My name is Rachel, and I like to fixate, deconstruct and rearrange. I soak up then promptly dispense emotions, sensations, compositions, phonetics, logistics, mechanics, aesthetics, and non sequiturs. In autumn you can smell the fields, burning far away. Makpal Abdrazakova, the only female eagle hunter in Kazakhstan. Golden tortoise beetle transforming from gold to red. Inspired by a dream I had.

This is a blog dedicated to artistic renderings of water, waves, and the ocean in general. Last Light at Low Tide. The Admella wrecked, Cape Banks, 6th August, 1859. 27874;濤図 1900-1920 woodcut print via.

As I lay here in the sage, the sun kisses my skin. The ground smelled faintly of rain and I was happy. He locked up like he got arthritis and basically created the shmoney dance before we knew what it was. This nigga was so smooth man. Want he high for this performance? High, in pain, and disoriented. And he STILL killed the game. Did you know she voiced Ming? .

March to the beat of my own drum. Some more work in progress. Danai Gurira in the Black Panther Europian premiere in London. Achok Majak by Ibrahem Hasan for 10 Magazine. Pressed Flowers Transformed Into Delicate Sculptures by Ignacio Canales Aracil.