Sophie de la Mancha's World of Tiny Things

Category: Tiny Creatures

Tiny Intruder


Tiny slimy shiny trail of snail.


Tiny Lost Lake

Souther Salazar

Tiny beasties roam and roar and frolick and nibble.

American artist Souther Salazar. He has rare talent for conjuring magicks.

Nine Tiny Camels

Tiny Camels

What is this?

It is Nine Tiny Camels inside the eye of a needle.

Made by Willard Wigan.

Tiny Felted Wool Owl

Tiny Owl

Tiny Felted Wool Owl lives in Russia, and feeds upon the souls of Tiny Felted Wool Carrion.

Made by Vera Megorskaya.

Tiny Midnight Snack

Sometimes when you least expect it – this happens.

Our world is full of Tiny Nibblers. You and I would be best to make peace with this concept.

A reminder to open your eyes, believe what you see, and ultimately accept that your Tiny Place is shared with a myriad of other Tiny Creatures.

This photograph was taken by Alexander Badyaev and recently awarded a special commendation in the UK Natural History Museum’s Wildlife Photographer of the Year competition.

Tiny Deer

Tiny Deer nibble Tiny Detritus.

These nibblers were herded into position by none other than Slinkachu! You are probably definitely going to want to peruse his selection of Little People too. If you know what is good for you. (Little People are good for you.)

Tiny Elephant

This Tiny Elephant was born atop a carpenter’s pencil. Somewhat morbidly, the graphite shadow he casts reminds me of the scorched wall shadows of the people obliterated during the Hiroshima bombing.

But then, this Tiny Elephant is meant to be depressing. Because this is about man’s senseless killing of elephants.

So that’s just a bit of Tiny Depression for you. (Hint: Turning Tiny Depression into Big Action is the best way to deal with life.)

The above Tiny Creature is The Last Elephant by (the very wonderful) artist Diem Chau. This work, and others, are currently being exhibited at the Galleria Patricia Armocida in Milan.

Tiny Netsuke

This creature lives at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York. Quietly self-satisfied at his ability to travel through time and blend into a sea of creatures (both sea and land, one presumes).

I suspect he will disappear into dark pockets and evade us all, for many more years after you and I have left this mortal coil behind.

For now, he has been unearthed and coveted by the Met’s Associate director Carrie Rebora Barratt in this really, very tickling little ode to Small Things.