As Much As I Need To Leave This Place, I Will Miss The Sounds Of The Owls In The Forest At Night Here

Aside from carcasses and globsters one of my favourite things about walking along wild beaches are these little streams that race towards the ocean. I love the gentle trickling sound they make against the loud waves and the way they slide round the soles of my boots as I’m crossing them, it makes me feel like a giant and all the rocks are little houses

You tell your cowgirl gf you want to bring toys into the bedroom and she brings out a handsaw, a vaguely rake-like implement, and two semispheroidal objects with handles

Gulls from the ramparts at Essaouira

genie

John Dory cooked by my dad

silly sheep from an abandoned village in sicily. shot with an old analog camera and expired film <3

me the instant it’s sunny

diary entry from my trip to indiana

White Sands, New Mexico

Ernst Haas, 1952

Roden Crater