milkywayknees
milkywayknees
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Last weeks drive, first roll from new camera 🍍
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benjaminrichardnicoll:

gnome.

i will guide you. i may not have the biggest biceps, nor a sense of direction like columbus. but i do have a light and a beard. and now, i have met you. and you, have a few skills i could use. so you will guide me, too. No i’m not royalty like king arthur, nor have a noggin like einstein. no, i don’t give out gifts like st. nick. but i tell you, katie, people will pay good money for this suit of mine. and i will sell it, for you and i. my gnome friend, harold said he saw you fishing. and fish are good for me, they contain omega three. and i am deficient of this third omega. omega three gives my beard an honorable shine,enlightens my senses, Makes me skip, makes me smile. it even acts as fuel, for when we need a fire. This is how you can help. we must take off, tonight. please pack a fishing pole, a canvas, and a sing along song. i’ll find a red hat for you so you fit in for awhile. i can’t offer you much, katie, for i am a mere gnome with a minute stature, but i was given a hand i will share, a laughter that can tame a bear, and a heart that closely resembles a compass. and i have learned from the good old gnomes from past that a friend can do more for your soul than a pocketful of gold. just wait and see, how tall we become, at the place I shall guide thee. Together, we will prance on a mossy painted path to a land of the gnomes, called breeze block. it’s a cul-de-sac made of sea green colored grass and there are boom boxes lined up playing hillbilly banjo tunes. i swear, everyone floats around on stilts, holding back smirks. and you will awaken to all the small amazing things happening in life that are so easy to overlook. like a beetle in the bark, like the thread in a certain someone’s scarf, or the tingling feeling felt deep in your bones, when in unity with a million other small singing souls. katie, we’ll dance all bright eyed and bushy tailed. all the wildflowers will be at nose height, so we can revel in their magical scented delight. our heads will be held high, towards the infinite sky because all the unkind things will be left below our knees. and when the moonlight spreads across this elf land, everything will feel just right. but Please promise me, you will help guide me, and i promise, i will help guide you to this special place. and when we return, if we ever decide to return. this memory will be kept in a secret spot in our pocket. we will plant ourselves stoically in the front lawn, and when the common people ask where we went we won’t respond.

Someone super special wrote me this beautiful poem
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ahwahreh:

I love cacti
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silvatessa:

Ariele Alasko wall hanging. 
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poorlydrawnpeople:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/kmackowick/8573743838/in/photostream
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cabinporn:

Wooden cottage near Playa de las Catedrales, Lugo, Spain.
Submitted by Mariano Herranz.
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brentradewald:

I’d rather be fishing.
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residuetrail:

Desert Beauty - Charlotte Jeanes 1962
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