Girl and Dog. Sometimes frogs.
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The short dive
When you're so proud of having a picture with David Lynch (I mean ya I would be too) and you own a cafe so you just straight up put two of the same exact picture next to each other, and not only that, I think they're both signed which is amazing but also these pics are in the window and the signatures are f a d i i i n g.
Proud to have participated in helping this ancient life form grow here in Iowa. Softest fiber of cotton with a shiny green glint when spun.
Luxury car model/ twins/ softer than silk
Ode to Georgia O'keefe and her color and ratio sensibility.
Sharp-Shin on the hunt.
There's always been something about that winter Mullein.
Quilted under canvas overall under quilted. Winter cozy.
Sunset, CAFO, 4 degrees. CAFO meaning animals stuffed into each other pumped with antibiotics to survive being "raised" too close together. That steam is probably from the methane of their poop, or just the burning of their sad sad hearts. I would say I'm sorry about this depressing post but I'm not. Gotta be real when real presents. You would never know these inconspicuous buildings are torture chambers for profit, the profit of two multinational companies in China and Brazil. The devil wears norm core.
I have always been intrigued with the people that turn the heat on in their car before the air is warm. I would understand, if the act of moving the air made it warmer, but do they not know that the cold air will be blowing in their face until the engine warms up? Or do they know, and simply hope, every time, that something will be different, that the air will be warm in a moment? Is it human nature to deny the known mechanisms of functioning and simply hope, just because we don't 'know' the mechanisms of all functioning? Are we doomed to ignore the obvious cause and effect because there is a hood of mystery in between us and the engine? I'd rather wait in cold stillness until my embodied and experiential estimation of engine warmup time based on outside temperature, distance, time and speed tells me to turn on that blowing air recycled from engine work.
|Style Status| tuck the pants all year long, in the summer to keep the ticks and chiggers out, in the winter to keep the snow out.
I'm secretly quite domestic, just in a nomadic sort of way. Like this painted lady.
She stumbled in the air, had to fling her legs out in order to re-balance. We think animals are more coordinated than us because we don't watch them closely. Animals trip too. I once watched a full size buck flip itself end over end while jumping over a fence in a line of other deer, clipped his hoof and went down hard. I think we relate to successful and famous people like we relate to wild animals. Romanticized ideas of coordination and perfection.
It's been a few weeks and I've mostly gotten over the fact that I dropped this perfect blueberry pie before it ever got eaten.
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