flowers in the marsh...

via snow and the sea • 16 Sep • 332 notes • ∞

earwigbiscuits:

If we had some gin I could make a gin and tonic if we had some tonic.

via lottie tea--the kettle's always on • 16 Sep • 49 notes • ∞

would reallly like one or two

neaststyle:

Check out the sticker collaboration James Fox of 10engines and I did to benefit our homestate of Vermont post Irene. I sketched the crow for the N’East Illustrated series - Jeezum Crow being a very old VT saying.

All proceeds go to the Vermont Foodbank to aid those affected by Irene.

via Forest Heart • 16 Sep • 7 notes • ∞

vermont irene art neast style crow

gnambox:

Ashley Percival

via • 16 Sep • 12,144 notes • ∞

Illustration ashley percival

(Source: nothingelsefills)

via Forest Heart • 16 Sep • 261 notes • ∞

art forest

via The Field Journal • 29 Aug • 743 notes • ∞

fairies

thefieldjournal:

(by 2 Rights Make 1 Wrong)

via The Field Journal • 16 Aug • 130 notes • ∞

magic witches

via The Drifter and the Gypsy • 16 Aug • 404 notes • ∞

darksilenceinsuburbia:

Valerio Doval. Haunted Houses. Collage on vintage paper.

http://www.valerodoval.com/

via love notes • 16 Aug • 89 notes • ∞

Valerio Doval

ghoulnextdoor:

“1. Pepsis limbata. Amérique du Sud; 2. Chlorion lobatum. Asie Tropicale; 3. Vespa crabro. Europe; 4. Monedula chilensis. Chili; 5. Pepsis errans. Amérique du Sud” by artist E.A. Séguy via BibliOdyssey: Pochoir Insects

Dreamed that I was walking through the downtown square somewhere in Ohio with my two sisters and my grandfather. We detoured down the side streets to look at the old houses and architecture and that sort of thing.

I glanced over to my right and saw an enormous bee - the length of my forearm! My first thought was “lordy be! An inter-dimensional portal has opened up due to scientific researches gone awry and now monsters from other worlds are coming through! Just like in The Mist!”

Just then another bee landed on my sister’s arm and I panicked because its stinger was long enough to impale her. But it just sort of crawled up her arm and nestled into her shoulder as she skipped along, obviously.

We reached a parade and I realized it was no longer my grandfather but my father accompanying us. He volunteered to be part of some “human commuter bus” where everyone stood on everyone’s shoulders and transported people around. It was also supposed to be some sort of marathon, but I am not sure I understood how.