dylmor

Description: a minimal & retro illustration of a soaring red-tailed hawk over a majestic forest.

Description: ... but that'll have to do.

Description: seed... root... grow...

Description: ~ ~ ~ \ \ \ O / / / ~ ~ ~

Description: ... but, i'm vine.

Description: I'll only roar when I need to.

Description: For all of you iced-coffee queens & kings.

Description: The going is usually tough, so just keep going.

Description: STAY BACK... AT LEAST 63 VERTEBRAE.

Description: Hey clouds, g.t.f.o!

Description: I'M OUTTA HIBERNATION & READY TO ROAR.

Description: Communication is important on the court, but it's even more crucial off it.

Description: STOP CARING. START STARING.

Description: Root, root, root for the home turf.

Description: RISE UP. TAKE A LI'L NAP. RISE UP AGAIN.

Description: THERE'S ALWAYS GONNA BE ANOTHER MOUNTAIN...

Description: 'Bout to spike so hard, they'll need an excavator.

Description: BZZZ, SIT DOWN. BEE HUMBLE.

Description: Every time the moon shines; I become alive.

Description: Diamonds are made from pressure.

Description: Even if you're feeling a bit snail-ish... Never stop.

Description: GOOD MORNING... BUT, HANG ON, LET ME BUFFER FOR A BIT.

Description: *will remain excellent until expiration.

Description: ... amongst the creepy little trees.

Description: Quit ur beachin' & moanin'.

Description: N.autical E.xcursions S.ummon W.isdom

Description: WICKED WET. TOTALLY TUBULAR. WONDERFULLY WAVY.

Description: The relationship between the raw, organic lines & perfect geometry of the golden ratio, both co-existing in nature.

Description: Seriously, get out(side).

Description: Even when you're in a bit of a free-fall... Stay fly.

Description: When a well-timed eye-roll packs more punch than a crane-kick.

Description: FLOURISH FEARLESSLY.

Description: Just friggin' forget it.

Description: Everyday, we sit quietly and watch the world end; as if we know it will definitely rise again.

Description: This tide-pool is always half-full.

Description: I like to imagine a Walking Dead world where, on Saturday afternoons, they take a break from bashing heads and start bashing homers.