nurse log wannabe

it's nature first always adrien-26-nomadic

[bogdowned]

bout to bash my head in... trying so hard not to go pick up a bottle of wine from the store rn.

[rootlessly]

28 may 2025 — central coast, california

[bogdowned]

i spent a cumulative 30 hrs on ig and tumblr this week (may be more or less inaccurate bc my sleep button doesn't work so sometimes i leave the screen on) and drank enough for like 2 months, i think i'm ready to make some serious lifestyle changes lol <3

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south dakota badlands

[lichenaday]

Frutidella caesioatra

Blue-gray disk lichen, Perluvoð

This crustose lichen grows over mosses on acidic rock or soil in Arctic-Alpine habitats. It has a thallus made of large, contiguous, gray-brown granules (described on the Icelandic lichen website as "tiny pearls") interspersed with tuberculate, black apothecia often covered in a layer of bluish pruina. The thallus glows a distinctive blue-white under UV light. F. caesioatra has a global, but patchy and rare distribution.

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[geopsych]

Quiet moments among the asters, goldenrods and willows

[grubarchived]

i see a lot of art filled with plants, like, in the american art scene there seems to be a kind of general movement towards and appreciation of ruined structures being overtaken by nature. offices full of dead computers and leaves. walls with ivy. old factories crawling with new growth. a symbol of degrowth, of new futures that devour and reject colonial modernism, of a refutation of the tyranny over land. it's a nice sentiment.

but consistently im noticing something odd, which is that over and over the plants depicted in art are very familiar -- they're houseplants. pothos. monstera. calathea. zamioculcas. plants growing in the wrong place, at the wrong time, in the wrong climate, a mishmash of unrelated folks with far-flung origins symbolizing "natural" retaking of the modern world.

plants, specifically, that are directly tied to the legacy of colonialism. from northern africa. from southern america. from india. plants that were collected as curios during periods of direct imperialism. plants kept as trophies, plants sold at high prices. plants that are "exotic". that are beautiful. that are high-value. plants whose people got no payment for their capture.

they're the plants people in american colonial territory, who lack access to native plant community, see most often -- that is, other than "weeds". and so when these artists reach for the pure idea of plant, the concept of nature, these plants are their only blueprint. dragging with them all of the baggage of hundreds of years of empire.

it's incredible how much this changes the messaging of the image. dreams of ecological participation stained with a creeping theme of alienation from their native biosphere. the thumbprint of colonialism, clear as day. a hopeful vision of the future, kneecapped by its own symbology. hundreds of individual artists so alienated from their own ecosystems that even their fantasy of participation with nature is inextricable from colonialist trophies. trying to imagine reclaiming the world.

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sd badlands nat'l park

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i've had nothing in my stomach but black coffee and beer today <3

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i'm finding that nature is the greatest friend i have. the best listener, the least complicated and most giving relationship. one where the needs of each party are direct, and understood without words. a language of actions and reciprocation. it sees me not for how i look, present, or sound, but for where i am and what i do.

people have long forgotten the importance of our relationship with the land. the people who care the most, i find, still underestimate its value. we've all been brainwashed, but where are the people trying to break away?

how have we gotten to this point? the average person these days can barely identify the plants they see every day on the shelves at the grocery store, let alone the ones in their local ecosystem. suburbia has indoctrinated us to only ever going into poorly designed outdoor environments, if we make it outside at all. most people don't know anything about the natural world that wasn't told to them against their will.

it's getting increasingly hard for me to connect with others. everyone is so comfortable, so complacent. they won't sacrifice time or energy to the massive, infinite force that drives their very lives. they don't truly realize that every investment comes back to humanity tenfold. we're all watching the earth die without ever even taking a second to get to know it.

how can you connect with others who have so little regard for something you value with your whole being, and who won't hear you out or understand? i envy and admire people who are trying bridge the gap and communicate with both sides.

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pictured rocks nat'l park

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[toothwalker]

Broadleaf Arrowhead, Sagittaria latifolia, also known as Wapato or Duck-potato - the tubers are edible by humans as well as ducks, and were an important food source in pre-colonial North America

Sussex, UK, September 2025

[bogdowned]

katydid x joe pye weed

[maviyenot]

[vintagecamping]

Watching the sun rise on the the Sonoma Coast. Golden hour.

California

1960