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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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@speakofthewild
Eventually he asked her name. She told him it was Weasel. "I shall call you Mustela," he said, complying with the lover's imperative to rename the loved one…
– Sylvia Townsend Warner, from “Elphenor and Weasel,” Kingdoms of Elfin (Viking, 1977)
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some of us survived the longest winter
Akseli Gallen-Kallela - "Wild Angelica" (1889)
Thistle, 1886 Fidelia Bridges
Night Swans by sashaelage
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Mia Bergeron (American, b. 1980, New York City, NY, USA) - Night Songs, 2021, Paintings: Oil on Panel
Swan underwater
Viktor Lyagushkin
the barn's quickening collapse feels like a parenthesis closing on one of the small human chapters here. for years the wind has been shaving it down and pressing it into the thin soil. i wonder if the feelings i have about it now are opposite to those of the two irish brothers who built it 175 years ago
Wonders of the drifting world…
Radiolarians (Polycystinea) are microplanktonic Protozoa characterized by a delicate skeleton of opaline silica, visible here as tiny ocre-colored dots. On the top left is a colonial radiolarian – Christian Sardet, ‘Plankton – Wonders of the Drifting World’, Univ. Chicago Press 2015 “Take a Breath and Thank Plankton. One out of every five breaths taken by any (and every) life form on the planet comes from a diatom. Diatoms are a kind of phytoplankton: that is, microscopic plants drifting in all bodies of water. They carry out photosynthetic processes, ultimately producing oxygen in the air we breathe. Like diatoms, single-celled algae that also form silica skeletons, radiolarians sink after death, trapping atmospheric carbon in the sediment of the deep oceans. The composition and distribution of their fossils are used to estimate past water temperature and salinity in the oceans.” Unraveling the Mysteries of Radiolarians | AMNH…
Landscape with orange skull - Søren Martinsen, 2012
Danish,b.1966-
Oil on canvas , 95 x 115 cm.
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Bare Handed, Holly Lynton
Saskia Hamilton
swan song of winter
Schoolgirls with homework, Pokhara, Nepal, 1987 - by Dennis Carlyle Darling (1947), American
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I wake up and sense that I'm alive. Morning breaks. My mind is blank; nothing to do, nothing to think about. I'm not about to stay in bed smoking with no ideas in my head. Suddenly, I'm overcome with extremely good intentions unrelated to anything in particular: I shower, comb my hair, put the kettle on. As I perk up for the day my good intentions surge. It's a day in March and the sunlight shines evenly; the little birds toil, they flit from here to there. I am going to work, too. I know what I'll do: I'm going to guide the ivy—but not with ordinary string. I'll use tomato twine. There she is, clinging to the wall.
– Hebe Uhart, from “Guiding the Ivy,” The Scent of Buenos Aires: Stories (Archipelago Books, 2019)
