Hello. Welcome to the blog of a college graduate. I majored in Ornithology and minored in Latin (because both are awesome). I am currently employed as a research technician and as an assistant to a waterfowl education program. I eventually want to enter a Master's program, but I have no idea what aspect of ornithology I want to study. I like birds and art and Romans and animation and fantasy novels.

This tumblr was supposed to be an art blog. But things happened. And now there is random stuff too.

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spocha:

Bubo Bubo by spocha
Eurasian eagle-owl studies from my newly started watercolor sketchbook. All of these were painted after photos, but chronic cartoon disorder shows through to a varying degree.

spocha:

Bubo Bubo by spocha

Eurasian eagle-owl studies from my newly started watercolor sketchbook. All of these were painted after photos, but chronic cartoon disorder shows through to a varying degree.

adamnsight:

necrophilofthefuture:

Meet Pickles, aka “Catosaurus.” He was rescued in Boston and he’s over 3 feet long.

Pickles.

adamnsight:

necrophilofthefuture:

Meet Pickles, aka “Catosaurus.” He was rescued in Boston and he’s over 3 feet long.

Pickles.

abakkus:

fishwifemcguinn:

hilarydesign:

kurokotetsuya:

same

same

Pretty much

2003:

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2014:

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just fucking draw. don’t compare yourself to other people, don’t stop because you drew a lot last tuesday and you haven’t visibly improved. it takes time, effort, and a lot of perseverance. besides, no matter how “bad” you think you are, there’s still gonna be someone who thinks the stuff you produce is the best goddamn thing they’ve ever seen in their entire life. the artist you were five years ago would have their mind fucking blown by the artist you are today. so just draw a fuckton, because every new thing you draw is one drawing better than you were before.

(Source: shigino)

thealphapigeon:

Oh weary traveller with no wings to beat Still the wheels and rest thy feet See not you can beyond the next bend But know dear wanderer there is an end Alight are the stars o’er murmuring trees The eddies and streams feed the mist on the breeze Lay thy head on a downy cool pillow Watching the river weeds bend and billow Thine eyes grow heavy, dark comes night As on crisp feathers dusk takes flight Steady your journey and slow your way But for now, slumber, ‘til break of day Safely dream, for I am near Steady now traveller, I am here

thealphapigeon:

Oh weary traveller with no wings to beat
Still the wheels and rest thy feet
See not you can beyond the next bend
But know dear wanderer there is an end
Alight are the stars o’er murmuring trees
The eddies and streams feed the mist on the breeze
Lay thy head on a downy cool pillow
Watching the river weeds bend and billow
Thine eyes grow heavy, dark comes night
As on crisp feathers dusk takes flight
Steady your journey and slow your way
But for now, slumber, ‘til break of day
Safely dream, for I am near
Steady now traveller, I am here