The Wild Unknown

Photo by The Wild Unknown.

2010 was a big year for me, one that deserved a gorgeous calendar like this.  I still have it up, and it reminds me of the many amazing days of last year.  The Wild Unknown has a way of capturing wispy feathers, and they hand color each print.  They also make these sand terrariums, or prisms, with bits of beaches or deserts that you can stare into for hours.

Photo by The Wild Unknown.

Whooping Cranes

"When we had the single Stanley crane down here, when she was all alone before she got a mate, I would go in and dance with her and she would dance with me and we would run around the yard and chase each other and dance and jump up and down and one day she produced an egg. So, I must have done a really good job," Talbott said.

Glass is better

I finally bought myself a bkr glass water bottle, and love it.  I got the grey version which reminds me of a softly tumbled pebble.  Here's to drinking more water.



*This is my last product post for awhile, I swear.  Your comments on the lack of real photos have been noted.  I will post more of my own photos once I can afford to get my film developed.  all 10 rolls of it.

Arrows

I'm a sucker for all things arrows.  These included.

From A. Brandt + Son.

Svenskt Tenn

I found an old serving tray at the thrift store a few months back, and bought it because I loved the design on it.  When I got home I looked up the designer who's stamp was on the back, and stumbled upon the world of Svenskt Tenn and Josef Frank.   Much like the botanical prints I love from Liberty of London, these prints are whimsical and a little wild.  The print above with the birds morphing in and out of focus is my one of their contemporary designers, Emma von Brömsson, who appropriately sums up her work with the statement: a pattern is like music.
 

Image via designboom

Image via avidcruiser.com

Bringing the woods inside

Maybe a wood paneled laptop would make me feel closer to nature? 

Tough as Lichen

"Lichenes" from Ernst Haeckel's Artforms of Nature, 1904

I read somewhere recently that lichens are the slowest growing plants in the world.  My mom then told me that in the southern mountains of Peru, she's seen small tufts of lichen that the locals tell her are hundreds of years old.  They grow without soil, in deserts and the arctic as well as lush forests, and can act as biomonitors of atmospheric quality. 

And they're beautiful.

Top print available here.