crickets aren't nocturnal

rebecca cohen
rebecca cohen
rebecca cohen


so i spent three days in a field on one of the hottest weekends of the year so far, so i would have died if i'd worn a cape like werbowy (above)
there's nothing quite like stumbling through long grass when your torch runs out of battery.

EDIT: Just changed the host for the images, so hopefully you should be able to see them now! Sorry about that
EDITEDIT: re-hosted images. third time lucky??? (blogger, sort it out)

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five o' clock in the morning

rebecca cohen
rebecca cohen
rebecca cohen
rebecca cohen
rebecca cohen
rebecca cohen
Some recent (ish) entries.
And a special mention goes out to Paintshop Pro. Without your blur tool, this entry wouldn't have been possible.
(And massive love to all those who know who the plan pony is )

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sleep is for the weak

rebecca cohen
rebecca cohen
rebecca cohen
rebecca cohen

{Click photos for sources}

I much prefer to daydream.
Or at least the transitional state between being conscious and unconscious, where you can vaguely control your dreams. It's definitely more fun that way.
And then I'll stop having visions of wolves (which, although beautiful, can get a bit samey after a while) night after night.
I love to watch the sun rise, and it's mucking up my body clock.

This photo was taken when I had a normal sleeping pattern (2008, I'm on the left):

rebecca cohen

(Apologies for such a horrifically disjointed post, it didn't quite go to any plan I may have subconsciously made)

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