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q8q · 2 years

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Smoke Sun Mist

#5 #nature #landscape #trees #mountains #lake #fog #fogg #mist #twilight

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yaviae · 1 year

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Neuschwanstein Castle in winter via

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andulkaphoto · 9 months

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#photographers on tumblr #original photography #winter #snow #landscape #foggy #branches #trees #winter wonderland #winter aesthetic #white #fogg #mist #building #romantic

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chambersandfogg · 12 days

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June 4th, 1920

My dear Mr. Chambers,

Apologies first and foremost, or taking such a godawful-ly long time to return to return your letter of the fourteenth of April. Once again, you prove yourself to be an endlessly thoughtful and fastidious person. I feel in utter shambles next to you so often. But with a bright new shining decade at our disposal, I’m determined to be more organized.

An auspicious start, isn’t it? Diving fully into the new decade halfway through its first year. But I’m only just back from my post-war jaunt around the globe—a trip well-earned, I’d say—and I’ve purchased an absolutely absurd estate on Long Island. More rooms and more land than I know what to do with, but I’m sure I’ll find ways of filling it all. After so many years being a respectable, responsible middle aged man, I think I’m due for some foolishness.

To kick it all off—my triumphant return home, the sparkling nineteen-twenties, my extravagant purchase—I’ve decided to throw the party of this, and any, season. On June 21st, I’ll be hosting an enormous fête for the summer solstice, an occasion I’ve never given much thought to, but which is celebrated all around the world with great aplomb. There will be dancing and eating and libations, both legal and otherwise, and I do think it will be a rollicking good time.

I would like to have you there. In truth, I’m not certain who will be on the guest list. It’s tricky, isn’t it? Just as you predicted, making and maintaining connection over the decades when we appear the way we do is quite difficult. And with the war and being away for so long after, my social circles have dwindled severely. I’m thinking of inviting my brothers and sister for God’s sake, so please come save my poor dulled soul.

I know we haven’t seen each other in some time, but there would be something poetic, I think, in meeting again at the halfway point of the year. I had toyed with the idea of hosting a New Year’s Eve party instead, but the holiday is now so wrapped up in time spent—

Say you’ll come. You can stay the weekend, the week, the month. Just say you’ll come. For now, I am,

Humbly Yours,

John

[a letter received by C.X. Chambers]

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#fogg #letter #chambers and fogg #lauren shippen #new year's day podcast

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myphotosandmore · 4 months

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Waiting, December 2023

#photography #my photos #photo #photooftheday #france #photographer of tumblr #fogg

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mushroommemoirs · 2 years

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You coming or what?

#vulture core #goblincore #vulture culture #cottagecore #liminal spaces #spooky #nature scenery #scenery #foreboding #forestcore #abandoned #creepy aesthetic #creepy places #landscape #unsettling #fogg

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ej-photoblog · 1 month

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On The Road A Foggy Morning!!

#photo #nature #foggy #fogg

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hieronymusarchives · 2 years

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Woman Holding a Pomegranate

Other Titles Former Title: Turan

third quarter 5th century BCE

Etruscan

#etruscan #bodies #fruit #pomegranate #sculpture #fogg

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meyoujustlife · 1 year

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#Landscape #Travel #Relax #Chillout #Poland #Fogg #Forest

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caringalbuswrites · 1 year

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Finally, new chapter up!!!

Chapter №3 of “For Our Greater Good”

I must admit that my Albus' takes changed a lot because we were more wanting to write specific ideas instead of narrating the process to get there.

Also, enjoy a drawing i made for the chapter! (I got lazy on the books, sorry.

#for our greater good #fogg #caring albus writes #albus dumbledore #writings #writing #headcanon #fantastic beasts #ggad #grindeldore #albus dumbledore x gellert grindelwald #ao3 #ao3fic #gelbus #mini dumbledore #mini grindeldore #mini grindelwald

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weleavetomorrow · 2 years

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I could stay here forever.

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kamsa666 · 2 years

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forestduck · 1 year

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m00nlxv3r · 1 year

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i'm sorry, but can we all agree that Passepartout is fruity af? like why would u risk ur life multiple times even knowing that u could die for a man u have just met? uh? BECAUSE U R GAY

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chambersandfogg · 2 months

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November 21st, 1918

They said we’d be home by Christmas and, against all odds, that may very well be true.

