The mystery of icon-preserving bees

For a decade, a beekeeper near Athens, has kept a tradition: every spring, he slips icons of Christ, the Holy Virgin and different saints in his beehives, in order to bless his bees and his yearly honey production. And every year, the very same mysterious phenomenon occurs: bees make their honeycomb cells around the pious images, meticulously avoiding covering them. 





An abandoned potato sorting station near Krasnosilka, Ukraine with a unusual, cantilevered design. The concrete block at the end forms the counterweight of the structure, creating the impression it floats over the fields.

Photographer unknown.

we can build shit like this everywhere all the time and yet we don’t, humanity has failed

baba yaga

I want to live in an abandoned potato sorting station near Krasnosilka, Ukraine


She felt that, in quitting Donwell, he must be sacrificing a great deal of independence; that in living constantly with her father, and in no house of his own, there would be much, very much, to be borne with.

Jane Austen, Emma, Volume III, Chapter XV