Planting bliss this weekend.

 These succulents were saved from a cut centerpiece of flowers.  They survived the winter, and are now perched outside.  I was told to save leaves that have fallen naturally from the succulent and they would eventually root.  They have!  No new buds so far, but I am hoping our warm streak will encourage them.  I added some river rocks, and feel pretty happy with the result.  Hang in there little guys!


Also, I drop everything. 🙂

Planting bliss this weekend.

one is the loneliest number

i am hooked on miss moss right now.  her site is so beautifully curated, and she is some kind of wizard when it comes to scouting vintage and contemporary photographs. she posted this series recently, and my western minimalist heart went wild.  dreaming up trips to the desert as i type.

Photo credit: Ed Freeman

Photo credit: Ed Freeman

All photos are credited to Ed Freeman and found on Miss Moss.

one is the loneliest number

only in my dreams.

Photo credit Bryant Austin

I came across Bryant Austin’s work a few years ago when he was featured in the Times for creating full-scale composite photographs of whales.  You know that thing when someone is doing their life’s work, and it emanates wildly?  (Admittedly, I wish it was MY life’s work, but I have a special knack for getting seasick.)
Austin captures his unique connection to whales, and the results are otherworldly.  I love his story about a moment where he and his camera got a little too close to a baby calf, and the mama approached him by gently tapping him with her pectoral fin (weighing one ton).  Her touch was light and showed restraint and a beautiful intelligence, and with that they met eye to eye.  If ever I am feeling weepy, his images do the trick.

Photo Credit Bryant Austin

(His book and more photos here.)  All photo credits to Bryant Austin.

only in my dreams.