It’s over. We will not have to endure another endless winter in the mud and ice, watching our fellow soldiers’ toes turn black. I only suffered one such season, but I believe I may be done with both the cold and the outdoors for quite some time because of it.

I am not built for this. If I am being honest with myself, I don’t think anyone is built for this. There is something inhuman, unnatural, to this war. I understand that man has fought with man for as long as we’ve walked this earth, but this war is something beyond the realm of human conflict. It is as if we’ve been given the power of the gods and have decided to wage war with it despite being mere mortals ourselves.

They are calling it the Great War. Or the “war to end all wars”. I think the former lends it too much grandiosity and the latter is foolishly optimistic. We are all tired, worn out from the endless tension, the dwindling rations, the howling whistle of mortar shells before they explode, and I have no doubt that the other side feels just the same. And yet I also have no doubt that even this unending destruction has failed to sate the blood-lust that seems to run so deep in the veins of man. This war will not end wars; it has merely changed them.

There is no glory in battle. This is what I have discovered. It is not like the tales of knights and kings that I read as a boy. It is brutish and cruel, turning man into something less than he is. I feel diminished.

When it became clear that I had been given the great gift of, at the very least, an exceptionally long life, if not an unending one, I began to revel in the idea that I should get closer to experiencing every aspect of the human condition than any man has ever come before. And I set out immediately to make that true. I have traveled far and wide, have performed on the world’s great stages, have taken lovers on two continents, have read more books, attended more theatrical performances, eaten more delicious food and drank more expensive wine than I could have ever imagined. I have been to war. I have killed.

Not all human experience is made equal. This is at the very heart of the discovery I have made. Fighting in this terrible conflict, seeing the light go out of another man’s eyes, has put into stark relief just how blessed I have been in my life. I had an inkling of my own good fortune, of course. Lord knows my parents always made sure to tell me that I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth and that I would be a fool to spit it out. But my life had not been without its hardship. I spent decades toiling in a career that I was ready to give up on before the tides turned. I have had public failures and hundreds of arguments with my family. I have been lonely. But I hadn’t experienced true pain until this last year.

Charles has experienced pain in his life. Many times. The loss of his mother hit him terribly hard, and I suspect his childhood was difficult, though he has never told me all that much about it, despite my occasional prodding. He has always been the yardstick against which I measure my accomplishments, but in recent years he’s become a kind of mirror as well. After all, who else on this earth could understand me or the way that I experience the world?

Except he doesn’t understand me. And I don’t understand him, not really. I’m sorry to say that our arguments over my joining the war effort did not cease as the months marched on. I had gone to great lengths to conceal my injury from him while I was still under the watchful eye of the medics—he had no reason to discover that I was receiving his letters to the infirmary—but he uncovered the truth all the same. And it didn’t seem to matter that, by that point, I was back in the field with only a scarred thigh to show for it; he took every opportunity after that to chastise me for getting blown up and encourage me to abandon my compatriots and go home. Yet he refused to be reasoned with when I suggested he be the one to leave the war.

It angered me, that he could so clearly see how ill-equipped I was for the front. Especially considering that he was never in combat the way that I was. How should he know what it takes to drive a bayonet through a man when all his killing occurred in a lab?

I shouldn’t squabble over the ways in which the war has scarred us. And, to be fair to Charlie, I have no idea if he is still relatively unscathed. I know he’s alive, he wrote me on the eleventh, seemingly as soon as he had heard the news, though I only just now received the letter. But I have not seen him in the flesh since his leave in London in ’16. Despite being, I imagine, mere miles apart at times, the war never did bring our paths together. Just as he had wanted. But it does strike me as strange, that I have run into him unexpectedly so many times in my life, but the moment I make an effort to find him, he eludes me.

Perhaps that is precisely the problem. Perhaps whatever means he used to learn of my injury also alerted him to every instance I tried to learn his current whereabouts. Perhaps it wasn’t that I couldn’t find him, but that he didn’t want to be found.

[from the personal diary of J.S. Fogg]

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#journal #fogg #chambers and fogg #new year's day podcast #lauren shippen

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myphotosandmore · 4 months

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Follow the light, December 2023

#my photos #photography #photo #france #photographer of tumblr #fogg #night photography

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