happy little mountains

Our alarms were set for 5:30am. It’s always a physical and mental challenge to drag your sore body out of your warm, cozy, and comfy sleeping bag inside the tent to face the freezing temperatures and battering wind outside. You do it anyway and you hike those strenuous miles in the dark and further up the mountain onto the next bald in order to catch the sunrise. As you reach the opening of the trail onto the treeless portion of the mountain, you see the appearance of color on the horizon and you just know that it was well worth it. You struggle up those last meters up the trail, taking as much breather breaks as it takes. Once you reach the top, you just collapse on the side of the mountain with the full view of everything before you and you wait for the sun to peek from behind those distant ridges. Once it happens, it never fails to make me smile and giggle and yell and run around like a happy dumbass.

Little Hump Mountain, North Carolina

Photographed by: Paolo Nacpil ( tumblr | instagram )


I also painted the cover for @fenhawkezine!! Several of my friends can attest to how long I spent on the background, painting happy little mountains and trees, only to realize that they would inevitably be covered up by the foreground I had planned. Ah well - that’s what these sorts of posts are for, right?

I like to think that after the events of DA2, Fenris and Hawke run away to Ferelden and find themselves a nice little farm somewhere, with a cozy cottage where they can plant apple trees and raise chickens, and hang up some of their old life to rest.


Today in Japan, it is October 5th, and it is Nakamura Tarou’s 20th birthday!

You can wish him a happy birthday on his Twitter (x)!  
The cast is off rehearsal on the 5th, so he won’t be able to celebrate the actual day with the entire cast, but I’m sure a few of the Nekoma members will manage a small get-together.
He’ll appreciate knowing he has western fans so feel free to leave a message in English, but if you’d like to say it in Japanese, just copy paste

God, I miss Bob Ross…that television painter with the little squirrel on his shoulder and the happy little trees…few strokes with a palette knife and an entire mountain range would emerge through the clouds…absolutely mesmerizing.
—  Reddington, THE BLACKLIST [we all do]