#oliver ocean sea

[afunky-jester]

[dk-thrive]

If you are in the garden, I will dress myself in leaves. If you are in the sea I will slide into that smooth blue nest, I will talk fish, I will adore salt. But if you are sad, I will not dress myself in desolation. I will present myself with all the laughters I can muster. And if you are angry I will come, calm and steady, with some small and easy story.

— Mary Oliver, The Leaf and the Cloud: A Poem Da Capo Press; October 1, 2001) (via Alive on All Channels)

[marinememes]

They are bests friebds

[respect-the-locals]

🐢Daily Sea Turtle Fact:🐢

Olive Ridley Sea Turtle: The olive ridley gets its name from the olive green color of its heart-shaped shell. The species is among the smallest of the world’s sea turtles and is found primarily in the tropical regions of the Pacific, Indian, and Atlantic oceans. Similar to Kemp's Ridleys, large groups of turtles gather offshore of nesting beaches. Then, all at once, vast numbers of turtles come ashore and nest in what is known as an "arribada" which means "arrival" in Spanish. During these arribadas, hundreds to thousands of females come ashore to lay their eggs.

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Yevgeny Yorobe

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𝗢𝗰𝗲𝗮𝗻

I am in love with Ocean lifting her thousands of white hats in the chop of the storm, or lying smooth and blue, the loveliest bed in the world.

In the personal life, there is always grief more than enough, a heart-load for each of us on the dusty road. I suppose there is a reason for this, so I will be patient, acquiescent. But I will live nowhere except here, by Ocean, trusting equally in all the blast and welcome of her sorrowless, salt self. – Mary Oliver -

(Echoes of Panhala)

[aperiodofhistory]

Amidst the olive trees on the path to the ocean.

[lastweeksshirttonight]

This week, John discusses deep-sea mining, which is definitely a thing that might destroy the planet sooner than we think. Also we find one of the few animals John does not find fuckable, which is a sentence I have typed out and shared publicly.

[koenji]

green almonds, green summer.

[saltycetaceans]

Nunavik and Oliver

[venus-in-pearls]

~ Beach Finds #1 ~

I went on a nighttime beach walk date with my bf a couple weeks ago, and here are a few of the interesting things I saw and collected!

1) Sea Nettle Jellyfish. These have a very painful sting described as moderate to severe! However, their sting won't kill you unless you have an allergic reaction to it

2) Seashells!

Top Row L to R : intact shark eye moon snail shell, half broken shark eye moon snail shell, intact olive snail shell

Bottom Row : scallop shells, in varying states of completeness

[afunky-jester]

Oliver Ocean is a bisexual

[dk-thrive]

The sea can do craziness, it can do smooth, it can lie down like silk breathing or toss havoc shoreward; it can give gifts and withhold all; it can rise, ebb, froth like an incoming frenzy of fountains, or it can sweet-talk entirely. As I can too, and so, no doubt, can you, and you.

— Mary Oliver, "A Thousand Mornings" in "A Thousand Mornings: Poems (Penguin Books; September 24, 2013)

[backyardforest]

Check my first polaroid pictures project

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"I captured moments from my trip to the Eastern Mediterranean this summer using my Polaroid camera and created a project. This is my first photo project; I hope you like it. You can view it by clicking on my Behance link."

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[melaniekatewrites]

New character art! Here are 3/4 of my mermaid characters from the fantasy novel series I'm working on 🧜🏿‍♀️ each of their love interests will be added to the background of their piece, and I'll repost once they're further along and I've added the fourth character, Ozara!

[fountainattheforkedroad]

Animal poetry: “The Chambered Nautilus” by Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.

(Text/images/observation)

This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main,— The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the Siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.

Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl; Wrecked is the ship of pearl! And every chambered cell, Where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell, As the frail tenant shaped his growing shell, Before thee lies revealed,— Its irised ceiling rent, its sunless crypt unsealed!

Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year’s dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.

Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap, forlorn! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathèd horn! While on mine ear it rings, Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings:—

Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul,

As the swift seasons roll!

Leave thy low-vaulted past!

Let each new temple, nobler than the last,

Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast,

Till thou at length art free,

Leaving thine outgrown shell by life’s unresting sea!

Discussion: The poem is very typical American Romantic poem to me. In this case, it sees nature symbolises the Christian development of the soul. It sees nature as a source of keys to Christian values, not as itself. It seems to talk about modernity and yet it ends with the progress of the soul, not the material world. It straightforwardly tells us the message it wants to say, through the “voice” of the nautilus, which is actually better than Triton’s horn, even though it is the voice of Christianity, not the animal world. Ironically, I think Holmes has never seen a living, swmiing nautilus before. Why? Because, as he talks about psychical progress, symbolised by the chambered nautilus, the living nautilus seems to naturally move “backward” by our standard. 

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Ocean

I am in love with Ocean lifting her thousands of white hats in the chop of the storm, or lying smooth and blue, the loveliest bed in the world. In the personal life, there is

always grief more than enough, a heart-load for each of us on the dusty road. I suppose there is a reason for this, so I will be patient, acquiescent. But I will live nowhere except here, by Ocean, trusting equally in all the blast and welcome of her sorrowless, salt self.

– Mary Oliver