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woven (and combined technique) sample collection inspired by primary forest in Yakushima, Japan. All yarns except embroidery threads are hand dyed or painted.
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A spotted flycatcher pair nesting in the palm of a statue photos taken by @ZSemperger
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kinder than man
And God please let the deer on the highway get some kind of heaven. Something with tall soft grass and sweet reunion. Let the moths in porch lights go someplace with a thousand suns, that taste like sugar and get swallowed whole. May the mice in oil and glue have forever dry, warm fur and full bellies. If I am killed for simply living, let death be kinder than man.
by Althea Davis
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I go on a walk-
You know, to feel good. And halfway through I realize, that, annoyingly, I do. The scientists were right or whatever.
I enjoy my shadow,
Rippling like a fish along the chain link fence.
I enjoy my dog's shape—
Her legs like tree limbs, long and loping,
happy to be on the path with me.
I enjoy the sweet rot of spring
Squelching beneath my feet:
Pine needles and moss,
Mud and slugs and dandelions,
All pushing up through rubble.
I enjoy this solitude—
Only I saw the eagle!
Only I felt the sun!
Only I held the wind on my tongue—
Well, I and the dog, who's caught more
Than just wind in that huge dumb mouth of hers.
What treasure now?
Ah—a stranger's wet, putrid glove.
She makes it evident that she does not wish to share,
Bounding away from my reaching hand,
Covering me with mud as I slip in—
What was I calling it?
Oh yes, the sweet rot of spring.
She licks the sun off my face,
And really, what can I do?
Take away her earthly gains?
I let her carry the damn glove home.
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doodled these
words by Danusha Lameris “Feeding The Worms”
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This is the standard UK highway sign for "this is where all the lichens are" :3
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Ooh your quilts are so fun I wanna try quilting but idk where to start. Any tips?
DO I HAVE TIPS ON QUILTING NO BUT I DO HAVE OPINIONS:
THINGS DON'T ACTUALLY HAVE TO LINE UP TO LOOK GOOD
CUT THOSE PIECES FREEHAND
IF ANYONE TELLS YOU TO HIDE YOUR TAILS TELL THEM WHERE THEY CAN PUT THEIRS
MANY TYPES OF QUILTS; ALL EQUALLY WARM
UPHOLSTERY FABRIC LOOKS SLAY BUT DOESN'T DRAPE THE SAME. BE AWARE OF THIS AT LEAST.
AT THE END OF THE DAY WE'RE ALL MAKING QUILTS TO LOVE THE PEOPLE WE LOVE AND WRAP THEM IN OUR LOVE AND KEEP THEM IN COMFORT
THIS SHIT WILL LAST A LONG TIME ACTUALLY. THERE'S FABRIC ON THIS PLANET THAT HAS AND WILL CONTINUE TO OUTLAST US. FILL EVERY FIBER WITH LOVE, JUST IN CASE.
HOPE THAT HELPS
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Mountain Helmet Orchid (Corysanthes grumula) in temperate rainforest of Dandenong Range Melbourne. This is the only helmet orchid I know which grows as a true epiphyte, it grows mainly on soft tree fern (Dicksonia antarctica).
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in case i forget to say it enough by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
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There Will Come Soft Rains
by Sara Teasdale
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pools singing at night, And wild plum trees in tremulous white; Robins will wear their feathery fire, Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire; And not one will know of the war, not one Will care at last when it is done. Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree, If mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn Would scarcely know that we were gone.
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