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the answer is something I would come to later when I was old but this morning is not old and I am the morning in which the autumn leaves have no question as the breeze passes through them and is gone

w.s. merwin

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Fjaðrárgljúfur by Jonathan Percy Via Flickr: South Iceland

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we slept in this place.

Somewhere someone is traveling furiously toward you, At incredible speed, traveling day and night, Through blizzards and desert heat, across torrents, through narrow passes. But will he know where to find you, Recognize you when he sees you, Give you the thing he has for you? Hardly anything grows here, Yet the granaries are bursting with meal, The sacks of meal piled to the rafters. The streams run with sweetness, fattening fish; Birds darken the sky. Is it enough That the dish of milk is set out at night, That we think of him sometimes, Sometimes and always, with mixed feelings?

John Ashbery

In the late 1990s, Frances Kuo, director of the Landscape and Human Health Laboratory at the University of Illinois, began interviewing female residents in the Robert Taylor Homes, a massive housing project on the South Side of Chicago. Kuo and her colleagues compared women randomly assigned to various apartments. Some had a view of nothing…

Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.

ralph waldo emerson

This is farming country. The neighbors will believe you are crazy if you take a walk just to think and be alone. So carry a shotgun and walk the fence line. Pretend you are hunting and your walking will not arouse suspicion. But don’t forget to load the shotgun. They will know if your gun is empty. Stop occasionally. Cock your head and listen to the doves you never see. Part the tall weeds with your hand and inspect the ground. Sniff the air as a hunter would. (That wonderful smell of sweet clover is a bonus.) Soon you will forget the gun in your hands, but remember, someone may be watching. If you hear beating wings and see the bronze flash of something flying up, you will have to shoot it.

Leo Dangel

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YESSSS

(via Jean Berko Gleason — Unfolding Language, Unfolding Life)

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Petit déjeuner.

Every morning I want to kneel down on the golden cloth of the sand and say some kind of musical thanks for the world that is happening again—another day— from the shawl of wind coming out of the west to the firm green flesh of the melon lately sliced open and eaten, its chill and ample body flavored with mercy. I want to be worthy—of what? Glory? Yes, unimaginable glory. O Lord of melons, of mercy, though I am not ready, nor worthy, I am climbing toward you.

Lady Beech, cloathed in light.

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Baby chameleon. [video]

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ok, that’s pretty cute

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Have a good weekend everyone! -Emily

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Uhm. Yeah. Yes.

innerbohemienne

Light pollution is an increasing problem for star-gazers the world over.

The Bortle scale was created by John Bortle and published in 2001. It measures the night sky’s brightness at a particular location, quantifying the astronomical observability of celestial objects and the interference caused by light pollution.