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Sunset over the mountains - Iceland, March 2024
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Sunset over the mountains - Iceland, March 2024
Photo by: nature-hiking
Instagram: nature__hiking
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My little marshland inspired creature! I call them Marshpuppies (I need to think of a better name for them haha) They're like Ents but for marshlands :D
They're comforting a sad lizard girl who holds the weight of the world on her shoulders ;-;
anyways I LOVE MARSHLANDS!!!! AND SWAMPS!!!! AND MANGROVE FORESTS!!!
Fahar Al Salih (Iraqi) - Marshlands (acrylic and resin on household sponges, 2023)
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All of February editions have been sent out!!! March's theme is wetlands with a focus on the print: Great Blue Herons! Can't wait to be able to share it with you guys :)
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didnt like how crunchy the last one got so i replaced the wetlands image
(image source: USGS)
Chester MA
Marshlands
A thin wet sky, that yellows at the rim, And meets with sun-lost lip the marshโs brim.
The pools low lying, dank with moss and mould, Glint through their mildews like large cups of gold
Among the wild rice in the still lagoon, In monotone the lizard shrills his tune.
The wild goose, homing, seeks a sheltering, Where rushes grow, and oozing lichens cling.
Late cranes with heavy wing, and lazy flight, Sail up the silence with the nearing night.
And like a spirit, swathed in some soft veil, Steals twilight and its shadows oโer the swale.
Hushed lie the sedges, and the vapours creep, Thick, grey and humid, while the marshes sleep.
Emily Pauline Johnson