Friday, September 30, 2011

To my southeast AK girlies.


I can't tell you how much I love the cleverness.
If you don't get it, click here.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Etsy Love: Little Owl Design


I want to buy this and put it on my wall. One of my white walls, because the walls that have wood siding in living room are horrendous and were a serious lapse of judgement when chosen by the home owner. Our ceiling, on the other hand, is gorgeous. Vaulted, beamed, the whole nine yards. Too bad I can't put pictures on that.

Typographic Map found here.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Dream Office

found here

I'm just going to pretend I'm sitting at that desk all day editing. Would it be a dream? I hate editing at the little desk in our dark living room, but it's really the only spot for it. Maybe this winter it'll seem cozy... until then I'll just keep staring at this picture.


Monday, September 19, 2011

Shotglass Lens Set


Found at Photojojo Store. LOVE them.


Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Such Singing in the Wild Branches



Such Singing in the Wild Branches

It was spring
and finally I heard him
among the first leaves -
then I saw him clutching the limb

in an island of shade
with his red-brown feathers
all trim and neat for the new year.
First, I stood still

and thought of nothing.
Then I began to listen.
Then I was filled with gladness -
and that's when it happened,

when I seemed to float,
to be, myself, a wing or a tree -
and I began to understand
what the bird was saying,

and the sands in the glass
stopped
for a pure white moment
while gravity sprinkled upward

like rain, rising,
and in fact
it became difficult to tell just what it was that was singing -
it was the thrush for sure, but it seemed

not a single thrush, but himself, and all his brothers,
and also the trees around them,
as well as the gliding, long-tailed clouds
in the perfectly blue sky - all, all of them

were singing.
And, of course, yes, so it seemed,
so was I.
Such soft and solemn and perfect music doesn't last

for more than a few moments.
It's one of those magical places wise people
like to talk about.
One of the things they say about it, that is true

is that, once you've been there,
you're there forever.
Listen, everyone has a chance.
Is it spring, is it morning?

Are there trees near you,
and does your own soul need comforting?
Quick, then - open the door and fly on your heavy feet; the song
may already be drifting away.

-Mary Oliver
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This little bird put me to sleep every night of my childhood in Southeast Alaska.

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Chalkboard decal found here.

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