is always such an abstract concept and then suddenly we wake up and realize the future is now. We dance into the realm of impossibility and carve out our own niche of what is possible and real. What are some of your possible (or impossible) plans?
xoxo,
Ally
DAILY DRIFTER: the hours
Comment"
Violence in the flowers where they found you
Can I wait the hours
Would it be untrue
Climb up to the tower
So that you can see
All across the hours"- BH
I found myself walking down North Williams the other day and even though it's still warm outside, you can feel summer starting to go into its deep annual slumber.
You can feel it in the air and in the sunlight and everything around you-- this waiting and tension that makes us so impatient for pumpkin spice lattes, cozy pullovers, and leaf pile rambling . We're all waiting for something. We're waiting for the kettle to whistle, or the bus to arrive, or a multitude of other events that could occur in an otherwise linear day. What are you waiting for?
xoxo,
Ally
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"caught in a flower's hue" by
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"birth" by
"inertia creeps" by
"this beautiful creature must die/a death for no reason/ and death for no reason is murder" by
"grrrl" by
"my little geisha" by
DAILY DRIFTER: metropolis
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“By its nature, the metropolis provides what otherwise could be given only by traveling; namely, the strange.”
-jane jacobs
Living in a city always has its share of "strange." The metropolis tends to have a cultural ambiguity-- a series of extreme refinements and likewise extreme dereliction. Yet the fabric of the city is so much more vibrant than that comparison. The "metropolis" itself is very much centered around the people. Even if you live in a small town, some part of you can relate to the "human" scale of the metropolis. Just like any great empire, it is based on people-- people who are fragile and fallible. Like any Ayn Rand creation, we breathe life into our city and our city breathes life into us. I believe the following artists have captured the essence of this beautifully.
xoxo,
Ally
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"quanshen3" by
"lives" by
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"36650013" by
"in my head" by
"after biking" by
"glastür-- french door" by
"mytubenyc" by
DAILY DRIFTER: quanta
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Beauty is truly in the eye of the beholder, but today we are focusing on the tiny universes that exist inside our own. Sometimes the eye is the opening to someone's inner world. Sometimes the world wraps itself around us and beckons to us in all dimensions. And oftentimes even a picture can capture an artificial world or a fleeting thought that would be lost to the wind. Today we go to the cosmos and back in search of what is.
xoxo,
Ally
"Jade" by
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"London/Taxicab" by
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"StandingHereTillTheEndOfTime" by
"hola invierno" by
"transcending" by
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DAILY DRIFTER: blue jeans on fire
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Blue jeans, bonfires, long nights, rock 'n' roll. We are always pushing the envelope by going above and beyond those who came before us. We are the dreamers, the doers, and the radicals. These are the people that burn the bridges and start the fires, all while looking radiant and innovative. Today we pay tribute to those timeless folks without whom the world would be a boring place to live.
xoxo,
Ally
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"Savanna Singers" by
"Coastin'" by
"*" by
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"still from my music video" by
"Defending Our Brave Martian Explorers" by
"karahindiba" by
"love box" by
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DAILY DRIFTER: waiting for the summer
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We celebrated the summer solstice last night by bonfire, under douglas firs out on the coast. It's just finally warm enough to feel summer's powerful spell draping us with its warm embrace. The wait is finally over. What are some of your big plans for Summer (if you're not still waiting for it)?
xoxo,
Ally
"Ocean blue take me away" by
"carthasy live @ rosemount hotel" by
"Lisa & Sasha" by
"Lilya" by
"Adriana" by
"boiling." by
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"Compact Team" by naomi of
DAILY DRIFTER: some things last a long time
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Historically, the photograph has been an interesting phenomenon. It is able to capture the very essence of people's souls and provides the ability to stop time just briefly. When time stops, we see a moment in the frame that conveys so much thought, meaning, and depth. Even in the digital era, the camera somehow captures the vitality of the soul. In this selection, we will see time stand still and how the subject of the portrait inhabits the frame, all the while reaching far outside the frame into our very hearts.
xoxo,
Ally
"Introvert #2" by
"Crimson and bare as I stand II" by
"new shoes" by
"Untitled" by
"Idea of Florida as a Midwestern kid meets reality" by
"khaleesi, mother of dragons" by
"Thibaut" by
"The Others- Demo Portrait" by
"fall" by
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"+" by
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CommentDAILY DRIFTER: field notes
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Whether we're traipsing through far-off vistas or simply walking down a country road, wife open spaces and blankets of clouds can bring us down the earth. Even if civilization is closer than we would like, there is very much beauty left untamed in the wilderness. The following selections focus on this spirit of movement and the quiet stillness of being within the belly of the natural world.
xoxo,
Ally
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"White Rabbit" by
"Jardins de Laribal" by
"devaneio cristalino" by
"stratification" by
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"Kiev. Ukraine. June 2014" by
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"elrika's mother" by
DAILY DRIFTER: maps
CommentWhen I think about "maps," I immediately recall the raised plastic ones of different countries throughout my childhood. My grandfather had a Rand McNally set and he used to bring them out when we would come to visit him back east. It was always really exciting for him to show me all of the places he went during the war. As a kid, I was fascinated by all the valleys and ridges of the Rocky Mountains and all of the little engraved lines throughout. But there are other types of maps that are just as profound and abstracted. The maps of our hands, the histories we weave, the path of travel, and the organic nature of pattern can all be types of maps. Even the cells in our brains, with neurons firing, operate as a sort of map. Today we will focus on the nature of maps and how everything, in some way or another, could potentially be representative of a map. Whether traveling to unknown locales or sitting in your living room, maps can be found nearly everywhere and in stranger forms than one could ever imagine.
xoxo,
Ally
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"summer on the west coast" by
"Pt.II" by
"Lo Specchio" by
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"Rush Hour Emulators" by
"14" by
"st.pauli." by
"children on the beach" by
"10" by
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DAILY DRIFTER: ☥oblivion☥
CommentThere is always quite a bit of talk about the edge of the world, and the continuity of the universe beyond us. The idea of fading into Oblivion has been particularly worrisome ever since the dropping of the bomb, but the concept of space and time travel is never far from our thoughts for long. Sometimes it seems as though we are modern spectators, caught between the door to future of technological advances and the window to the past and how we have advanced thus far. There is an ironic sense of surrealism lying behind the ideas of the non-existence of existence, of quantum theory in essence, and of the very dichotomy between the mind and the spirit. Call me a mystic if you will, but I do believe the spirit is freewheeling and infinite. At the edge of Oblivion, what will we find?
xoxo,
Ally
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"mountain climbing" by
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"humanscape" by
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"Dnipropetrovsk, Ukraine 2014" by
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"Time on Your Own in a Place like Big Sur" by
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"#135" by
"film_0937_leden_olympus35sp_jenstejn_37" by
"made of magic" by