[ID: two ceramic sculptures of robed creatures with paws holding up their faces. One has a wizard’s hat, a solemn face, and floral patches on its hat and sleeves. The other has an alert, pointy face, rolled-up sleeves, pockets (one with brushes), and colorful splatters. In the second picture both faces have been reversed to show carved text reading, respectively, “Mend when you can” and (all caps) “Don’t eat paint.”]
Two friends alike in dignity
I’m getting some photoediting done and more detailed sculpture previews will be up on clayfellows.com later this week (!)
Falling in love and identifying birds have similar effects. Normal life is altered; every experience heightened; what was mundane begins to explode with meaning. You think birds are just birds—undifferentiated fluttering, then you find one magnified in your lens. You recognize its unique markings, lines, and color. Your heart pounds. It is a cerulean warbler. It is your new mate. I believe both things have equal power to change your life.
Debbie Blue, Consider the Birds: A Provocative Guide to Birds of the Bible
Finding a vandalized Wikipedia article while doing homework feels like winning the lottery with the ticket you found on the street
“Mandarin is Valeria’s favorite fruit, if I could I would give her a hundred mandarins to prove my love for her, I love her so much fr, I wanna raise a hamster with her”
ALT
