people eating

(Source: sinkstuart, via skylightbooks)

Banana-tail snake, I love the “I” in pain. Thank you, Sink Stuart.

PROWL OWL
(Jack)

You usually hear him across a lake
Like the moan of a distant loon,
But then, in a moment, his shadow will break
The white face of the moon.
Before he’s really left the sky
You hear him blow his beak
Under a nearby pine. His cry
Plays games of hide and seek.
Wherever you think his shadow may be
It’s hidden behind your back:
Jack lurks about, too dark to see
When the green of the trees is black

Various Owls, Tomi Ungerer

art-documents:

Doug Aitken

MATZO BALL SOUP

SANDWICH