Lost Fairy Tales by Tom Gauld.
I feel that this accurately represents the current state of affairs. Mr. Gauld is one of my favorites, and I think he’s very deftly filled the gap in illustrative absurdity that Edward Gorey left behind him.
This is the time of year where the sunlight has finally and completely broken out of winter’s thin eggshell.
The photos turning up in my contacts list on Flickr have been glowing recently. Some of my favorites (which can click to follow to the photographers’ accounts):
