The Monica Bird

bewitchingbritain:

   A surreal dreamscape of Caldicot Castle (Welsh Castell Cil-y-coed) ruins and parkland in Monmouthshire, in southeast Wales. If you’d like to make a visit, find out what’s on here. (image by chris.spins on flickr)

(Source: enchantedengland)

theworldwelivein:

Looking down on Sydney Harbour, Australia
© Michael.Sutton

redjeep:

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magicalnaturetour:

Baby Badgers by scarfle on Flickr. :)

literarynerd:

I have an accordion.

mizmahlia:

animalstalkinginallcaps:

ARE YOU OLDER THAN JESUS?

No.

ARE YOU OLDER THAN PLASTIC?

Yes.

DID YOU INVENT PLASTIC?

No.

WILL YOU THROW THE RINGS FROM PLASTIC SODA BOTTLES AT ME SO I CAN PLAY WITH THEM?

Yes.

I LOVE YOU.

Can I play too?

thehermitage:

“Russia! Russia! I see you, I see you from my wonderful, beautiful far away: how wretched, scattered and uncomfortable everything is about you. Everything in you is open, empty and flat; your low cities imperceptibly stick out of the plains like little dots, like little marks; nothing captivates and nothing charms the eye.

But what is this inscrutable, mysterious force that draws me to you? Why do my ears ring unceasingly with your plaintive song, that carries through all your length and breadth, from ocean to ocean. What is in it, in that song? Why does if so beckon, and sob and tug at the heart? What are those sounds that caress so painfully, steal into my soul and hover about my heart: Russia! What is it you want of me? What is the hidden inscrutable tie that binds us? Why do you gaze like that,. and why is it that everything in you has turned to gaze at me with eyes full of expectation?

And yet I stand here motionless, full of bewilderment, and my head is already: overshadowed by thunderclouds, heavy with imminent rains, and my mind is numb before your vast spaces, What does this immense expanse portend? Is it not here, in you. that thought without end should be born, since you yourself are without end? Terrible is the embrace in which this mighty expanse holds me, terrible the force with which it strikes me to the very core; supernatural the power with which it lights up my vision: Ah! What a sparkling, wonderous expanse, vaster than any there is on earth! Russia!”

Nikolai Gogol, Dead Souls, 1835

photograph by Alexandr Kalion

source

(Source: monumentofdemise)

ludmirermoyd:

One day I will have a little personal library with books just like these.

constantwanderlust:

Fresh-Picked Mistletoe from Dilly Brand.

leannemichelle:

(via Igror Burba Photography)

magicalnaturetour:

Drunks out on the town by Diane ~ It must be Saturday night. :)

I imagine this to be me and Meghan.

magicalnaturetour:

Redwood Eye (by andertho) :)

magicalnaturetour:

A bend in the River Dodder by Steve-h on Flickr.

:)