There is beauty in the common and prosaic as well as the rare and exceptional.
The idea of living in a tower has appealed to me for a long, long time. This is absolutely amazing! If I can't live there, can I at least go visit?
I am SO getting this for my wife. ;-)
I’m sure this is relevant for many of us..
On Sunday I was in our shop at Sherwood Forest Faire, a Renaissance festival near Austin. A family came in with two sons around age 6 or 7. I was wearing my wide brimmed, wool felt Cavalier hat, that's olive green and weathered and dusty. I also had on a thin green wool cloak, wrapped up around my shoulders and pinned in place.
One of the boys says to me, "You look like that guy from Indiana Jones."
I inquired which guy that might be. "Indy's friend. The one who's crazy."
I thought for a moment and realized that he was talking about Harold "Ox" Oxley from Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, portrayed by accomplished actor John Hurt.
So, apparently I look like an older, crazy John Hurt.
Yeah, I'll take that.
Ian Anderson is one of my musical heroes, and it's interesting to see a photo of him playing a woodwind other than a flute.
Ian Anderson (Jethro Tull)
This may be one of the most bizarre things I've seen. I mean, the masked nurses aren't that strange, but a "gas cocoon" for the infants is definitely…different!
Three nurses carry babies cocooned in baby gas respirators down the corridor of a London hospital during a gas drill during WWII
I don't know where I would put it, but I want a staircase like this.
Gothic staircase (by iolaire.)
I really like so much about this photo. The rain, the tones, the composition. And the old cars.
Life's easier when you can write off others as monsters, as demons, as horrible threats that must be hated and feared. The thing is, you can't do that without becoming them, just a little.
Harry Dresden
Testing out my new Leica M3 and Summicon 50 f/2... iPhone cover.
I'm in.
Harry Dresden fans unite!
Growing up is all about getting hurt. And then getting over it. You get hurt. You recover. You move on. Odds are pretty good you're just going to get hurt again. But each time, you learn something. Each time, you come out of it a little stronger, and at some point you realize that there are more flavors of pain than coffee. There's the little empty pain of leaving something behind - graduating, taking the next step forward, walking out of something familiar and safe into the unknown. There's the big, whirling pain of life upending all of your plans and expectations. There's the sharp little pains of failure, and the more obscure aches of successes that didn't give you what you thought they would. There are the vicious, stabbing pains of hopes being torn up. The sweet little pains of finding others, giving them your love, and taking joy in their life as they grow and learn. There's the steady pain of empathy that you shrug off so you can stand beside a wounded friend and help them bear their burdens. And if you're very, very lucky, there are a very few blazing hot little pains you feel when you realize that you are standing in a moment of utter perfection, an instant of triumph, or happiness, or mirth which at the same time cannot possibly last - and yet will remain with you for life. Everyone is down on pain, because they forget something important about it: Pain is for the living. Only the dead don't feel it. Pain is a part of life. Sometimes it's a big part, and sometimes it isn't, but either way, it's part of the big puzzle, the deep music, the great game. Pain does two things: It teaches you, tells you that you're alive. Then it passes away and leaves you changed. It leaves you wiser, sometimes. Sometimes it leaves you stronger. Either way, pain leaves its mark, and everything important that will ever happen to you in life is going to involve it in one degree or another.
Harry Dresden
I want a house with a basement that looks like this.
Shakespeare and Company Bookstore in Paris, France
I would TOTALLY drive this!
Rolling Homes: Handmade Houses on Wheels by Amy Merrick on Flickr.
by Jane Lidz 1979
I am SO doing this for my kids!
Creamy tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich...about a thousand calories, but soooo good!
I also love the P210 Duett.
toropiski:
An old volvo seems to be in good condition!
I really love the lines of the Volvo 544.
Volvo PV544 | 1964
The very first PV444 and PV544 Volvos were produced during the early part of WWII. The fuel crisis and general lack of resources during the war drove Volvo to design a car that was small and economical. Exactly 440,000 of these hunch-backed Volvos rolled off the assembly line during the 18-year production run. Being in California, this particular one was likely assembled in Volvo’s Canadian Dartmouth/Halifax plant - the first Volvo plant to be established outside of Sweden.
Street-parked in the shadow of Bernal Hill, in the Mission. San Francisco, CA.
Amy Adams by Sofia Sanchez and Mauro Mongiello, New York Times Magazine, 2005.
Amy Adams + vintage 1940s look = dieselpunk awesome!
"Bulletproof" green tea.
1 tsp. matcha green tea powder
8 oz hot water (I use water that's just under boiling.)
2 tbs real butter (I use Kerrygold grass-fed butter.) OR 2 tsp ghee
1.5 tbs MCT oil (Like fractionated coconut oil or palm kernel oil.)
Place all ingredients into a blender (I use a Vitamix, but any blender will do.) Blend until a foam appears at top and all ingredients are smoothly mixed. (Takes about 15 to 20 seconds for me.) Pour into your favorite cup or mug. Enjoy hot! *Note: Add no sweetener or milk; drink it just as it is.
I love chicken pot pie. Yesterday, I made one for lunch. My little girl was begging for some of it from the moment I took it out. It was too hot to eat immediately, so I left it on the table for a couple of minutes to cool. When I came back, it had been commandeered!
There you are! (Amber @ Scarborough Renaissance Festival, 2009)
1959 Voigtlander Vitomatic II, 50/2.8 Color Skopar, Fuji 400.
Pike's Peak, seen across The Garden of the Gods, Colorado Springs, Colorado. July, 2008.
1959 Voigtlander Vitomatic II, 50/2.8 Color-Skopar. Fuji 400.
It's an important life lesson to learn to distinguish between what you think you *should* want and what you actually *do* want. If you don't, you may end up becoming a doctor when what you really want is to become a dancer. Or vice versa.
A cold day needs warm potato soup and freshly made bread slathered with real butter. This meal is Little Girl Approved!
Shirts and bandanas we tie dyed! (at My living room.)