“Nature is a temple in which living columns sometimes emit confused words. Man approaches it through forests of symbols, which observe him with
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.
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
i'll come find you when the leaves turn green...we'll dive off the wharf and swim till we reach the moon. x
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.