John. 
George.
The Resounding Sea, Thomas Moran. 1886
Sir McCartney
Mr. Eastwood
deathandmysticism:

Maria Sabina
aamontoya:

Loam, collage. Adam A. Montoya, Fall 2013
"Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air.
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself—
Yea, all which it inherit—shall dissolve,
And like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep. Sir, I am vexed.
Bear with my weakness. My old brain is troubled.
Be not disturbed with my infirmity.
If you be pleased, retire into my cell
And there repose. A turn or two I’ll walk
To still my beating mind.”
-The Tempest
Wichita National Forest, Oklahoma. 1908