i think you just have to decide one day that you can't drown in it anymore
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i think you just have to decide one day that you can't drown in it anymore
I’m slowly beginning to accept the reality that 2007 was not last year but in fact almost four years ago
I'm trying to get back into oil painting with some landscapes—made this today based on one of @geopsych's photos 😄
It's beautiful! Thank you @pastelliaria !
The view from just off the parking lot on Black Rock Road across the borough park. As far as I'm concerned they should hang this in the borough council building. 💙💛💚
1$ flea market score. Tiny glass 1960s perfume bottles. I love them.
Can you swap their heads ?
omg you can
Their meeting was foretold in the ancient texts
Did a little fishing on Sunday, at Duck Harbor Pond. Took a few photos. Here's is one of the photos. Wayne County.
From each end of the hill trail
"KITCHEN" (2007), SNAPBITS
Explaining this to a child: you see, when a beech tree and an oak love each other very much
by Danilo Faria
never stop collecting little things that make you happy! rocks! buttons! feathers! flowers! sticks! bugs! bones! never stop!
how did a crow get a tumblr
with his fuckin email and a password how’d u get here
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Dan Finaldi (American), First Large Snow, 2026, Oil on canvas
People don't think much about Pennsylvania. It's ordinary. We have ordinary hills and ridges not alpine mountains. We have ponds and lakes, not the wide sea. We have ordinary animals like deer, foxes, and, yes, groundhogs. We have ordinary plants like daisies and goldenrod and Queen Anne's lace.
We have robins and hawks, ducks and herons, just ordinary birds, except wood ducks, those showoffs! We have farm fields and woods with little wildflowers, meadows and the sort of neglected places that wrens and voles like.
We have cities and small towns, highways and back roads and of course all kinds of people, including some who ride in buggies and live in the old ways. Ordinary. Remember, Centralia doesn't even have smoke coming up through the roads anymore. (I always meant to go see it. Oh well.) Four seasons with a summer that's stiflingly unbearably hot and a winter that's unbearably cold and long. In between them are beautiful spring and autumn but they're short with too many gray rainy days, well, rainy if you're lucky these days, I guess. What could be more ordinary? Dawns full of birdsong and evenings with golden light and long shadows and, for a couple weeks in summer, fireflies. There's nothing fabulous about Pennsylvania. It's quiet, almost cozy. You can rent cabins in the Poconos. And out near Hawk Mountain there's a B&B that's an old brick one room schoolhouse near a farm with peacocks, lambs and little donkeys. Okay, that's a bit cottage core but still ordinary. Pennsylvania is the kind of place that everyone overlooks. No wilderness like the Adirondacks or the Great Smokeys. A few coyotes and bears but no wolves or mountain lions.
But the thing is, I absolutely love ordinary. I must have been born in the right place. I could walk around the rest of my life looking into quiet corners at ordinary things. And I'll keep taking pictures to show them to you.
Cool lighting effect caused by ice and sunshine and the movement of the water. I like that moving line it causes on the lakebed.