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Mt. Williamson, Sierra Nevada, from Manzanar, California / Ansel Adams
© 2014 The Ansel Adams Publishing Rights Trust

What Ansel Adams Taught Me

The photographer was nothing like this young artist imagined. More»
Pea tendrils with scallop / Getty Restaurant

Great Literature Inspires Culinary Creations for “Selected Shorts”

Two of life's pleasures come together this weekend: stories and food. More»
Arrr, Holden!

Art History Is for Kids!

Young (but savvy) pirate explorers conquer the Connecting Seas exhibition, offering some telling observations. More»
Abstract Lines / Degas

Why Is This Drawing in a Museum?

A look inside a sketchbook by Degas reveals the story behind a unusual drawing. More»
Beware the Ides of March / Julius Caesar

Beware the Ides of March

If the sacrificial liver looks bad, stay home...and other soothsaying wisdom from ancient Rome. More»

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    First-person perspectives from the Getty community.

    Yakubu Al Hasan, Agbogbloshie Market, Accra, Ghana from the series Permanent Error / Pieter Hugo
    Purchased with funds provided by the Photographs Council. © Pieter Hugo

    Portraits of Africa, from Colonization to E-Waste | Getty Voices

    A curator of "Connecting Seas" at the Getty Research Institute explores the work of two photographers who portray the legacy of colonialism. More»

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    The Scent of Love: Ancient Perfumes

    Make your own sexy scents inspired by the recipes of the ancients. More»

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        From you have I been absent in the spring,
        When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim,
        Hath put a spirit of youth in everything,
        That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him,
        Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell
        Of different flowers in odor and in hue,
        Could make me any summer’s story tell,
        Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew.
        Nor did I wonder at the lily’s white,
        Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose;
        They were but sweet, but figures of delight,
        Drawn after you, you pattern of all those.
        Yet seemed it winter still, and, you away,
        As with your shadow I with these did play.

        —William Shakespeare, born April 23, 1564

        Vase of Flowers (detail), 1722, Jan van Huysum. The J. Paul Getty Museum


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