the harsh reality of our economic situation
All of the above paintings were painted by a THREE YEAR OLD!
She has autism and is being called the “Mini Monet”
—Iris Grace Halmshaw’s colorful, impressionistic watercolor paintings have an ethereal, glowing, floral beauty, prompting comparison to Monet. Halmshaw, who lives in Market Harborough, England, is 3 years old, autistic and does not speak. Her parents first handed her a paintbrush hoping to help her connect with others; their hopes were more than realized. “When she started doing art therapy we thought it was amazing, but we’re her parents so we think everything she does is amazing,” her dad, Peter-Jon Halmshaw, said. Others thought so, too – and now Iris Grace’s paintings are selling for almost $1,300. Her first painting was sold at a charity auction. Profits from other sales of her paintings go toward her art supplies and therapy.
Check out this amazing little girl’s art:
—- This needs a bajillion notes
Looking up Scottish mythological creatures and
Wulver: a werewolf in Shetland, that is said to have had the body of a man with a wolf’s head. It was reported to have left fish on the windowsills of poor families.
That is the nicest Werewolf legend I’ve ever heard of.
Now I wish I could draw because I’d love to draw this.
6 earthworms with clashing personalities are forced to live in a house together. watch in excitement as the worms wiggle around on the floors and probably are maybe having some sort of disagreement
I forgot to post about about this when it happened the other day, but on the 16th October 2014, I had to say goodbye to my sweet Summer Fruits (top rat in this picture). She’d developed a mammary tumour at an age where surgery wouldn’t have been a safe option, then surprised us all by living in defiance of it for months. Up until the last few days she was climbing, playing, duking it out with my younger girls, but at 6:45pm today I found her in distress, jumping at the cage side to try and get at me - and I knew then that she was trying to tell me it was her time to go. We rushed her to the vet’s and she passed away peacefully in my arms at 7pm. I’m so proud of her for making it this far and living in spite of her illness. Run free at the Rainbow Bridge, Summer, you’re with Ramona and the other ratties now xxxx