Stumbling through woods to find a way up to the old railway line. Hasn’t been a train through here for the better part of sixty years but there are hoofprints in the sand and the squirrel knows more than he’s telling.
Galleries
More Victorian heraldry. No family names attached, no explanation of the symbolism involved. One can only gleefully speculate.
they have a whale eyeball in a jar and a depressed ex-con crab that can’t adjust to life on the outside, and they make an effort to replicate features of the natural habitat e.g. traffic cones in order to make the sea-life feel more at home.
i want to live here.
i fucking love this dismal aquarium.
summer.
i rule this kingdom of nettles, i am a benign monarch, the cattle pay their taxes in song.
they are tone-deaf.
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