Photo courtesy of Stuck In Customs via Flickr

There is nothing hotter than a pair of Chucks, so I decided to create some iPhone wallpapers for all you other Converse fans out there. All of these photos are licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 2.0 License.

• Each photo was edited by me for use as a wallpaper for your iPhone.
• Each photo is given credit to the original photographer.

If you like any of these wallpapers, download them by right-clicking the image and choosing “Save as”.

Ready to see the goods? Here we go!

Aqua Blue Converse (Image courtesy of Toni S.)

B&W Red Converse (Image courtesy of HeyThereSpaceman)

Peace Converse (Image courtesy of ClaretGrape)

Pink Converse (Image courtesy of Luminitsa)

Macro Converse (Image courtesy of Mylia)

Grungy Blue Converse (Image courtesy of Smeerch)

B&W Converse (Image courtesy of DaveyBot)

Orange Converse (Image courtesy of FanBoy30)

That’s it! Feeling greedy? Click here to download all the wallpapers in a ZIP file. Unpack and enjoy.

Top image courtesy of ClaretGrape

The Genesis of Butterflies by Victor Hugo (1802 – 1885)

The dawn is smiling on the dew that covers
The tearful roses; lo, the little lovers
That kiss the buds, and all the flutterings
In jasmine bloom, and privet, of white wings,
That go and come, and fly, and peep and hide,
With muffled music, murmured far and wide.
Ah, the Spring time, when we think of all the lays
That dreamy lovers send to dreamy mays,
Of the fond hearts within a billet bound,
Of all the soft silk paper that pens wound,
The messages of love that mortals write
Filled with intoxication of delight,
Written in April and before the May time
Shredded and flown, playthings for the wind’s playtime,
We dream that all white butterflies above,
Who seek through clouds or waters souls to love,
And leave their lady mistress in despair,
To flit to flowers, as kinder and more fair,
Are but torn love-letters, that through the skies
Flutter, and float, and change to butterflies.

Image courtesy of mel!nka via Flickr

Sometimes you don’t really need to say anything when a song can say it for you. Music by the lovely Leela James sums up my feelings about a lot of things going on in the music industry that I don’t like. Listen here and you can read the lyrics after the jump.

Music by Leela James

Lyrics

Somebody play on the guitar strings
Makes me think of my favorite songs
Reminds me of when I heard Aretha sing
Gladys, Tina, and Chaka Khan
Can’t go back to yesterday
But can we just put the thongs away?

And fall back in love with music
Nothin’ but the music, oh
Everybody knows that Marvin’s gone
Still I gotta tell you what’s going on
Said the music gone

Where’d all the soul go?
It’s all about the video
We don’t sing no mo’
Where’s the music gone?

Where’d the music go?
It’s all just for the dough
It ain’t songs no mo’
Where’s the music gone?

Still hear Donny playin’ them keys
Singin’ one day we’ll all be free
I can’t even turn on my radio
Somebody hollerin’ ’bout a bitch or a hoe

Right now I’m missing music
Back porch, down-home music

Where’d all the soul go?
It’s all about the video
We don’t sing no mo’
Where’s the music gone?

Where’d the music go?
It’s all just for the dough
It ain’t songs no mo’
Where’s the music gone?

Original photo courtesy of Flickr.

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Romain Laurent is an awesome photographer/artist. I like the different themes and concepts he uses in his images, and they go beyond just an ordinary image to become art. To check out more photos from Romain, check out his website.

Images Copyright Romain Laurent. Click images to enlarge.

And tulips, children love to stretch
Their fingers down, to feel in each
Its beauty’s sweet nearer. – Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Image courtesy of Flickr

Image courtesy of Post Secret.

The peonies are hung-over again,
dew-drunk from loitering in the moonlight,
after taunting the crab apples and redbuds
for having bloomed too soon after the snow.

Lashing out at the daylilies for their dysfunctional
shriveling from a single day of romance with sunlight,
and castigating those whores, the crocus, for being teased
into blossom by a few warm February rays, has become a ritual.

The mornings are now beautiful sermons.
On a manger of mulch, the peonies seem
to be sleeping. Through the sip and swallow of my hot coffee
I thought I heard a hiss or whisper.

It may have been the dogwood,
perhaps the hydrangea, saying to the lilac,
“Look at those pink dumb-asses.
That’s what happens when you get a big head.”

Poem titled The Morning After ©2007 by Steve Meador.

Image courtesy of tollen @ Flickr.

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Excellent photo taken by my friend Kevin. This was not photo-shopped!