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Backlit photo showing the design of the Irving parachute.
Margaret Bourke-White for Life Magazine, 1937.
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Backlit photo showing the design of the Irving parachute.
Margaret Bourke-White for Life Magazine, 1937.
(Source: limerinthian)
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“Later she remembered all the hours of the afternoon as happy—one of those uneventful times that seem at the moment only a link between past and future pleasure but turn out to have been the pleasure itself.”
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Dolphins seen from above jump in the wake of a passing ship, 1918.
Photograph by W. C. Moore, National Geographic
I was lying on a Mediterranean boat deck, on a windless day. It was odd that I should be there, but no more odd than my work, or the slums, or the places where people do find themselves as their luck shifts. A girl of eighteen was taking the sun with great seriousness. The rest of our party were swimming, or playing cards below, or drinking hard. The girl was blond, shy, and laconic. After two hours of silence, in that sun, she spoke. ‘When you have a tan,’ she said, ‘what have you got?’