This Pinko crew neck sweatshirt is made of soft brushed cotton and features a Love Birds jewel embroidery. The cut is short and boxy with dropped shoulders and wide long sleeves defined by ribbed cuffs. The model is 177 cm tall and wears size XS. Composition: 100%CO
Large Decorative Bird Cage for Receiving Wedding Cards. Has beautiful Rhinestone Accents. The color is Brushed Silver Metal. Has ability to be hung or tabletop. Has a black feather on top.
details size guide Support our endangered birds with this women's Starling organic cotton sweat. Part of our Matt Sewell + Silverstick collection and drawn in Matt's unique style, we turned his beautiful Starling illustration into a colourful embroidered sweatshirt. The Starling is a red list bird and was chosen to...
The 50 best ways to dye and decorate Easter eggs. Our favorite dyed, stamped, painting, brushed, and hand drawn ideas for how to make awesome ovoids.
The Dunnock is a quaint, oak-brown-coloured resident which can be observed throughout the whole of Britain, except the Shetland Islands, and can be seen at
Kazuaki Tanahashi, Miracles of Each Moment - Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future And time future contained in time past. If all time is eternally present All time is unredeemable. What might have been is an abstraction Remaining a perpetual possibility Only in a world of speculation. What might have been and what has been Point to one end, which is always present. Footfalls echo in the memory Down the passage which we did not take Towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden. My words echo Thus, in your mind. But to what purpose Disturbing the dust on a bowl of rose-leaves I do not know. Other echoes Inhabit the garden. Shall we follow? Quick, said the bird, find them, find them, Round the corner. Through the first gate, Into our first world, shall we follow The deception of the thrush? Into our first world. There they were, dignified, invisible, Moving without pressure, over the dead leaves, In the autumn heat, through the vibrant air, And the bird called, in response to The unheard music hidden in the shrubbery, And the unseen eyebeam crossed, for the roses Had the look of flowers that are looked at. There they were as our guests, accepted and accepting. So we moved, and they, in a formal pattern, Along the empty alley, into the box circle, To look down into the drained pool. Dry the pool, dry concrete, brown edged, And the pool was filled with water out of sunlight, And the lotos rose, quietly, quietly, The surface glittered out of heart of light, And they were behind us, reflected in the pool. Then a cloud passed, and the pool was empty. Go, said the bird, for the leaves were full of children, Hidden excitedly, containing laughter. Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind Cannot bear very much reality. Time past and time future What might have been and what has been Point to one end, which is always present. II (...) Time past and time future Allow but a little consciousness. To be conscious is not to be in time But only in time can the moment in the rose-garden, The moment in the arbour where the rain beat, The moment in the draughty church at smokefall Be remembered; involved with past and future. Only through time time is conquered. (...) - T. S. Eliot, Burnt Norton (excerto) (1935) Cf. Todo o poema in Maria Pavlova, «The Still Point of the Turning World: T.S. Eliot Reads His Timelss Ode to the Nature of Time in a Rare Recording», in Brain Pickings - Nota pessoal: A minha noção do tempo, e da vida no tempo, cada vez mais se prende com a ideia de que uma vida é uma colecção de momentos, uma série de fragmentos de tempo, que ficam na nossa memória, ou são esquecidos. Há momentos bons e momentos maus, momentos maravilhosos e outros extremamente dolorosos, há momentos que permanecem, outros que são fugazes. Nem todos esses momentos pertencem à realidade física e objectiva. Alguns estão em histórias que vimos, lemos, ouvimos ou até imaginámos. Alguns são acontecimentos, sensações, outros são pessoas e diálogos - ou até animais a que nos afeiçoámos. E nós vamos mudando e construindo o nosso ser ao longo desses momentos. Penso que é o conjunto desses momentos, desses segundos, dessas sensações (memórias ?) que faz as nossas vidas e aquilo que somos. Neste momento, há uma canção de que gosto e que deixo aqui, em registo.
San Francisco-born artist Karl Martens creates beautiful paintings of birds using materials not often paired together - Japanese and Chinese calligraphy
Short List / Evoke the Spirit in Sayulita, Mexico
Beautiful birds perch on gently twisting tree branches in this maximalist floral print. This design has a matte brushed effect and would create an enveloping botanical statement in any space. Shown here in the Green Peridot colourway.
The classic book Poems of Childhood (1904) by Eugene Field (September 2, 1850 – November 4, 1895) features illustrations by the prolific Maxfield Parrish ((July 25, 1870 – March 30, 1966). The eight illustrations are painted oil on stretched paper. The poems are very much of their era. WITH big tin trumpet and … Continue reading "Illustrations From The Classic Poems of Childhood (1904)"
These hand forged rebar snake measures about 12" - 16" from nose to tail. Each snake will vary in length due to the forging process and curves. Although made of metal, at a glance you'd swear it is real! This is a great yard or garden decoration. It can also be used as a way to frighten birds away from places you don't want them to be! Each snake is handmade by me in a forge, shaped on the anvil, brushed, and then coated in a layer of clear finish to prevent corrosion. (You may not get the exact one pictured due to slight differences since they are handmade)
