#forest of hope

[realarmouredcannonbeetle]

Summary of: Day 42

Gonna be honest with this one. Nothing of note has happened. Like, at all. I mean, I guess I excelled at some things I tend to falter at? I'm enjoying a life a bit more? I guess no news is good news.

[dorminchu]

for want of a sagittarius

In the Forest of Hope, Captain Olimar attempts to retrieve the remaining ship parts without any Blue Pikmin.

a/n: Based (loosely) on a couple of advanced gameplay strategies; some of them I'm more proficient at than others.

Yesterday, he'd curated a swarm of twenty five reds into seventy and one yellow into fifteen. A single well-thrown pikmin could crush a dwarf bulborb. Ignoring the smaller grub-dogs in favor of their larger counterparts presented a new risk; the dwarf might call for help. The pikmin, newly sprouted or budding or bearing torn petals, did not pass judgement, did not rebel, despite his patterns of failure and vigilant correction. He'd brought down the stone barrier directly south of camp.

Today, the captain spent gathering ship parts. A volley of bomb-rocks took care of the remaining barriers in reach. Yet, the radar showed three parts left; one past a light barrier to the north surrounded by water, one on a plateau accessible past the stone wall near the original site of the yellow Onion, and one across the lake.

With two yellows armed, he took to the clearing where he'd found the Nova Rocket. Given the distance from the tip of the shore to the top of the gate, it should be possible to break down the gate with only two bombs. The first dropped its bomb and scampered across the lip of the chasm and the barrier crumbled halfway. The second yellow bounced off the side of the wall and dropped its bomb-rock, extinguished. It thrashed about in the water, towards the sound of the whistle. It clambered to shore and raised itself on spindly arms before collapsing again. Its leaf weighed down, beady eyes glazed and fixed on him, skin damp to the touch. It did not rise.

He got another bomb-rock and threw the first yellow over again. It shuffled over towards the gate from the side and dropped its bomb too far to make a difference.

The captain whistled sharply. Another bomb-rock. Then another.

By the time the gate crumbled he'd run out of bomb-rocks and the posies were blooming. He threw the yellow at one of the aptly-colored targets. He dismissed it and followed course back to the ship. He took out a posse of reds and yellows and tossed them over the precipice to cross himself, at the other end. Confronted with another gate, stronger than the last but at the very least, not made of stone. Bringing it down would've been easier with bomb-rocks, but he threw his squadron against the barrier and double checked the radar. There should be a part on the other side of this gate.

Then, just a matter of luring the beast inside with a small squadron and directing the larger share toward the Radiation Canopy. He'd escorted it through the gate. He rushed the small squadron towards it. The beetle lost interest. Thankfully, the radar detected no further ship oarts.

Next morning, he took the southern path. Two bulborbs and a dwarf. After dispatching them with a swarm of reds, ten yellows thrown over the edifice, one by one, cleared a path forward. The ground burst open. A bird-like monster with a serpentine body. It moved too quickly for the yellows to reach in time and quickly dove below the ground with half-a-dozen reds in its beak. Reds were more efficient, heavier than the yellows and hit harder.

Mid-afternoon, he had a dozen pellets to make up for his losses, the Geiger Counter, a few droplets of nectar. The radar detected one last part. Across the lake. At the shore there was only a bundle of sticks and sheargrubs beneath the dirt. 

The pikmin, swarming, overtook the sheargrubs with ease. The rest began to beat on the wood with fists and heads and stems. The captain explored the length of the pond and found nothing but wogpoles. The bridge was finished and the posse stood idle. Nothing but a couple posies and a dead end. On the cliff adjacent, another bundle of sticks, too far to be reached by conventional means. Just a small patch of shore on the island, but no means of climbing further. 

The ache in his muscles had been there since morning. The captain sagged slightly where he stood. The Dolphin's capabilities should allow him to explore new territory. If only there was a suitable way to deal with large bodies of water...

He was walking back across the bridge, looking for a different angle. A gleam caught the sun's dying rays.

The captain doubled back and took a red and threw it across the watery expanse, wading in, whistling it to follow. It thrashed along, wailing, until it couldn't stay above the surface any longer.

