~ Claire Fontaine (via riley)

~ Walden, by Jez Burrows

~ Naoko Matsubara (via)

~ Bob de Graaf, “Wings”
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~ Bryan Nash Gill, Hemlock 82
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~ Caroline Picard

~ Anna Hallin

~ Thomas Boswell’s Shackleton, “Screen prints based on Ernest Shackleton’s failed business endeavours”
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What is extraordinary about being on a mountain summit (at least in good weather) is that you can see different seasons, different countries, and sometimes even the curvature of the earth. You view hundreds of miles in all directions: you occupy a panoptical point, really. This is both an egotistical and a quashing experience: you see backwards in time, outwards in space, and are both uplifted and diminished by that experience. For whatever reason, that mixture of self-celebration and self-obliteration, which is a version of the pain-pleasure mixture of the sublime, is incredibly compelling.

~ Robert Macfarlane

John Ruskin, The Glacier des Bois, 1843.

The last arctic grew out of Louisa Conrad’s desire to present the confusing multiplicity of voices and opinions on the issue of gas exploration that she encountered in the arctic. “When you’re dealing with mystery,” said Jean Cocteau, “stay as close to reality as possible.” The reality on the ground, she discovered, concealed itself in a tangle of social issues. Contradictions prevailed. Lines of communication were flooded with information. Propaganda put out by both industry and environmentalist groups hovered around opposing poles.

~ Louisa Conrad