oh snap! back to reality, oh there goes gravity..,
sometimes you feel like the only living thing around //or// you’re attracted to the beauty of all that has lived before // sharing my favorite taxidermy place with my brother, who’s new to town.
Zelda, 9/5/01 - 2/14/14. Named for the warrior princess she was. She will be missed dearly.
today in #snowlandia: preserving lemons
getting ready to ink something for the yellow hallway. apparently, when I get something on the brain there’s no limit to what I may do. dinner party prep for this wknd so far: swap living room for dining room (much bigger!), sauerkraut fermenting & some home decor. next up: finalize the menu (thinking tapas) & start prepping. it’s going to be a late Friday!
I met a friendly squirrel today.
well hello twenty fourteen! we weren’t expecting you to come in so bright.
ridiculously tall. my favorite giraffe moment was when s/he craned its neck down to whisper a secret to the hippos. // another one from the park.
Lucky was born Lucky Larus, unfortunately named after a duck though she was a superior, “ravenous sea bird.” Her moms named her, knowing the chance of their offspring hatching were low. She wears her non mating plumage to ward off the pesky males during the winter season when she must keep her focus on foraging from the dump and stealing what she can from the cormorants. They deserve it, she once squawked, sharing how they trick young gulls into accepting human treats. What the young gulls don’t know (and the cormorants knowingly don’t share) is that human food is addicting and unreliable. The humans must dispense it and once they stop, they don’t care for being pestered … and will kill the gulls. For this reason, she sees herself as a Robin Hood, stealing to keep the young gulls safe.
Being a cat is like being stuck in a court room all day, only you have a tail to help pass the time. And a better view.