theniftyfifties:

Ava Gardner in Australia during the filming of ‘On the Beach’, 1959. Photo by Wayne Miller.

theniftyfifties:

Ava Gardner in Australia during the filming of ‘On the Beach’, 1959. Photo by Wayne Miller.

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theniftyfifties:

Ava Gardner during the filming of ‘On the Beach’ in Australia, 1959. Photo by Wayne Miller.

theniftyfifties:

Ava Gardner during the filming of ‘On the Beach’ in Australia, 1959. Photo by Wayne Miller.

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indypendent-thinking:

Anthony Perkins photographed by Wayne Miller in Australia while filming On the Beach, 1959.

indypendent-thinking:

Anthony Perkins photographed by Wayne Miller in Australia while filming On the Beach, 1959.


Ava Gardner photographed by Wayne Miller during the filming of On the Beach, 1959

Ava Gardner photographed by Wayne Miller during the filming of On the Beach, 1959

Ava Gardner photographed by Wayne Miller during the filming of On the Beach, 1959
introspectivepoet:

Howth, Ireland.  Photo Credit: KH  #ireland #irelandphotography #howthireland #travelphotography #dublin

introspectivepoet:

Howth, Ireland.
Photo Credit: KH
#ireland #irelandphotography #howthireland #travelphotography #dublin

That age when you don’t have to sleep to dream. That’s what I choose. If there is an afterlife, that’s where I would stay. In that one instant, of that one night, in that one year, when the world was just as it should be. I would hold on so tightly to the things that I loved—things that life eventually took from me—no, stole from me, as if my heart had been ripped from my chest while it was still beating and I was forced to watch as it slowly wound down and stopped, stilled forever—that’s where I will be, And I will never wake up from that dream. That is what I hope heaven is, if it’s anything. 
                                                 ~~adam stanley


That age when you don’t have to sleep to dream. That’s what I choose. If there is an afterlife, that’s where I would stay. In that one instant, of that one night, in that one year, when the world was just as it should be. I would hold on so tightly to the things that I loved—things that life eventually took from me—no, stole from me, as if my heart had been ripped from my chest while it was still beating and I was forced to watch as it slowly wound down and stopped, stilled forever—that’s where I will be, And I will never wake up from that dream. That is what I hope heaven is, if it’s anything.

                                                 ~~adam stanley

It rained the whole summer in the city, and we were always soaking wet, as if we were being baptized by the open sky, involuntarily cleansed of whatever sins we had committed, against whatever god that was destroying our happiness.There were other sacraments that summer that went unnoticed.Not all of them holy.
Adam Stanley  Still Life With Plastic Roses

It rained the whole summer in the city, and we were always soaking wet, as if we were being baptized by the open sky, involuntarily cleansed of whatever sins we had committed, against whatever god that was destroying our happiness.
There were other sacraments that summer that went unnoticed.
Not all of them holy.

Adam Stanley  Still Life With Plastic Roses

uggggghh…tears!! cried like a baby! uggggghh…tears!! cried like a baby! uggggghh…tears!! cried like a baby! uggggghh…tears!! cried like a baby!