Dear Hachi,
Ithaka

Ithaka

Snow outside my window

Snow outside my window

Sunrise through my window (at The Woodson House)

Sunrise through my window (at The Woodson House)

Summer’s last flowers (at picnic spot)

Summer’s last flowers (at picnic spot)

今日Dear Hachi,さんは3歳になりました!
(Tumbler sent me a reminder that it’s our 3rd birthday^^)

今日Dear Hachi,さんは3歳になりました!

(Tumbler sent me a reminder that it’s our 3rd birthday^^)

Lately, I feel like dancing. 

Lately, I feel like dancing. 

Greenykins eating mochi 

Greenykins eating mochi 

I want be doing this

I want be doing this

tokyo-daze:

larahawthorne:

King rat- ruler of the jungle! A painting from my narrative project. 

Danae, what does this remind you of? I’m recalling certain drawings of a certain Amazonian stomach…

GREENIKINS!!!! <3 

tokyo-daze:

larahawthorne:

King rat- ruler of the jungle! A painting from my narrative project. 

Danae, what does this remind you of? I’m recalling certain drawings of a certain Amazonian stomach…

GREENIKINS!!!! <3 

Wish you a 365 happiness for 2013
The best New-year’s message
Winter Poems, I.

November, by Mary Oliver      

The snow
began slowly,
a soft and easy
sprinkling
of flakes, and then clouds of flakes
in the baskets of the wind
and the branches
of the trees-
oh, so pretty.
We walked
through the growing stillness,
as the flakes
prickled the path,
then covered it,
then deepened
as in curds and drifts,
as the wind grew stronger,
shaping its work
less delicately,
taking greater steps
over the hills
and through the trees
until, finally,
we were cold,
and far from home.
We turned
and followed our long shadows back
to the house,
stamped our feet,
went inside, and shut the door.
Through the window
we could see
how far away it was to the gates of April.
Let the fire now
put on its red hat
and sing to us.
The last coffee shop I went to in Hongdae 

The last coffee shop I went to in Hongdae 

Can you spot the Greenikins?

Can you spot the Greenikins?

He thought, perhaps, that I was like himself. But I, alas, do not know how to
see sheep through the walls of boxes. Perhaps I am a little like the grown-ups.
The Little Prince