A collection, so to speak

James Abbott McNeill Whistler,  Nocturne in Black and Gold- The Falling Rocket, 1875. Oil on panel, 60.3 x 46.4 cm (23.7 x 18.2 in). Detroit Institute of Arts, Detroit. Gift of Dexter M. Ferry, Jr.

☀️Eclipse🌙

new reaction image

André Édouard Marty (French, 1882 – 1974)

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As late summer gives way to early fall, many Americans will head to the fair and seek out their favorite regional delicacies. Here are The Onion’s top state fair foods. 

Lowly Worm X Tracey Chapman

She's being so big and brave.

The long awaited sequel.

"Break Free," created by artist Disha Dua.

You cannot unburn what is burned. Although you scrape the ruined toast, You can’t go back. It’s time you learned The butter cannot be unchurned, You can’t unmail the morning post, You cannot unburn what is burned– The lovers in your youth you spurned, The bridges charred you needed most. You can’t go back. It’s time you learned Smoke’s reputation is well earned, Not just as an acrid, empty boast– You cannot unburn what is burned. You longed for home, but while you yearned, The black ships smoldered on the coast; You can’t go back. It’s time you learned That even if you had returned, You’d only be a kind of ghost, You can’t go back. It’s time you learned That what is burned is burned is burned.