Hello! I'm Heather.
Artist. Photographer. Explorer. Nature lover. Anti Coal Activist. Bone collector.

I spend my time exploring and studying the Appalachian Mountains. A vast region, often overlooked, but home to some of the most beautiful and lush forests in the world. I am in love with the wilderness, it is my home, my peace, and what keeps me sane. I make my living as an artist, selling jewelry and other creations. I live a very free lifestyle... outside the lines society has drawn for us. THIS is the society that I love and respect.

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I learned a lot from skinning this squirrel. I did it all on my own, no one was even with me. I sat there, in the cool evening air, holding its little warm body, and wondering if I could actually go through with skinning it. The loving caring hippie part of me was like, oh this poor animal… this poor little bloody warm animal… and then the wild scavenger bone collecting savage part of me was like, well, it’s dead… This is something I want, I need to learn, so I’m going to do this. I sat there holding the little animal in my hands. I felt his fur, and touched his little paws. I saw with him a good long while, thinking, and in my own way paying my respects for the little creature.Once I made the first cut, I don’t think I felt anything negative towards what I was doing. As I proceeded, a strange kind of peace came over me… and I knew it was okay. It’s not like I’m doing this for unpure reasoning. I’m doing it because I love creatures, and I love learning everything I can about them. Inside and out. In life, and in death. This is part of me. Just as much as I love living things, moss, trees, or pretty flowers, I love bones, fur, and things after death. It may be strange to some, but I’ve loved this kind of stuff since I was a young child. It’s just in me. It’s hard to believe I’m just now starting to skin animals! In my mind, it’s like I’ve done it a life time. Not in the way that I think I’m a master taxidermist, by any means…. but, like I said in my mind, emotionally. This is something I actually LOVE. I’m like, obsessed now. This experience changed me in a way… it’s almost like I just fell into something I was meant for. I don’t know, it’s hard to explain. As strange as it seems, I’ve not felt this accomplished in awhile, knowing that I did something with ease that I wasn’t even quite sure I could do at all. I’m just really full of inspiration, and happiness.

I learned a lot from skinning this squirrel. I did it all on my own, no one was even with me. I sat there, in the cool evening air, holding its little warm body, and wondering if I could actually go through with skinning it. The loving caring hippie part of me was like, oh this poor animal… this poor little bloody warm animal… and then the wild scavenger bone collecting savage part of me was like, well, it’s dead… This is something I want, I need to learn, so I’m going to do this. I sat there holding the little animal in my hands. I felt his fur, and touched his little paws. I saw with him a good long while, thinking, and in my own way paying my respects for the little creature.Once I made the first cut, I don’t think I felt anything negative towards what I was doing. As I proceeded, a strange kind of peace came over me… and I knew it was okay. It’s not like I’m doing this for unpure reasoning. I’m doing it because I love creatures, and I love learning everything I can about them. Inside and out. In life, and in death. This is part of me. Just as much as I love living things, moss, trees, or pretty flowers, I love bones, fur, and things after death. It may be strange to some, but I’ve loved this kind of stuff since I was a young child. It’s just in me. It’s hard to believe I’m just now starting to skin animals! In my mind, it’s like I’ve done it a life time. Not in the way that I think I’m a master taxidermist, by any means…. but, like I said in my mind, emotionally. This is something I actually LOVE. I’m like, obsessed now. This experience changed me in a way… it’s almost like I just fell into something I was meant for. I don’t know, it’s hard to explain. As strange as it seems, I’ve not felt this accomplished in awhile, knowing that I did something with ease that I wasn’t even quite sure I could do at all. I’m just really full of inspiration, and happiness.

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    Dude fucking creepy. Talk about a self righteous upcoming serial killer.
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    exactly how i think of it :>
  9. skyefeather said: i have that same feeling, the love of life and death, in an eternal cycle, one feeding into the other. also i have not started skinning animals, but i wish to