Yo! Welcome back from the weekend. Here to add a little more awesome to you Ello feed are these 10 rad Ello'ers:
@sarahhedlunddesign
Freelance artist, creating illustrations for bands, events, companies and home!
@dubthirteen
| artist. Sound + Vision | sonic gangster and painter of light. outernational-outcaste. gitano.
el Brujo Digital | Medellín, Colombia + the outerzone
@kellydelay
Weather and Environmental Photographer, Storm Chaser, Lover of Patterns and Color. Founder of the Webby Award Winning Clouds 365 Project.
@tamthi
Kind living. Vegan. Photographer. Sweden.
@poisonousbirds
ELEGANT // ABRASIVE. A fiercely DIY two-piece synthrock band by @hello & @finnan. CLOUD LEVEL out now.
When I was a kid, the land surrounding Our Sorrowful Lady was nothing but wetlands, thick with hopping toads and swaying reeds. Then the airport expanded. The service road in front of our neighborhood grew into a six-lane freeway. Another sprang up to the East. Whether by plan or accident, after all the chopping and parceling, we became an island onto ourselves, a slightly lopsided triangle consisting of three residential blocks and the fifteen-acre complex of Our Sorrowful Lady church, school and cemetery. A tangle of traffic separated us from the rest of Minneapolis, from the rest of the world, really. Our televisions looked snowy because of air traffic overhead. Our radios picked up nothing but static. And even the daily paper was delivered sporadically, dependent on the whims of the ever-changing deliverymen who resented driving out of their way to drop a few measly subscriptions on our shabby front stoops.
No shops or restaurants drew outsiders to our neighborhood. No scenic routes lured tourists. And despite the proximity to the airport, there were better places for lovers to park their cars to watch the jumbo jets take-off between kisses, if people still do that sort of thing. I wouldn’t know. We never had to worry about city bureaucrats coming out to inspect our sidewalks. We had no fears that strange and careless drivers might run over our sleeping dogs. No one intentionally came to our neighborhood. And we liked it that way.
#StoneVirin #image @194AngellStreet @ellowrites #collaborative #AngellVivian
@vivianmcinerny
Journalist, essayist, fiction writer, mom and mostly nice person.Really should be enlightened by now. Posting novels, memoir & short stories in bits & pieces.
@khyal
Chief Imaginator. MegaGlam.
