Ben Cain’s work is currently my wallpaper.

Norwegian percussionist Anja’s photostream.

(via geneticmutations)

nevver:

André Paul Pinces

Hervé Demers and early suns.

Marina Aurora. I assume she lives somewhere cold.

f*ckkyeahchicago:

One of the Chair-Free Zone signs posted over the weekend.

What kind of reactions has Chair Free Chicago received?

The initial reaction has been positive, with anecdotal responses ranging from
“That’s a great idea” to “The aldermen’s offices should carry these.” Only a couple people have ordered signs so far, but signs can also be printed for free on the website, so there’s no way of knowing how many signs are in use already.

Last year, city officials were more vocal about eliminating “dibs.” Have you spoken with any city officials about this project?

If there’s one thing we’ve learned from city officials, it’s that they really love surprises. Can’t get enough of them, really. So we didn’t speak to them beforehand. And really, it’s not about us making a statement - it’s about giving people a forum and a system to make their own statement.

People can use the site’s signs or fliers to communicate with neighbors
(here). Or use the website’s form to contact their alderman directly (here).

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Ess eff, for Sarah Ferrick: Persephone and Hades.

In the midst of winter, I found that there was, within me, an invincible summer.

Albert Camus

(via steve-kim)

Siyu Chen is a red bird with yellow flowers in the mouth.

via chromatichouse, theshipthatflew.

Boston.com’s Big Picture:

Christopher Furlong. Frost clings to spiderwebs and the statue of Lord Alfred Tennyson as freezing fog surrounds the tower of Lincoln Cathedral as plummeting temperatures continue to grip the UK in Lincoln, United Kingdom, 20 Dec 2010.

via tiiigerstyle, einahpets.

Tomer Hanuka’s Valentine’s Day print, for a wintry morning.

The wild wolves of winter
swept through the streets last night. Hate glared
in their eyes like unexploded neon
the wind of their howling a thousand blood-curling moans
the teeth of their hunger endless fields of aching snow.

The wild wolves of winter
welcome nowhere, scratched at doors and windows,
ripped at roofs, tore at chimneys, kept us wide awake,
nervous in our warm, sleep-calling beds.

Then as suddenly
were gone, all was quiet. We turned a last time
in our beds and slept.

Raymond Souster

As E. Jason Wambsgans took some of my favorite photographs of Chicago’s snowpocalypse, he thought of The Road and “a corny 1970s movie called Logan’s Run.”

Hannah Skoonberg concentrated until she became a printmaker.

via finnclark.

Kacper Kowalski, photos of Poland in the winter.

via Lens and Mike.