In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
- John McCrae


via St. Thomas Blog

Project 365: Day 315

The cat always hides under the bed when we're packing or there is all this stuff that is going on and she just doesn't know what to do!

Going travelling for two weeks, but this time there will be minimal daily updates while I'm away. Somehow I didn't even have any time before leaving to pre-draft some material, I was working up to the last minute! Since I don't have reliable internet access this time, I will have to leave you with the cat!

Project 365: Day 314

Busy busy busy... that's how it always is when you are preparing to travel. So much to do, so little time!

Simple Dove Tattoo

While minimalist, it is effective as a tattoo. I love the simple lines and graceful design.

via Tattoo Me Now

Gabriel Dawe

So beautiful and subtle. Located in Como, Italy for miniartextil. I can only imagine how lovely it is in person, from every angle and during all sorts of lighting situations.

via The Jealous Curator

Project 365: Day 313

Perched below, under the table. Wondering why there is such a ruckus at home these days. Curious as usual.

Project 365: Day 312

Having a hard time with some sweets, so weaning towards something more healthy. Mandarin oranges and a piece of dark chocolate for the evening.