I had a dream I was by the water, struggling on the muddy bank to hold the jaws of a medium sized salt water crocodile closed. It was writhing and splashing it’s jagged leather tail, distressed, angry, dangerous.
Suddenly there were spindly brown snakes everywhere striking at me. I tried to avoid then without granting the crocodile revenge. Then nothing.
Dagmar Hricková (b. 1988, Czech Republic, United States Minor Outlying Islands, NYC based) - Jeanne et Blanche, 2010 Paintings: Oil on Canvas
(via red-lipstick)
"Stars are not small or gentle.
They are writhing and dying and burning.
They are not here to be pretty.
I am trying to learn from them."
Caitlyn Siehl, “Sky Poem” (via brambleheart)(Source: chocolatefrogs, via englishmajorinrepair)
A friend leant me his recurve to see if I like shooting them more than a longbow. We shall see.
Honeycomb pixel fish.
I’ve been doing some archery lately. I really enjoy the challenge of training new muscles and the focus of a target. I practiced a bit with my friends longbow on my most recent camping trip. A beautiful traditional wooden longbow. I think I need to buy my own soon.