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Photo shared by Heather Cox Richardson from Letters from an American

 Over 100 years ago, long before color-sensitive film was invented, the Russian photographer Sergei Prokudin-Gorsky created high quality photos took by taking 3 individual black and white photos, each with a filter (red, blue and green)  in full color. 
This self-portrait on the Karolitskhali River, ca. 1910, shows Prokudin-Gorskii in suit and hat, seated on a rock beside the Karolitskhali River, in the Caucasus Mountains near the seaport of Batumi on the eastern coast of the Black Sea.

Sergei Mikhaylovich Prokudin-Gorsky (1863–1944) Was a chemist and photographer of the Russian Empire. He is best known for his pioneering work in color photography and his effort to document early 20th-century Russia.Around 1905, Prokudin-Gorsky envisioned and formulated a plan to use the emerging technological advances that had been made in color photography to document the Russian Empire. His ultimate goal was to educate the schoolchildren of Russia of the vast and diverse history, culture, and modernization of the empire. He set out to do this around 1909 through 1915 with a specially equipped railroad-car darkroom provided by Tsar Nicholas II and in possession of two permits that granted him access to restricted areas and cooperation from the empire’s bureaucracy. The result was a vivid portrait of a lost world—the Russian Empire on the eve of World War I and the coming Russian Revolution.
While some of his negatives were lost, the majority ended up in the U.S. Library of Congress after his death. Starting in 2000, the negatives were digitized and the color triples for each subject digitally combined to produce hundreds of high-quality color images of Russia and its neighbors from over a century ago.

No matter where I travel.
No matter where I go,
I will always have my memory
of the beauty of you.

Photo shared by Heather Cox Richardson from Letters from an American

When your head is spinning;
your brain is numb,
for the love, now lost,
tore a hole in my heart.

A tubeless tire.
A rusty chain,
piled atop
a bicycle frame.
What a story,
this must be,
with missing parts
in a weedy patch
of dried hanks of grass.

A lost horizon,
the crashing Sun,
which sinks into
the day of oblivion.

Life can be hard,
many people will say.
As hard as it is,
some are worse off,
than thee.
Thanks be to God,
not for the hurt,
which comes every day,
but for the love
in my life,
from friends and family.

There is a beauty
in all we see.
It is there, please look
for the goodness of we.