There’s a forest outside Hokubo Town, Japan where fireflies gather and swarm. The light show begins at 8 p.m. and is seriously magical. It’s so magical I don’t even feel cheesy calling it magical. Lovely.
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This typewriter types colors instead of letters. It’s the work of artist Tyree Callahan, who aptly named it the Chromatic Typewriter. He makes dreamy “paintings” on it.
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Here’s a neat mystery: There is a place in Poland called the “Crooked Forest,” where all the trees bend and curve, forming crescent shapes and some pretty pronounced S-swerves. Though they’re pretty sure it is a man-made phenomenon—created by applying restraints to pin down the trees after just seven years of growth—no one is really clear as to why some farmer needed a grove of oddly-shaped pines. The enigmatic wood was planted sometime in the 1930s, and has been growing all cockeyed ever since.
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Here are two nice things from my day:
1. Walton Ford is a great artist. I had never heard of him before today, but now I can’t stop looking at his weirdly vintage, meticulously detailed paintings of animals. It’s like if the Hudson River painters decided to create a really witty bestiary. I like it a lot.
2. I have started blogging for the Huffington Post! I’m going to be writing about good causes, interesting products, and eco-friendly fashions. Fun stuff, all around. It’s through my work at Milkshake Kids, which is proving to be a really awesome job.
It must be so much fun to be the kind of scientist who makes snowflakes all day. I would like to do that.
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This is a painting. More specifically, this is “Pot Pourri” by Herbert James Draper.
This is not a painting:
Breakfast for fairies. Or as one commenter noted (and quoted my favorite film like, ever) ants.
And so continues my well-documented obsession with tiny things.
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In other news, I am such a dork.
But also, aren’t these illustrations by Rockwell Kent absolutely amazing?
I once had a teacher in college who told me I had an uncanny talent putting things together that seemed to have no business going together. Seeing patterns when they probably weren’t there (but once you see them, they kind of are. Funny thing, that).
I’ve been doing it a lot lately in my personal life—layering situation on top of situation and trying to make myself see some sort of central theme. The end result is probably just clouded vision, but I can’t tell yet.
On a slightly less vague note, research for work has lead me in some really interesting directions lately. Here’s a particularly cool thing: Bioluminescence in the Gippsland Lakes.
I spend far more time playing with paper than any reasonably employed person should. But I don’t think I could ever make something like this in a million years. Can you believe this twisty Alice in Wonderland house is made entirely of paper?
It’s the work of artist Mandy Smith, who works with all kinds of paper (including toilet paper!) to make everything from unicorns to record players. Amazing!
Katy Kelleher 