TWENTY-FOUR HOURS IN THE HIGH COUNTRY
by @thismtnsoul and @learntolovewell
Mid Atlantic- interior NW collab with my talented sister
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TWENTY-FOUR HOURS IN THE HIGH COUNTRY
by @thismtnsoul and @learntolovewell
Mid Atlantic- interior NW collab with my talented sister
Oh. How could I miss this?
These are my people, in one of my favorite places. Feeling so tired but with a life so full and sadly, often disjointed.
The Wind in the Willows
illustrated by Inga Moore
Motherhood has meant that my circle has grown much much smaller, but so much tighter. I am struggling to understand this but also learning to appreciate it.
To love someone fiercely, to believe in something with your whole heart, to celebrate a fleeting moment in time, to fully engage in a life that doesn’t come with guarantees- these are risks that involve vulnerability and often pain… I’m learning that recognizing and leaning into the discomfort of vulnerability teaches us how to live with joy, gratitude, and grace.
Brene Brown (via emotional-algebra)
Scenes from New Motherhood
Having your husband point out the bits of dark chocolate you dropped onto your chest while rocking to sleep the baby and eating a granola bar. You now always eat a granola bar in the middle of the night, in the dark. Breastfeeding makes you so hungry.
This is both the most difficult and beautiful thing I've ever done. And so so lonely.
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A few years ago, I taught a Year 2 class in East London. I had built up a good bank of multicultural picture-books and resources and shared these with the class whenever seemed appropriate. When it came time for the class to write their own stories, I suggested that they used the name of someone in their family for their protagonist. I wanted them to draw on their own backgrounds, but was worried about ‘making an issue of race’. When it came to sharing their stories, I noticed only one boy had acted upon my suggestion, naming his main character after his uncle. He had recently arrived from Nigeria and was eager to read his story to the class. However when he read out the protagonists name he was interrupted by another boy, who was born in Britain and identified as Congolese. “You can’t do that! Stories have to be about White people.” I’m confident the boy who announced this was being sincere and indeed, in the ensuing class discussion there was a fair bit of uncertainty about who could and couldn’t be in stories. I was surprised and confused by this. Why did they always write stories about children from very different backgrounds to themselves? And why were these characters always White? After all, I had shared a number of stories about children of colour with the class. I just hadn’t realised what I was up against.
“You can’t do that! Stories have to be about White people” by Darren Chetty (via medievalpoc)
The Art Assignment || Measuring Histories
October 2014-July 2016, miles driven 26,275
In my family we drive a lot, mostly because growing up we lived about 20 minutes from anywhere (except the mountains and the river) but also because we just like to I think. I got a new car about a year and a half ago, and since then I have driven a little over 26,000 miles (which seems insane). in that year and a half I drove across the country twice, lived in Utah for several months, moved to DC, started grad school, and so much more. Each stitch represents roughly 100 miles and the white thread is the first year I had the car while the blue is the second year.
This is such a successful response to Sonya Clark’s Measuring Histories. Just by looking at it, you can see the potential expanse of a year, how wide of a radius one can create for oneself. What if you were to continue it every year? What would happen if one year extends beyond the first? These are exciting questions! I hope you continue this.
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