«The best translations into English do not, in fact, read as if they were originally written in English. The English words are arranged in such a way that the reader sees a glimpse of another culture’s patterns of thinking, hears an echo of another language’s rhythms and cadences, and feels a tremor of another people’s gestures and movements.»–Ken Liu, Translator’s Postscript to The Three Body Problem by Liu Cixin (via theletterkilleth)
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shoutout to those random peacocks you find in places that are probably unsuitable for a peacock to inhabit in the first place
what the fuck kinds of lives are you guys leading. i’ve never seen a peacock in my life. where are u guys finding them.
Random neighborhoods in Florida
a gas station in morocco
middle of a busy road in england
middle of the woods in a rural town in Mississippi
Irish farms??
Roof of a house in a tiny English village
Screaming their heads off in abandoned fuel stations in the back-blocks of the Rangitikei
with a group of pheasants in the woods in maryland
Strutting outside the window of an elementary school library in Texas.
Walking down the street of a California suburb on a hot summer afternoon like he owns the place
At a golf club in Long Island
At a strawberry festival in SoCal
Outside a café in Ayia Napa
Walking thru my neighborhood in nebraska
watching over fish near a pond in switzerland
Roaming free in the New Orleans zoo. Not part of an exhibit or anything. Just strutting around being peacocks.
Roaming around the side of the road in the rural part of indio
Side of a quiet road on the Central Coast, NSW, Australia
Chasing random cabbies on the road in Singapore
Chilling by a pond in Pennsylvania
Chilling by your hot tub in Northern Illinois
Displaying for my car as I learn to drive on the dirt roads in pennsylvania.
On Fences on a residential street in Los Angeles
We had a peacock escape into our neighborhood once
One time I almost hit one on a rural back road in Oklahoma
By the local mailboxes in rural Utah
On top of my grandpa’s shed in North Carolina.
roaming loose and screaming at a teaching stable in rural washington state
Hopping fences in residential Sacramento