The captain waded back to shore, back across the bridge to the Onions. He bumped a single yellow from the throng and ran towards the bridge and to the water's edge, throwing it with all his strength. A few more reds rushed to follow and submerged before they were even halfway across.

Careless and exhausted. Making stupid mistakes. Should call it a night.

No. Every day was critical. He had to be sure this plan was even feasible, accounting for the difference between red and yellow's airtime. He picked another yellow and threw it as far as possible. Waded across the river, to the small embankment, whistling the pikmin to shore. It shook itself dry and looked around, pale, at ease. He whistled and tossed it to higher ground, where it naturally pathed towards the unrolled bridge. He repeated this process with painstaking care until he had ten pikmin safely across.

The captain took a yellow and threw it at the partially-constructed bridge. The yellow bounced off the side of the bundle and crashed into the water below, thrashing above the surface. He whistled it quickly to safety. He ought to have been more conservative with culling bulborbs and fauna alike. He had nothing left over to replace the pikmin he'd lost.

As the sun kissed the horizon, the captain crossed the newly-made bridge and came back with the Sagittarius. His son, safe back home, would be eager to hear of his adventures.

[wickedzeevyln]

Father’s Day

What lengths will you go for tomorrow to matter? When the most beautiful reflection of you is mirrored in your children’s eyes, and your body is merely a cot for your soul, would you lift yourself in the morning to break the earth to sow possibilities and water them with your sweat, blood, tears and spirit until your veins are dry with hope that a forest would grow? Even with the deepest cut,…

[hope-for-the-planet]

Amazon deforestation fell over 50% in 2023 and as of August 2024 it was 46% lower than this time last year.

The Brazilian government has pledged to end Amazon deforestation entirely by 2030 and their current efforts have deforestation approaching the lowest it has been in the last six years.

[reasonsforhope]

"A century of gradual reforestation across the American East and Southeast has kept the region cooler than it otherwise would have become, a new study shows.

The pioneering study of progress shows how the last 25 years of accelerated reforestation around the world might significantly pay off in the second half of the 21st century.

Using a variety of calculative methods and estimations based on satellite and temperature data from weather stations, the authors determined that forests in the eastern United States cool the land surface by 1.8 – 3.6°F annually compared to nearby grasslands and croplands, with the strongest effect seen in summer, when cooling amounts to 3.6 – 9°F.

The younger the forest, the more this cooling effect was detected, with forest trees between 20 and 40 years old offering the coolest temperatures underneath.

“The reforestation has been remarkable and we have shown this has translated into the surrounding air temperature,” Mallory Barnes, an environmental scientist at Indiana University who led the research, told The Guardian.

“Moving forward, we need to think about tree planting not just as a way to absorb carbon dioxide but also the cooling effects in adapting for climate change, to help cities be resilient against these very hot temperatures.”

The cooling of the land surface affected the air near ground level as well, with a stepwise reduction in heat linked to reductions in near-surface air temps.

“Analyses of historical land cover and air temperature trends showed that the cooling benefits of reforestation extend across the landscape,” the authors write. “Locations surrounded by reforestation were up to 1.8°F cooler than neighboring locations that did not undergo land cover change, and areas dominated by regrowing forests were associated with cooling temperature trends in much of the Eastern United States.”

By the 1930s, forest cover loss in the eastern states like the Carolinas and Mississippi had stopped, as the descendants of European settlers moved in greater and greater numbers into cities and marginal agricultural land was abandoned.

The Civilian Conservation Corps undertook large replanting efforts of forests that had been cleared, and this is believed to be what is causing the lower average temperatures observed in the study data.

However, the authors note that other causes, like more sophisticated crop irrigation and increases in airborne pollutants that block incoming sunlight, may have also contributed to the lowering of temperatures over time. They also note that tree planting might not always produce this effect, such as in the boreal zone where increases in trees are linked with increases in humidity that way raise average temperatures."

