Steps by Thomas Prior 

Basquiat

Light

Feeling light and edgeless and open and free. Also a little sleepy.

Float

Jabberwocky

T'was brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Calloh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

- Lewis Carroll

Feral Houses

Nature takes back it's natural home.


Images by James Griffioen, prints available on 20x200, taken in Detroit, Michigan.

What Colour's the Future?

The future is blue. Squint hard
and it blackens: a bruise, sour plum,
at daylight-savings retreating,
its mouth in its hand. Is near. 
Is the refusal to harvest the root: 
carrot, parsnip, all troops deployed.
You know who I mean. The one
on the hunt, on the prowl, with blood 
on his hands. The fate of the future,
make no mistake, the favoured side
of the coin. Don't forget fear 
(o the future is here!): the rubble 
and gray of the twin match-
stick towers ashing down.
Is a gas —: burns orange, burns
white —: a year that combusts half-way, 
on the fourth of July. The future's 
a palate of colours too foreign 
to worry the tongue: cobalt, 
azure, the future is clear, 
the glass you hold up to the past 
to make it make sense. Make do. 
Make an attempt: put your 
change in the pot. The future 
is green, the green of a well, 
the o of its open, its poison, its entrance
to hell. Is road-kill, rodent, 
near-extinct reptile —: the future's 
a lizard that loses its tail. And
grows back a new one. Or doesn't. 

- Alison Pick

Tree House, House Tree

I love the whimsy of these houses. I spent half of my childhood in the suburbs and half in the country. Both of our houses had tree houses, the first built by my dad at the back of our postage stamp yard. The second a rotting, crumbling little thing that was tucked away in a break in the trees on our four acres of property. The first I loved, it had a rope swing, trap doors and was in a very good climbing tree. It was a great outlook for checking out the neighbour's pools and surveying the garden. The second, however, seemed so much more mysterious surrounded by a cocoon of greenery. Who knew where it came from or who had built it? I still love the idea of creating a space within the trees, or allowing trees to grow in your space. Some of our clients have a tree growing on their multi-story balcony courtyard twenty-something floors up in a high rise building. It seems so unexpected. Maybe it's just the juxtaposition of the natural and the man made that I like so much. Either way it kind of feels like magic.

The Shadow by William Carlos Williams

Soft as the bed in the earth
Where a stone has lain—
So soft, so smooth and so cool,
Spring closes me in
With her arms and her hands.

Rich as the smell
Of new earth on a stone,
That has lain, breathing
The damp through its pores—
Spring closes me in
With her blossomy hair;
Brings dark to my eyes.

GingerLillyTea's Photography

I'm loving the soft light of gingerlillytea's images.

Prints of her photos are available in her etsy shop: gingerlillytea.

The Many Faces of Water

Sea Bird

Up North

In my imagination, this is what the great white north looks like.

Mei Meets Totoro

I would love to have a nap on a very fuzzy Totoro. My Neighbour Totoro, by Hayao Miyazaki and Studio Ghibli.

Happy Easter Weekend!

❤ Happy Easter.

Daisy the bunny from y0omii.

New Breed of Hover Cat Discovered

Due to a never before seen genetic mutation, three domestic cats in Vancouver have developed an aversion to gravity. Breeders hope to capitalize on this rarity by breeding litters of floating kitten just in time for Easter, holiday of all things cute and fuzzy.
via Snuzzy.

Baby Giraffe

New from the awesome Sharon Montrose.

Skiing Stair Slopes

I used to do this all the time when I was a kid. Check out more of Tim MacPherson's work here.