Dinosaur illustrations by Roy Andersen, for National Geographic's August 1978 issue
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Dinosaur illustrations by Roy Andersen, for National Geographic's August 1978 issue
American Flamingo (Phoenicopterus ruber), family Phoenicopteridae, order Phoenicopteriformes, northern Colombia
photograph by Andres Vasquez
Environmental Protection - Bats, Postage Stamps - Poland, 1997
my ancient mama
Return of the Obra Dinn by Lucas Pope
Michel Roggo: "While I was underwater in Lake Geneva looking for catfish, this great crested grebe unexpectedly appeared, probably looking for a fish. He was a little startled by this strange thing in the water, stopped, and then quickly disappeared."
Source: Dorohedoro Sketchbook Artbook
by Q Hayashida
Link to the full Artbook
still thinking about "decolonising" missionary work.
the way you decolonise missionary work is by not doing missionary work
the way you decolonise missionaries is like this:
Various species of bats covered in dew during hibernation
Afuera, abajo, a los lados, hay gente que habla de cosas que no me importan. Hablan para existir, hablan cuando caminan, cuando cierran una puerta, cuando la abren, cuando desplazan un mueble, hablan para decir lo que hacen o simplemente dicen lo que hacen, su habla es redundante, ellos son redundantes, hablan para sentir que hacen lo que hacen, pero no saben por qué hablan, ni siquiera saben que hablan. Ellos son esa habla continua, el ruido de los que son, despiertan hablando y se duermen hablando. No hay espacio para otra cosa; en ellos no penetra el exterior, ni la hierba que pisan, ni la noche, ni el viento. La lluvia es agua que ensucia los cristales, el viento es algo que enfría la comida. No hay espacios, no hay silencio, no hay poros por donde pueda penetrar el secreto del día o de la noche, las voces tenues de los juncos, la mirada de los perros abandonados o libres.
- Chantal Maillard, “Filosofía en los días críticos”. Pre-Textos.
- Francesca Woodman, “Untitled", Rome, Italy, 1977-1978, vintage gelatin silver print
Raymond Depardon, Glasgow, 1990
Honeybee pupa development By: Stephen Dalton From: Wild, Wild World of Animals: Insects & Spiders 1977
Spiderwebs glittering with dew By: Stephen J. Krasemann From: Wild, Wild World of Animals: Insects & Spiders 1977