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The doodles, photos and writings of an Emma who really likes fishes

Denny the Lizard! He lived on a palm tree outside the motel where I stayed in Cocoa Beach this weekend! What a lovely friend!

I miss you Denny

I wish we had more lizards in Canada 

— 19 hours ago with 6 notes
#my photos  #cocoa beach  #lizard 

I took a weekend trip to Cocoa Beach, FL from Montreal to get a tattoo by a man whose work has blown me away for years.

Thank you David Hale, for your incredible work on skin and canvas!

So honoured to have been tattooed by this kind and talented man!

— 19 hours ago with 7 notes
#david hale  #tattoo  #endless summer tattoo  #cocoa beach  #florida 

The Fish Spirit

This particular fellow Is in charge of the lives / Of the near-dead fishes that rest / On the rocks or the corals of their / Respective fish bowls and oceans / And gently takes from them a bit of their soul / Before guiding them away / Through the water to / the ”Other Side”

— 4 days ago with 13 notes
#my art  #inktober  #fish  #fish people  #fish spirit  #artists on tumblr 

I know it is inktober! I have not forgotten! 

Thanksgiving was chaos but I am back on track, drawing many many things which shall be posted soontimes!

thanks you wonderful folks, and much belated thanksgiving love!

— 5 days ago with 3 notes
http://greenleavesmharie.tumblr.com/post/99448743274/nostradamusandtheiching-cedarelk-from-my →

nostradamusandtheiching:

cedarelk:

from my hole i have a view of everything
i sit here with the roof blown off
wringing my hands over the intangible

—received visions of furies, wrathful
literary dakinis, radical faeries—

the four walls of my pit
are wood-bound and quaking
as the…

Today I couldn’t see the Mountain.

Strange how Autumn brings days of unending blue clarity, then stifling fog that turns the ringing reds to a moulding brown. The fire cannot breathe. 

A season of Binaries… As is Spring.

Soft baby hair grows tender white in the windowsill. The bean sprouts bloom. I run my fingers on their tips gently, pack and forth - too cold now for the porch, where the squirrels have claimed ownership of the barbecue. They dug up my late tomatoes and ate half of my only sprouting yam. Mischievous tree sprites.

Still, they are welcome guests. Like busy old aunts they gossip and chatter, sewing their leafy home above the coals. I like to sit on a chair nearby and listen while I gaze unfocused at a book. 

Not long until the next fog comes.

— 2 weeks ago with 11 notes
#response poetry  #my writing  #cedarelk  #nostradamusandtheicing  #greenleavesmharie 
Angry Alien
He just wanted some goddamn Peek Freans, but someone in the office had eaten all the jam-filled ones and left the plain assorted cream-filled rectangles which we all know are mediocre at best. 

Angry Alien

He just wanted some goddamn Peek Freans, but someone in the office had eaten all the jam-filled ones and left the plain assorted cream-filled rectangles which we all know are mediocre at best. 

— 2 weeks ago with 2 notes
#my art  #artists on tumblr  #inktober  #pen  #alien  #peek freans 

Ground Plant

Late summer saw my cousins and I walking down Queen East in search of a streetcar and an air conditioned beverage establishment. We came across a community garden in front of which was a sign that said ‘free’ and had dying plants that hadn’t quite made the harvest. I picked up a few of them, including this little guy who did extremely well with some sun and water.

(*for a friend #2*)

p.s. made a new watermark today!

Before and After of today’s Inktober!

— 2 weeks ago with 8 notes
#my art  #artists on tumblr  #watercolour  #pen  #before and after  #inktober  #plants 

Autumn Ghostie

This ghost really likes

When the sky is grey, and the 

Trees are copper brown

* (for a friend on her birthday) *

— 2 weeks ago with 14 notes
#inktober  #my art  #my writing  #watercolour  #ghost  #autumn  #artists on tumblr 

The Carrot Spirit

Put it back, Jerry.

Plant it deep down in the soil so the bunnies don’t go eat it, and you’ll see… I can feel it. This one has the Carrot Spirit, and in the winter snow and cold, on the darkest, greyest days you might find a faint golden glow coming from its place in the frosty garden, keeping all the sleeping worms warm with its magic until spring.

It’s a good sign, a good good sign! I haven’t seen one in a long while. The carrots will be healthy next harvest. Just wait. 

— 2 weeks ago with 16 notes
#inktober  #my art  #my writing  #poem  #carrot  #carrot spirit