Pink lakes make me wish for some green.

PINK LAKES 09If I had a couple thousand dollars to throw around, a Steve Back print would be one of the first things in my shopping cart. These amazing photographs capture pink lakes (pink lakes!) in Western Australia. The sweet, beautiful hue comes from a naturally occurring algae, which makes it a million times more enjoyable than the shockingly colored sunsets caused by pollution (which I admit, I do enjoy anyway. Hey, if there world is going down in flames, we might as well marvel at the colors, right?).

Sadly, a framed print costs around $2,500. Sigh.

HUTT LAGOON 02I think waking up and looking at those colors everyday would make me a fundamentally better person. I think I’d be a lot nicer (not to mention cooler) with a pink lake hanging on my wall.

See more here.

{via Black Eiffel}

Kari Herer makes the prettiest bugs.

Kari HererArtist Kari Herer creates weird and beautiful prints that mix both materials and species in a minimalist mash-up that I adore. Flora and fauna come together in her photography. Using live blossoms and her static sketches, Herer makes bugs out of magnolia petals, foxes out of lush, overripe roses. Some of her pieces look like a Flemish still life—vivid and colorful, bursting with excess. However, others are almost self-consciously O’Keeffe-ian, like the antlered bouquet below. Screen shot 2013-02-21 at 7.28.29 PM

And though I’m not a “Mainer” quite yet (or will never be, according to the diehard reps of this odd state) I was more than a little excited to learn that Herer lives and works in Maine.
Screen shot 2013-02-21 at 7.34.22 PMTo purchase prints, go here. And if you want to see more of her stuff, click here.

Christopher Boffoli’s very small world.

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When I’m stressed out, I forget to eat. Hunger simply nag at me when my mind is occupied—it melts away, leaving me clear-headed and full of that odd, manic energy that comes from too little sustenance and too much talking. But what if my world were made of food?
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Photographer Christopher Boffoli creates amazing images of tiny men living their small, everyday lives while surrounded by massive meals. A janitor sweeps up a pile of mustard on a hotdog, a group of scientists examine the crime scene of a crushed blackberry, and geologists consider going spelunking inside an eggshell. I’ve been documenting my obsession with miniatures for some time now, so it should come as no surprise that I find this series just delightful. And now I’m kind of hungry.

{Found via Incredible Things}

Inside Out.

I’ve started running outside for the first time in… years. When it comes to working out, I’ve always preferred the gym. I hate running on the road, and trails were always kind of frightening. In college, women were warned not to walk on the nature trails alone because of a horrible rape that occurred nearly two decades ago. Though it didn’t keep me out of the woods, it did keep me from spending too much time alone. And it definitely kept me from walking at dusk.

But having a dog has changed a lot of things. Deja forces me to go outside—she whines and fidgets until I take her for a walk. She also takes away much of my fear. Though not a fierce dog, she’s big enough and bold enough to make me feel a modicum of protection. Plus, nothing physically pushes you like running with a former sled dog.

All this time spent outside has given me a new perspective on the cold, quiet dark. I run either in the early morning, when the air is still, gray and thick with fog, or in the evening, when the trees start to turn purple and the sky above is the color of an old bruise. Instead of being lonely, I’ve started to enjoy the bleak solitude.

But I should explain these photos. These twilight images were taken by artist Thomas Jackson as part of his “Emergent Behavior” series. Fittingly, he describes these hovering sculptures as an “attempt to tap into the fear and fascination” causes by the phenomena of swarming. Though inspired by natural movements, like that of locusts, schools of fish, and flocking birds, Jackson uses manmade objects to create a sense of incongruity. Post-its gather at night and light-sticks form a glowing ball. It’s sinister and beautiful at once… which is kind of like how I feel about the woods.

For more on Jackson’s work, check out his website.

Rise

I recently listened to an episode of This American Life about superpowers. One of the three stories in the show was about a man who began asking all his friends and acquaintances a simple question: Would you rather be able to fly, or make yourself invisible? At the end of his segment, he theorized that maybe there is a fundamental difference between people who wish for flight and those who desire invisibility. Maybe some people have more to hide, which makes flying the more noble—more honest—option. Or maybe the people who choose invisibility are more honest. They recognize that creeping, insidious, universal desire to fade slowly away. To sneak off, quietly and without a trace.

This is a very long and roundabout way of introducing the work of Japanese artist Natsumi Hayashi. In her series, “The Girl Who Loves To Levitate,” she glides above the ground, seeming to float effortlessly through the air. Of course, this is pure illusion. Every image takes multiple shots, as she runs back and forth between the camera and the pose, where she must jump into the air at exactly the right time. I imagine it’s a tricky process, but the results are lovely.

In a lot of ways, I always figured myself as the invisibility type, but Natsumi’s pictures make me reconsider. Though I never really thought of it this way before, flying could feel an awful lot like swimming. The freedom of limbs suspended, the ease of motion, the simple fluidity of body in water—if that’s not like flying, I don’t know what is. Swimming has always felt so easy to me. I don’t need to fake nonchalance or push further (I’ll leave that to the Phelps of the world), it just is.

Maybe I would choose flight, after all.

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