What's Important in My World
thingssheloves:

(via Betsy Blue Art Print by Mark Nelson | Society6)

musical cooperation!!!

yet another reason I admire musicians and beautiful instruments like the guitar

thatonegingerkid:

aww my favorite flower:)

thatonegingerkid:

aww my favorite flower:)

archiemcphee:

“A mandrill named Azumeh snarls on command. Photographer Robert Jensen photographed Azumeh’s terrifying scowl at the San Fernando Valley Fair in Los Angeles, California. He said: “Azumeh isn’t really angry, but made this face on command. He actually makes various facial expressions on command, including opening his mouth wide.”“
[via Telegraph.co.uk]
Less talk, more brilliant snarling monkeys!

This is a beautiful picture, too….

archiemcphee:

“A mandrill named Azumeh snarls on command. Photographer Robert Jensen photographed Azumeh’s terrifying scowl at the San Fernando Valley Fair in Los Angeles, California. He said: “Azumeh isn’t really angry, but made this face on command. He actually makes various facial expressions on command, including opening his mouth wide.”“

[via Telegraph.co.uk]

Less talk, more brilliant snarling monkeys!

This is a beautiful picture, too….

theanimalblog:

dragonfly by chemosynthesis
Denali National Park, Alaska

Denali National Park, Alaska

He Came From the Crow’s Nest

He Came From the Crow’s Nest

When I dreamt of strength,

I dreamt of you: a sailor’s gentle

footfalls, weak sea legs that

leant into my salting earth,

whitely waiting for

your quivering fleet.  

You arrived on the banks of my

stripped white shore, doveing sails,

but my world didn’t ask for explorers.           

The flash of a golden telescope triggered

warning flags, my country’s

cannons at the ready but

I could not give

the merciless command

to fire or to fall

at your feet.

I was stranded,

lost in the sands of

 my own banks. 

Your eyes circled

intricate soft patterns into

my waiting skin, rooting

trees beneath my unturned soil.

But startled by sea servant’s footsteps,

I minded where my loyalties lay.

And suddenly in my sand, before your

lips planted into my promise,

the doubtful ocean washed away

our truncate, swirling love.