“Before enlightenment; chop wood, carry water. After enlightenment; chop wood, carry water.”

“Nature is a temple in which living columns sometimes emit confused words. Man approaches it through forests of symbols, which observe him with

familiarity.

my lovely friend kalya lent me her old tlr camera to play with, and one rainy day when chloe and bridget
were huddling on my couch i gave it a try - i'm beyond amazed these turned out! i did it all wrong,

as you can kind of tell...and yet here they are. so cool and poised. like beatnik kittens.

“It is the hour to be drunken! to escape being the martyred slaves of time, be ceaselessly drunk. On wine, on poetry, or on virtue, as you wish.”

one of silver and one the colour of the night.

this is one of my very very favourite pictures.

they seem so elegant to me. and mysterious. and yet they feel like friends.

some of the bridges are made of wood, old and stained silver like rain, and some of the bridges are made of stone gathered from a great distance, and

some of the bridges are made are made of watermelon sugar. i like those bridges the best.

800. so grainy. like photos made of wholegrain bread.

happy birthday ana. my bell. pretty crap i didn't even take a picture of you.

bit of jump rope. no big.

this makes me feel...kind of sick...

norton.

chlod.

hey kitten. rustling in the undergrowth.

the CAVERN.

this is pretty much my idea of perfection right here. put in some teacups and a kettle -

and that'd be it for me. that wood. that black that white one day. one day. i'm a gonna

have a house that looks like this. and guess who models for this gorgeous store?

why none other than my beloved mr banhart of course. x

did you lose a waterfall?

kris found this on the road.

owl feathers.

it's been a while since i hauled the tripod up a forest-y hill for some posing.

but today i felt spring-y and inspired... afterwards i came home and made scones x

The Sisters of Saint Rupertsburg

this is my friend sarah's super-troop-girl-band. they eat fish n chips and drink herb tea while they play

flutes and recorders and trumpets and glockenspiels and guitars ... they are...a m a z i n g ! listen

meep.

i'll come find you when the leaves turn green...we'll dive off the wharf and swim till we reach the moon. x

at the foot of the breathless tree...

i really rather adore these photos of amiria. the songbird.

this was such a lovely day. feathers and crowns.

Crooked Beak Of Heaven

we have a new computer!! a beautiful white apple that sits like a king upon our desk and makes us feel like fancy folk.

which means i can do something i've always wanted to do - take screenshots. (i predict much time being consumed this way...)

i'm sure all of you who've looked in here know i'm just a little bit obsessed with native americans, so the first thing i wanted to try it

on was this old david attenborough documentary called 'crooked beak of heaven' from the truly amazing 'tribal eye' series.