Friday Filler VIII

•  Should a woman be spanked?
• This amazing Australian beer ad. made me open the fridge and have a cold beer. So good!
• today's quote
• gif of the day-granny's fake fall! 
• This site was made with lot of meraki
• How to kiss: A lesson in four photos from 1942
• The six worst facelifts you've ever seen.
• The right way to honor your partner via
• It's nice that
• I was away while everyone was watching the most boring Olympics  
• The last days of summer. (above).(via)

In the Woods

I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all. The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water, most of all like golden eternities of past childhood or past manhood and all the living and the dying and the heartbreak that went on a million years ago and the clouds as they pass overhead seem to testify (by their own lonesome familiarity) to this feeling.

Jack Kerouac, Dharma Bums

photos by Nigel and I
video by me

Thank you Bruce!

Summertime Sadness

"to be alone for a month is good

I follow the bright fish of memory

falling deeper into myself

to the endless present

the child’s cry is my only clock

yet your singing echoes in corners

who clatters the red tea-pot

or opens the door with a bang

to look at the evening sky?

your typewriter lies silent

it is reproachful

I cannot make it stutter like you

I sit in the woods at dusk

listening for the sound of your singing

there are letters from a thousand miles

you wrote a week ago

like leaves from an autumn tree

they fall on the mat

it was your voice woke me

and the absent touch of your hand

"

— Frances Horovitz, Poem Of Absence 

By the River

The beauty of Manali is unbelievable
photos by me