Some happy airplane doodling. I am especially fond of my little dinosaur monsters under the city. I am in love with these new pencils :)
Another of my concoctions of delicious superpowers. Carrot cake with cream cheese frosting- you rabbits better get your taste buds ready for this :)
This is the new trend guys. Pastry Perfect, the new hype of Full of Flight. I like to bake- cupcakes, scones, brownies- you name it. In honor of that love for making delicious things, I am now going to post every treat that I bake. Its going to be sweet as a gumdrop.
"To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment."
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Okay, so this is me. I don’t wear make up, and I like wearing sweaters. That’s why I wanted to capture “me” on film, so I could see what my heart displays on the exterior. Self portraits are so much fun, and hold much power(no, not to admire yourself, though it sometimes doesn’t hurt :D ). I’m a happy girl, and I can show it in these photos.
Come friends, we miss you. Our kingdom misses your presence. You have fallen into a deep abyss, and you are lost; I can see it in your eyes. But every abyss has a crevice for a shed of light to shimmer. We have built you a ladder friends, come join us once more. It is not a far trek, and the journey will
bring much rejoice. We will be waiting, so we may all dance with the sun on our backs.
I feel your hands, creature. Do not pretend they go unnoticed. Your chilled, diaphanous fingers make my voice box turn to ice. I cannot speak. I am lost, lost to only talking with my conscious. I must wade in my own silence, and it is oh so lonely, so vague. How dare you, creature! How dare you let me be fooled to think I may speak! I will not be fooled by your mockery of freedom any longer. I must be free! The light slowly intertwines my being, creature, and your cold soul is no longer. The fingers are gone. Oh joy! I feel so light, so free! I open my mouth to sing with the robins.
Another outing to the Huntington Gardens…
The perfume of sweet blossoms dancing in the air. The goose’s calls echo across the field. I feel at home, and yet I do not know this to be my sanctuary. The trees, flowers, beast small and large… These beings are my home…
|Jon:||Up and at 'em Garfield! There's a big, wide, wonderful world out there!
|Garfield:||True... But there's a small, soft, warm bed in here...