-via Good News Network, February 20, 2024

[fortunatelyperfectcreator]

[badolmen]

They don’t even attempt to assassinate US politicians anymore. You notice that? Not since the anthrax scare back for… who was it, Barack? And even that… pathetic. This new generation has no respect for an honest hitman. I’m not sure this new generation has any honest hitman - you see that shit with Boeing? Sloppy, fucking disgraceful - you kill the whistleblowers before they get halfway to a lawsuit. What kind of fucking amateur is doing faked suicides the night before testimony? Goddamn greenhorns. Back in my day someone tried to shoot Ronald Reagan in broad daylight. There used to be bomb threats to Congress. I took out a few union leaders in the utilities sector myself. Today’s generation? Won’t even threaten to throw a punch - not even over on that - what’s it now, ‘X’? They got no guts. None! And they don’t even have poor impulse control to boot! Too much of that - that panopticon anxiety bullshit. “Oh what if I get a called out post???” People used to send the president letters full of bioweapons. In the mail! Today’s generation? Not a chance. All because of woke.

[alrauna]

Anya Hope Medlin (@anya_earthwise)

[meliae]

James Hope

[little-pup-pip]

Could I get a board for a 10-12 year old tomboy girl, lots of outside playing in the forest and trees, loves animals and dinosaurs and cryptids…never done this before but I’ve recently realized I regress back to this age quite often so thank you <3

Here you go!!

[realarmouredcannonbeetle]

Summary of: Day 40

I want to apologise about my unpredictable upload schedule, I have been very busy lately

Anyway, Nova and I have been getting a lot closer lately which is nice!

Sorry, I don't have much to say tbh.

[fairweathermyth]

KIM TAE-RI / 김태리 + filmography appreciation

I'm neither meticulous nor calculating. I just followed my heart and I was lucky to be given opportunities to work with the country's prominent directors and actors who I look up to very much.

[naycelium]

Hinoki, Caretaker of the Forest and it's Seedlings 🐇 🌰

[reasonsforhope]

"The Yurok will be the first Tribal nation to co-manage land with the National Park Service under a historic memorandum of understanding signed on Tuesday [March 19, 2024] by the tribe, Redwood national and state parks, and the non-profit Save the Redwoods League, according to news reports.

The Yurok tribe has seen a wave of successes in recent years, successfully campaigning for the removal of a series of dams on the Klamath River, where salmon once ran up to their territory, and with the signing of a new memorandum of understanding, the Yurok are set to reclaim more of what was theirs.

Save the Redwoods League bought a property containing these remarkable trees in 2013, and began working with the tribe to restore it, planting 50,000 native plants in the process. The location was within lands the Yurok once owned but were taken during the Gold Rush period.

Centuries passed, and by the time it was purchased it had been used as a lumber operation for 50 years, and the nearby Prairie Creek where the Yurok once harvested salmon had been buried.

Currently located on the fringe of Redwoods National and State Parks which receive over 1 million visitors every year and is a UNESCO Natural Heritage Site, the property has been renamed ‘O Rew, a Yurok word for the area.

“Today we acknowledge and celebrate the opportunity to return Indigenous guardianship to ‘O Rew and reimagine how millions of visitors from around the world experience the redwoods,” said Sam Hodder, president and CEO of Save the Redwoods League.

Having restored Prarie Creek and filled it with chinook and coho salmon, red-legged frogs, northwestern salamanders, waterfowl, and other species, the tribe has said they will build a traditional village site to showcase their culture, including redwood-plank huts, a sweat house, and a museum to contain many of the tribal artifacts they’ve recovered from museum collections.

Believing the giant trees sacred, they only use fallen trees to build their lodges.

“As the original stewards of this land, we look forward to working together with the Redwood national and state parks to manage it,” said Rosie Clayburn, the tribe’s cultural resources director.

It will add an additional mile of trails to the park system, and connect them with popular redwood groves as well as new interactive exhibits.

“This is a first-of-its-kind arrangement, where Tribal land is co-stewarded with a national park as its gateway to millions of visitors. This action will deepen the relationship between Tribes and the National Park Service,” said Redwoods National Park Superintendent Steve Mietz, adding that it would “heal the land while healing the relationships among all the people who inhabit this magnificent forest.”"

-via Good News Network, March 25, 2024

[fortunatelyperfectcreator]

[fishluring]

team wasteland this is how we can still win