My cats flat-out refused to pose with anything Christmassy, but were snuggled up together all sweet in the rocking chair, so they let me take pictures of them there.
So from my and my furry buckets of laziness, a very merry Christmas, Tumblr ♥
ok ok ok you’re thinking ‘geez what boring goddamn picture is that supposed to be’
but I wanted to share something exciting and I don’t like making texts posts on this Tumblr (it’s a picture blog, a picture blog) so I made one to serve as a poor excuse
I am travelling to Kenya and Tanzania in February! Oh holy fuck I am so excited. I will, amongst other amazing unbelievable places, be travelling to Nakuru, the Masai Mara, the Serengeti, the Ngorongoro crater… and of course Nairobi, where I hope to pay a visit both to the Langata Giraffe Centre and the Sheldrick Orphanage for baby elephants.
for an amateur-hobbyist-animal-photographer like yours truly, this is beyond thrilling. I bought a new SD memory card just for the trip so I’ll be able to make like 5000 pictures so yessss.
Morris, about twelve weeks old, playing in the windowsill. Nova is most interested in the little fuzzy thing.
Morris, about ten weeks old, showing off her little kitten toes, because kitten toes are adorable (calico multicolour kitten toes doubly so)
I’ve been going through old photos and clearing up a little. These are from May 2011, when Morris was a wee kitten (she was born March 4th) and I took a massive amounts of portraits of her widdle face. I never posted them but some of them are really cute.
So, here, Morris and her purple fleece blankie.
Finished my Cria cardigan, designed by Ysolda Teague, last week! I love it to pieces. It needs to start getting cold stat so I can wear it.
also taking a full-body selfportrait is really hard, hahaa. Still. Have me, and about a third of my library, and my awesome silver boots.
A collection of shots of the interior of the Hermitage, May 10th 2013
Ah yes, the Hermitage, where all that glitters is, in fact, gold. I got lost like three times, but eventually you just go with it and go, “Where the ever-twisting hell am I? Oh well, it’s pretty here too.”
The train arrives at Belorusskaya metro station in Moscow, 29-04-2013
If you’re ever in Moscow, take the metro. The stations are breathtaking! It takes some practice to read the names of the stations if you’re not used to reading Cyrillic, but it’s amazing how quickly you pick it up if you just apply yourself a little bit (this, astonishingly, goes for most of Russia. It’s not a country that presents itself to you on a silver platter, you gotta work for it, but when you do you are rewarded with more than you could have dreamed of)