swarbles.
sometimes i sing.
sometimes i make things.
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i’m at my psychiatrist’s office and somebody upstairs is playing a very difficult piece on piano and they’re making small mistakes but i want to...
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Music makes the people come together
Holy frack! After lamenting over the absence of one of my most valued creative outlets, I am incredibly happy to...
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there's nothing in the constitution that says a dog can't design and regulate a currency system
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sometimes i name animals i see at the park or on the street and then wonder how they are months later
there is a duck named jimby who i have to...
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Glen Feshie, Badenoch. From a study on youth culture in the Highlands of Scotland by Ben Roberts.
(Ben is my old orienteering pal who is now a very brilliant photographer. He’s also on tumblr.)
Kensington Gardens, November
Coburn, Alvin Langdon, b.1882-1966
London, 1910
17 x 22.6 cm
Photogravure
by Ali Ertürk
i’m irrationally terrified of most bridges (especially bridges i am unfamiliar with). but i rather enjoy driving through fog on bridges that i know well; there’s something quite comforting about being unable to see the end in front of you or where the road you have just passed over in your rearview mirror. but this is pretty intimidating. i’d like to do it once, but that would probably be enough.
Winterscreen by Blue Hour on Flickr.
