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Human Figures in the Cave Paintings of Southern Venezuela.

Credit: John Greer and Mavis Greer.⁣

stephen hillenburg’s “homage to phytoplankton,” 2012

published in spongebob comics #14

thinking of summer

[ID: three pieces of paper collage art on white backgrounds: strawberries among white blooms, three tomatoes on a shared vine, and a pomegranate with a little slice taken out. all the pieces share a similar color palette of ripe, summery reds and warm greens. /end ID]

Jef Bourgeau (American, b.1950) "The River Marsh," 2023

The theory of flight, Paul Villinski

[ID: Three photos, one full image and two close ups, of a pair of wings made entirely out of black leather gloves. /end ID[

Litany against anthropocentrism

[ID: A photo of an excerpt from the book "A Natural History of the Future". The excerpt reads: "-affirmation. "I am large in a world of small species. I am multi-cellular in a world of single-celled species. I have bones in a world of boneless species. I am named in a world of nameless species. Most of what is knowable is not yet known. " End ID]

BABY STURGEON!!! OMG so stinkin tiny and cute.

I am stunned i am speechless these creatures inspire such hearty joy in the deepest reaches of my being

monotropa uniflora

heartwarming: the sun has hatched like a great egg and out came a silver bird

his wings were as trailing stars ☝️🤓 on each breath, they cried his name, and from every tongue it loosed the same: pandemonium 😂

David Whyte in conversation with Krista Tippett, On Being [transcript in ALT]

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"Whyte: Yes, I mean, I went back into poetry because I felt like scientific language wasn't precise enough to describe the experiences that I had in Galapagos. Science, rightly, is always trying to remove the "I." But I was really interested in the way that the "I" deepened, the more you paid attention. And in Galapagos I began to realize that because I was in deeply attentive states, hour after hour, watching animals and birds and landscapes - and that's all I did for almost two years - I began to realize that my identity depended, not upon any beliefs I had, inherited beliefs or manufactured beliefs, but my identity actually depended on how much attention I was paying to things that were other than myself, and that as you deepen this intentionality and this attention, you started to broaden and deepen your own sense of presence."

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Carved coral, nephrite, hardstone, diamond, and gilt wild strawberries in a rock crystal vase on a jasper plinth (at Christie’s)

When I was little I sat for hours on the dirt earth, among the animals. Before the house, lost inside. I had no body, then. Or, when I shut my eyes. But everything is changed. I am more beautiful, sometimes, traveling, but also nearer, more animal.

— Cynthia Cruz, from “Fragment: The Earth Like a Golden Goblet Over Whose Rim the Golden Ripples of the Moon Foamed,” Hotel Oblivion

Come in, babe Across these purple fields The sun has sunk behind you Across these purple fields Winter Solstice Sunrise - Android Jones, 2015

[Image description: a digital drawing of the sun rising over a snowy field. The sun is drawn very brightly, and in detail. There are some thin, spindly trees and brush that the sun is shining through; the trees' shadows are cast on the snow. The cloudy sky is a mix of light blue, dark blue, and orange. End description.]

literally please don’t go i’ll eat you whole i love you so i love you so i love you so