An albino turtle hatchling sits among other Arrau turtles Tapauá, Brazil Photograph: Edmar Barros
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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An albino turtle hatchling sits among other Arrau turtles Tapauá, Brazil Photograph: Edmar Barros
Macro photographs of butterfly and moth wings
Czeslaw Milosz, from "Ars Poetica?"
There's Always This Year by Hanif Abdurraqib
the dying world by lauren tsai
My vibe for spring
An abandoned cottage in Småland, Sweden.
Nicole Kidman wearing Jean Paul Gaultier, Cinematheque Awards (2003)
“I am astonished in my teaching to find how many poets are nearly blind to the physical world. They have ideas, memories, and feelings, but when they write their poems they often see them as similes. To break this habit, I have my students keep a journal in which they must write, very briefly, six things they have seen each day—not beautiful or remarkable things, just things. This seemingly simple task usually is hard for them. At the beginning, they typically “see” things in one of three ways: artistically, deliberately, or not at all. Those who see artistically instantly decorate their descriptions, turning them into something poetic: the winter trees immediately become “old men with snow on their shoulders,” or the lake looks like a “giant eye.” The ones who see deliberately go on and on describing a brass lamp by the bed with painful exactness. And the ones who see only what is forced on their attention: the grandmother in a bikini riding on a skateboard, or a bloody car wreck. But with practice, they begin to see carelessly and learn a kind of active passivity until after a month nearly all of them have learned to be available to seeing—and the physical world pours in. Their journals fill up with lovely things like, “the mirror with nothing reflected in it.” This way of seeing is important, even vital to the poet, since it is crucial that a poet see when she or he is not looking—just as she must write when she is not writing. To write just because the poet wants to write is natural, but to learn to see is a blessing. The art of finding in poetry is the art of marrying the sacred to the world, the invisible to the human.”
— Linda Gregg, The Art of Finding | Academy of American Poets
A robust clubhook squid (Onykia robusta) washed up at Dutch Harbour, Alaska, USA.
This approximately 10ft long specimen was photographed and then safely relocated back to the ocean, still alive.
by Andrew Bleiman
Clamshell compact e-reader, It Follows.
In this short life / that merely lasts an hour / how much — how / little — is / within our / power
by magdalena gerber
men literally genuinely in their mind of minds believe that not having sex is what depression and loneliness is. like that's what they mean by "im lonely and depressed"
J. R. R. Tolkien's illustration for 'Letter From Father Christmas' .