Estamos ante una de las fotografías del Siglo XXI.

In 1963, a man noticed his chickens disappearing through a hole in his basement. He knocked through the wall, revealing what is hard to believe: a 20,000-person city, deep below ground. It was built by Christians over 1,000 years ago... (thread) 🧵

Pebble art [🪨 Jane Steven]

Time heals everything, and this sand clock proves it ⏳

Incredible footage of volcanic eruption of a dormant volcano in Ethiopia from a commercial plane. A sight seen for the first time in recorded history. ⌚

This is what a rocket leaving Earth looks like!

essa foi a melhor foto de comida que eu já vi em toda a minha vida.

Stunning sunset. This happens because of a phenomenon called Rayleigh scattering: cirrus clouds scatter shorter blue/violet wavelengths away and allowing longer red/orange wavelengths to dominate.

A Man Feeding Swans in the Snow, Poland | Marcin Ryczek

🇯🇵 Wim Wenders' did an amazing job of showing what Tokyo looked like in the middle of the 1980s. Sometimes, it almost looks like a dream or like AI but it's actually completely real.

Silent conversation

“They don’t know I’m the future Pope”

New Order’s “Blue Monday” reimagined with 1930s instruments by Orkestra Obsolete. Theremin, musical saw, harmonium ... pure genius. This cover is absolute magic.

cinematographers in the 80's understood the beauty of wet roads at night

أحد أفضل المشاهد في تاريخ السينما هنا يجسّد تاركوفسكي ذلك الخوف الإنساني العميق من أن تفقد كل شيء في لحظة واحدة

All 2 hours and 42 minutes of Andrei Tarkovsky's STALKER (1979) compressed into 90 seconds.

Wim Wenders polaroid

Fewer than 300 people in human history have ever seen this with their own eyes. Earth spinning beneath them. Nothing between their face and the infinite void except a helmet visor. It’s called an extravehicular activity (EVA)—a spacewalk. You leave the station, secure yourself to the spacecraft, and spend hours working in the vacuum of space. x.com/Physicsastronmy/status…

She escaped the 87th floor of the North Tower, covered in ash. A photographer captured her as she fled for her life. Seventeen years later, she invited him to photograph her wedding. This is the story of Joanne Capestro. September 11, 2001 / 8:46 a.m. On an ordinary Tuesday morning, Joanne Capestro sat at her desk on the 87th floor of the North Tower, going about the rhythm of her workday. And then, The world above her exploded. American Airlines Flight 11 tore into the building just floors above her head, the impact so violent it threw her forward. The lights flickered, the ceiling trembled, and smoke began pouring down from the impact zone. Alarms screamed. People shouted. Fear filled every breath. Joanne didn’t wait for instructions. She ran. Eighty-seven floors. One chance to live. She and her coworkers pushed into the stairwell, a narrow, dim, choking tunnel that became the only path between life and death. For more than an hour, Joanne descended step by step, floor by floor. She didn’t know if the stairs beneath her would collapse… or if flames from above would swallow the tower whole. People cried. People prayed. Strangers held each other upright. In that stairwell, humanity became a lifeline. Every minute mattered. Every step was a borrowed heartbeat. And then, finally, Joanne reached the street. A city coated in death and dust When she stepped outside, she was unrecognizable. Her hair was stiff with debris. Her clothes were drained of color. Her skin had turned gray. New York looked like a battlefield. The air was thick with ash, what she would later learn was not just dust, but pulverized concrete, steel, glass… and the remains of the world she’d just escaped. But she was alive. 9:59 a.m., the South Tower falls. A roar tore through the streets. The South Tower collapsed, sending a wall of ash and debris crashing toward her like a tidal wave. Joanne ran. And somewhere in that chaos, a photographer lifted his camera. His name was Phil Penman. He captured Joanne and her coworker walking through the storm, ashen, blank-faced, alive but shattered. A portrait of shock, survival, and a world on fire. Joanne had no idea her image had been taken. Phil had no idea who she was. 29 minutes later, the North Tower fell Had Joanne been even a few minutes slower… Had one stair been blocked… Had one moment gone differently… She would have been inside when her building came crashing down. The story behind the ash Joanne’s story is not just a photograph. It’s a reminder of every survivor who walked out of that cloud, carrying invisible wounds: the trauma the grief the health battles from toxic dust the endless, haunting question, Why did I live when so many didn’t? Today, Joanne speaks publicly, honoring the 2,977 lives lost and the survivors forever changed. Because the ash that covered her was not just dust. It was the remains of everything that collapsed around her, buildings, friends, coworkers, a world before 8:46 a.m. And still, she lived. She kept going. She rebuilt. She found joy again. The woman covered in ash in Phil Penman’s photograph is the same woman smiling in her wedding portrait. Two moments. Two worlds. One life that refused to end in the ruins. We remember 9/11 for those who died. But we also remember for those who lived, people like Joanne Capestro, who walked down 87 floors of fear and stepped out into a lifetime of healing. Survival was her first miracle. Living, fully, bravely, became her second.