October 31st, 2012
На паперти, Флоренция
The Milky Way

Send These, The Homeless, Tempest-Tost To me

For New York & all the storm-damaged places along the eastern seaboard...
“Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
—Emma Lazarus, 1883
vis-a-vis
Flying
Recent trip to Chicago this weekend. Clicking the photo will take you to my flickr account where there are more photos if you're bored (:

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Industrial buildings in Aarhus Harbour..
Story time by firelight
My 5 year old listening intently to a story her dad is telling.

