i am a little church(no great cathedral)
far from the splendor and squalor of hurrying cities
-i do not worry if briefer days grow briefest,
i am not sorry when sun and rain make april

my life is the life of the reaper and the sower;
my prayers are prayers of earth's own clumsily striving
(finding and losing and laughing and crying)children
whose any sadness or joy is my grief or my gladness

around me surges a miracle of unceasing
birth and glory and death and resurrection:
over my sleeping self float flaming symbols
of hope,and i wake to a perfect patience of mountains

i am a little church(far from the frantic
world with its rapture and anguish)at peace with nature
-i do not worry if longer nights grow longest;
i am not sorry when silence becomes singing

winter by spring,i lift my diminutive spire to
merciful Him Whose only now is forever:
standing erect in the deathless truth of His presence
(welcoming humbly His light and proudly His darkness)

e.e.
bygoneamericana:

All-night prom at Disneyland, 1961.
By Ralph Crane
twelveplusways:

Sarah Vaughan 
wehadfacesthen:

Claude Philippe au L’orientais, Paris, undated, photo by Emile Savitry
via kvetchlandia
firsttimeuser:

Balloon dancers, trained by Miss Ethel Hunt, 1932
lostsplendor:

Jump by Philippe Halsman, c. 1956
rose-verres:

“A three second exposure meant that subjects had to stand very still to avoid being blurred, and holding a smile for that period was tricky. As a result, we have a tendency to see our Victorian ancestors as even more formal and stern than they might have been.”
oldhollywood:

Katharine Hepburn in The Sea of Grass (1947, dir. Elia Kazan) (via)
theconstantbuzz:

The Red Balloon, Albert Lamorisse.
wehadfacesthen:

Gene Tierney in Leave Her To Heaven (John M Stahl, 1945)
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