alien and beautiful-safe and deep

A friend for the little jelly?
Un ami pour la petite meduse?

Also, national geographic.

I love the sea.

Yes, please.

Oui, si vous plait.

^_^

national geographic

the black hills, the bad lands, the calloused east

I want to go to the badlands.
Je veux aller aux mauvaises terres a traverser.

from nationalgeographic.com

purple mushrooms, brown wingtips, and green wellies

more from the woods by mieke.

the morning after

Destiny Dawson's photos are stills from movies that haven't been filmed yet, movies about beauty and ugliness and joy and pain, movies directed by Wes Anderson, movies that are songs of love and death on the border, movies that are hypersaturated versions of life, movies that take place in boats and bars, movies whose protagonists have freckles and scars, movies like a hangover, movies like math class, movies like a birthday party, movies like a funeral. 

God I ramble.

goodbye summer

from Julia Pott

my brother thought this was the funniest thing he'd ever seen.

i agree wholeheartedly.

monochrome III

(port2portpress)

maine and gray and black and white and rain and rust and coffee and fog and my mother's sweater and unbrushed hair and cold and kate and andrew and the sea and rocks and jersey cows and broken glass and broken bones and white and gray and black 

...

(port2portpress)

one had a breakdown at seventeen and tried to run away from home and still lives with them and makes sock monkeys and always cries and one has brought her 'roommate' rachel to thanksgiving for as long as i can remember and teaches spanish and seems so sane and always smiles and one married a girl ten years younger and had two kids and lived on and off welfare and commuted an hour and a half through three states to work each day and smoked and drank and loved people too much and maybe the three too li... no... and maybe the three just as much and before it all came to a boil he grew a tumor on his lung and... sigh

grandparents and wall to wall carpeting and aunts and mothballs and front living rooms and opal and amethyst and iron and my mother's metal work and my grandfathers wood work and regifting and obscure perfumes and linen and eggshell and snow and white paint and everything clean and everything quiet and everything in it's place

Rassel Och Pling

(ogonfrojd)

blue and white and steel

(azulejos)

bathrooms and space invaders and my mother and mexico and greece and new york and chris hammerline and rabbits and cockroaches and grandparents 

orange and gold and teal and gray

(My Funny Eye)

blind contour drawings and ginkgo leaves and sleeping eyelashes and sun on my face and lucy's house and mushrooms and fish scales and hallways

She made this.

(Angry Chicken)

I love children's art.

Moccasins and Zucchini

Adie Loves Polly is a website run by a four year old girl. I know it sounds like a gimmick but her photos and captions really are very sweet. Polly is her Polaroid camera. I think that's cute too. 

Uber Bento Cuteness

(top from Shim and Sons, middle and bottom from Lucky Sundae)

My god, I do love bento boxes. 

Nom Nom Nom

(from Design Mom)

Reminds me of the Science of Sleep.

Them and Us

(nationalgeographic.com)

"This is a child beggar on Roxas Boulevard, Manila. I shot this through armored glass on my way to work at the U.S. Embassy. A Filipino friend of mine told me later that the tattoo on the child's right arm indicated ownership by a syndicate. "

Brookford Farms

(brookfordfarm.com)

We had the afternoon off and so a few of us went to visit a local farm. It's run by a German couple with their two boys under five. We wandered through the woods up to a pasture on a hill. The boys found a turkey feather and could name the red tailed hawk that flew above us. The cows are let loose after their morning milking and left to graze over the three hundred acres of farm, pasture, and wood. I wore my father's industrial work boots. He was six foot four and needless to say I, his fifteen year old daughter, do not wear the same size shoe. Still, it was a good decision considering that twenty cows produce a whole lot of poo. 

Anyways, the boy in the pictures is their eldest, Oliver. He and our English teacher, Kasperzak, really hit it off. Half way through the visit we noticed that both had disappeared. We found them again in the chicken coup trying to catch one. 

I've been thinking a lot lately about what on earth I'm going to do with my life. So far my list includes librarian, something involving archival photographs, some kind of teacher, and now, farmer. 

We may poor, but we get by.

Little Krishna

(nationalgeographic.com)

Bahuroopi Blue.

where the wild things are

Oh no please don't go,

we'll eat you up we love you so.