poetictouch:

Robert Frost reads his poem
Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

Extraordinary Brick Sculptures by Brad Spencer
EDW Lynch, laughingsquid.com

North Carolina artist Brad Spencer creates extraordinary sculptures out of a most ordinary medium—bricks. His work ranges from free-standing sculptures to relief sculptures. Some of his most striking works feature figures that appear to be seamles…

books0977:

Time Stops (2005). Zelkats. Digital Arts. ©2008-2012.

“…The way she looks up into the sky makes it seem she just wants to take off to another world. I had to CG this.” ~ Zelkats.

“Reading was my escape and my comfort, my consolation, my stimulant of choice: reading for the pure pleasure of it, for the beautiful stillness that surrounds you when you hear an author’s words reverberating in your head.” ― Paul Auster, The Brooklyn Follies