We wanted to earn this shot..
More often than not photography feels like your just running from spot to spot.. So we opted to Kayak to Spirit Island for the full experience. Photos don’t really do justice to the absolute beauty that lies at the end of this lake. The sunset was crazy, but the stars last night were even better.. #WeDidntSleepAsecond
We didn’t bring any water because the lake was too pure not to drink out of #WeActuallyForgotWater After 6 hours of paddling our arms are jello but our smiles and sunburns said it all. Definitely one of the most memorable 24 Hours of my life. Expect to see more and sorry for the long caption.
Shot with iPhone (crazy what those things can do) with @olloclip wide angle
@travelalberta (at Maligne Lake)
7:12 pm • 17 September 2014
Women perform 66 percent of the world’s work, produce 50 percent of the food, but earn 10 percent of the income and own 1 percent of the property (UNICEF, ‘Gender Equality – The Big Picture’, 2007.)
12:00 pm • 17 September 2014
— (noun) Jan/jaan is one of those specials words which lends itself across cultures and languages as a term of endearment and affection meaning, love, dear, heart, and life in East Asia. Arab/Persian: In Arabic, jan represents beloved one or dear. The Persian origins of this word mean life, equivalent to the Punjabi and Hindi definition. Calling a person your jaan, in comparison to the Arab and Persian culture, in South East Asian countries is an act of true love and intimiacy, and not used as liberally as the Persian connotation. Its true origins stem from Sanskrit. In Urdu you often refer to your lover and those your are close to as “meri jaan [meh-ree jaan],” also meaning my life, and my dear. It has a deeper emotional meaning than merely calling someone your love, or sweetheart; it is used in the essence of true love. (via wordsnquotes)
7:12 am • 17 September 2014
Every Friday, after the Juma prayer, people start filing into this small place at the foothills. Nobody in the community seems to miss this ritual. Other than the small mounds topped by two or three stones, a corridor stands out prominently. It is dotted with portraits of young students, ambitious bankers, committed teachers and promising lawyers on each side. Each image is full of life. A humming recitation spreads around and the sound of sobbing women can be heard clearly with the setting sun, which eventually dissolves into dusk. Welcome to the Hazara Graveyard.
dawn’s i am hazara series tells the history, personal stories, and tribulations of the hazara community through footage and personal stories. click here to see more.
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4:48 am • 17 September 2014
Winter sore throat “tea”- In a jar combine lemon slices, organic honey and sliced ginger. Close jar and put it in the fridge, it will form into a “jelly”. To serve- spoon jelly into mug and pour boiling water over it. Store in fridge 2-3 months.
Reblogging this in case any of you little jelly beans get sick (◡‿◡✿)
Stave off those winter and fall colds!
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2:24 am • 17 September 2014
“You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.”
— (via epikhi)
(Source: bratsquad, via babybree)
9:36 pm • 16 September 2014
reminder that these trees are full grown. amazing.
a tree is a tree no matter how small
(Source: flowersgardenlove, via thetorchick)
4:48 pm • 16 September 2014
'Meet the Generation of Incredible Native American Women Fighting to Preserve Their Culture' via Marie Claire
Native women serving you that superb beadwork.
12:00 pm • 16 September 2014
what mens rights activists really sound like
mens. rights. activists.
9:36 am • 16 September 2014
people on tumblr who have those little friend groups and you’re just watching them be cool like
7:12 am • 16 September 2014