The fear of freedom

Is it lonely to stand so tall?
A mountain with nothing, no one else, in its view.
Is it dry to find you have no fear left,
and to know that the length of the universe is nothing but however many steps you take?
Is it terrible to be infinitely alive? 
To have nowhere else, no end, no way to die?
How long,
how long,
how long is it, exactly, to be free?

1912, Gerald E. Jones. The American annual of photography, Tennant and Ward. Harold B. Lee Library via Brigham Young University.

Life

Life is pointless as a striving, but marvellous as an allowance. 

1912, Ernest Claypole. The American annual of photography, Harold B. Lee Library via Brigham Young University

On time: part 1

It takes as long as it takes.
Each for their own.
You are never late. 
You, simply, are.

1910, Medium platinum print. Anne Brigman. Christies, MOMA.