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An earthquake survivor takes a break while sitting next to a puppet, amongst the debris of a circus, in Iloca town, south of Santiago, March 6, 2010. (REUTERS/Ivan Alvarado)
—via abbyjean: via The Big Picture @ Boston Globe
chloezivkovic, do you remember?
Originally posted here on November 7th, 2008.
Bright Star
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art—
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—
No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever—or else swoon to death.
John Keats
Looking out on to the corner of Derekh Namir and Einstein from here.
Photo dated sometime in the mid-90s when I began my life as a “צפונית”. After a year we moved out of Neve Avivim to Herzliya Pituach, so we don’t have much documentation of our life in north Tel Aviv. I like this rare find.
Me, in a postcard sent to Family Yoon from Dublin, Ireland.
Postmarked March 16, 2007.
גשם גשם בוא - להקת הנח”ל
Peshawar, Pakistan - March 7, 1985
My mother with my sister at the bazaar in Peshawar. In this photo, my sister is about a year old. I love how my they’re the focal point in this photo, together in yellow bound by the red straps.
Jeddah, Saudi Arabia - January 10, 1992
Again, poor iPhone quality.
With Mama and Sister Yoon. I’m in the middle.
Notice that my mother is wearing the abaya. Back then, foreign women could forgo the hijab and the niqab. From what I hear, things have gotten more strict since then. I don’t think you can wear skirts now that bear the ankles like my mother does in the photo.
Seoul, South Korea - March 14, 1993
Me with my first and favorite stuffed animal. If I remember correctly, my father bought me this stuffed animal off a street cart on his way from work to the hospital.
(I don’t have a scanner so instead took a picture of it with my iPhone. Hence the poor quality.)
