lisa wiseman photography

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She wanted the night, the stars, and this small slice of solitude.
— N. R.
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If you speak gently, you’ll find good people wherever you go.
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The dream is free. The hustle is sold separately.
permalink #SanFrancisco looked a little bit haunted today in Glen Park.

#SanFrancisco looked a little bit haunted today in Glen Park.

permalink What sacrilege is this?! Getting the negs back is the *very best* part! #film #scanning #photography #fail (at CVS)

What sacrilege is this?! Getting the negs back is the *very best* part! #film #scanning #photography #fail (at CVS)

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This is spectacular jaw-dropping poetry mastery. NSFW just so you know.

"Dear Mrs. Thompson" by Danez Smith (Rustbelt 2014)

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Be kind whenever possible. It is always possible.
— Dalai Lama
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This is it, boys, this is war. What are we waiting for? Why don’t we break the rules already?
— Some Nights by Fun
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How much love is too much? How much is not enough?
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I still love to do that. I don’t think you can change anything by making people feel comfortable.
— My longtime friend and constant source of inspiration, Simon Ungless
permalink Missing Pinecrest like crazy.

Missing Pinecrest like crazy.

permalink Fishing at Pinecrest

Fishing at Pinecrest

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1. Shoot what you love.
2. Pimp that work.
3. Repeat.
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I’m very flattered to be profiled today on Imprint Culture Lab’s 8 Questions interview series! They do some pretty rad stuff so check them out on the web and Instagram!

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In that period
I didn’t have milk on my cereal
And I didn’t have cereal

My wheels were turning slowly
In the other direction

I’d come flying
Down Route 177 into spring’s fast panting
With the windows rolled up

I could say it in twang
As good as not
My voice cracking beneath me
I ain’t never been there

I knew the salty lips of desire

And the lips, too
Of the space rape punctured into
My body

This morning
When I soaped behind my ears
I uprooted that spring
With all of its bounty

Still clinging to my hair