Buffalo and bison sculptures made from the vegetable ivory (tauga) nut, by the Zuni artist Gale Lucio
almost home
we're not kids anymore.
Misplaced Lens Cap
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

PR's Tumblrdome
occasionally subtle
One Nice Bug Per Day
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Origami Around

Love Begins
The Bowery Presents

oozey mess
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Show & Tell
will byers stan first human second

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Cosimo Galluzzi

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Buffalo and bison sculptures made from the vegetable ivory (tauga) nut, by the Zuni artist Gale Lucio

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Spring water scintillates over clean sand.
(c) gif by riverwindphotography, July 2026
Settles down on your dashboard gingerly and with a big heaving sigh
Sound on to hear the water running through pebbles
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Holiness lives
In the soil, coiled, coaxing and kind, in the rootwebs that make new our rot, that take what we cannot bear and make our fates anewâ wiggling divinity splits in half, always whole, fractals of creation.
In the sky, in the wood smoke caught by the clouds before it can wander too far, in the promise our waters made to fall and fall again, to meet one another mingled in our seas and choose to leave for prophesized plummet, every rain a shattering.
In the fossils whose footsteps we fit; in the paths that have turned to gullies; in the things that make the time pool thick as molten sugar on our tonguesâ that which is eternal; that which is made of, maker of, martyred to the quietest rhythms of life.
By Yasakw Designs
It's like I've chained myself to an anvil
to keep my stride above the waves
and kept denying the tide was rising
but now it's time to break my chains
I've put up with far too much
This is not working anymore
I will not drown myself again
I will break them like before
I am a serpent itching, growing, while trying desperately to return to the comfort of last shedâs old skin
Nothing can ever be the same.
Underwater Motion of Seagrass and Kelp
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âPhantom Canyonâ - âž complete. â˝
I just realized I never posted the finished mural! Iâm not the best at this social media game...I finished the sky (constellations), fixed some issues, and completed the birch forest on the far left. Varnishing the whole thing took some elbow grease.
bring in the harvest and hold it in your hands. months of toil, years of soil, and the eternal, weeping rainâ so much falls into you. All of that is over now, but you will not be gone. the wind has carried your seeds away, and the honeybee dances around the honey of your heart, and Iâ calloused, muddy and wornâ will hold this season one my back as I have held others, shrugging spring on heavy shoulders.Â
âTell me your favorite weird fact.â
The Earth is covered in corpses. We breathe the air the dead exude, eat the food they nourished with their decay, pour their remains into our cars, wear them and sleep on them. And then we call them scary without even noticing that they are present in every single thing of our lives. We live because of the dead.
I just heard my mom tell my brother, âwhen you die, you will go outside and garden until your father says youâre doneâ and it took me a second to realize that my brother was playing a videogame and this was not a theological discussion.
Purgatory
The Garden of Death
Watercolor and gouache by Hugo Simberg, 1896
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