I am so caring to my own life / Since i remember it's mine / I love dearly / and with gentle hands
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I am so caring to my own life / Since i remember it's mine / I love dearly / and with gentle hands
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βMermaidβ
βThe Star in the Nightβ
Found a shy little friend (pic taken by soleatto)
horse bridle made from watsonia leaves by Hannah Thornhill
your inner child is so proud of the writer youβve become
Laura Aguilar is a Los Angeles-based photographer whose work mines the intersection between feminism, body image, queer politics, and latinx identity. Her earliest works depicted latina lesbians in intimate portraits, calling to mind the frankness of Catherine Opie, while her best known series features self-portraits of Aguilar posed nude in the California desert landscape. These photographs are instantly striking, finding in the artistβs body formal elements that echo the landscape itself, as in its doubling here with the giant rock that eludes the frame. Aguilar also forces our gaze onto a body that does not conform to stereotypical images of latinx or feminine identityβa body type that is not so much othered as invisible, despite its ubiquity. The artist originally began to produce these photos as a means of grappling with her own issues with weight and self-acceptance, but quickly came to see them as something more. They offer a profound, ambivalent vision of woman and nature. We see Aguilar dissolve into the landscape in search of anonymity, at the same time that she reclaims the pride and beauty in her body far removed from the society that rejects it.
Laura Aguilar, Grounded #111, 1992
HELLO ! have you thought about Van Goghβs First Steps today ?
Here you go. This world is beautiful. Humans are beautiful. I love you
I often think about that post that was a fake dating profile for a cat that was all about chickens, like wanting someone with posable thumbs for opening chickens.
This is one my favourite things the internet has ever made.
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This remains one of the great art objects of modern times and nobody will convince me otherwise.
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sundown in bear river
You are 60% water and every lake, river, pond, swamp, creek, and ocean you encounter wants to reclaim it desperately. Be careful out there.
Good, I hope it haunts everyone about to enter a body of water so bad that they wear a life jacket. π
Every single person I knew (past tense) who has drowned was "a strong swimmer." Water in the wild does not care how good you are at swimming.
I mean this with all due respect:
You are not going to pass a skillcheck against a rip current once it has you.
Waves will not bow to your physical prowess no matter how impressive.
Shock does not care that you used to be on your school swim team.
If you hit your head, being good at swimming isn't going to turn you face-up while you're unconscious.
You may be unable to return to shore. Rescue may be unable to find you quickly.
Scheduling this for when weather starts warming up. Be careful swimming this summer
My nanny had a brother. He was amazingly kind and a very strong swimmer. He and a friend went swimming in the river early in the spring. The water was too cold. His muscles (including his lungs) locked up. He couldn't swim. He couldn't breath. He died and left his family devastated. He gave me a teddy bear the first time he met me. I was three. I don't remember his face but I still have that teddy bear.
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He's worried about stepping on flowers. He loves nature.
Wow thanks everyone ;v;
Mini lore snippet lol: at first I just doodled the cat alone in the middle of a page, but I loved him so much I just turned the page and drew the whole thing. He's so great.
In The Fellowship of the Ring, Legolas seems to draw sense memories from plants and stones and it is from this that he can speak at all about the elves that lived there long before; βonly the stones rememberβ, he says.
Itβs a line I think about a lot, and about the plethora of implications with how elves interact with the world.
Stones live longer than even the elves, after all. Thereβs something both comforting and disquieting in knowing thereβs so many witnesses to the tragedies over the years, that each bit of rough limestone or oak tree is imbued with the same memories of the elves.
I also like to think that elves have a specific sense for growth and decay; they can hear and feel, for lack of a better wording, shoots of grass growing, flowers blooming, roots expanding out, fungi breaking down, fallen logs disintegrating, wind eroding stone.
Just as with any other sense, not all are equally attuned to it or aware of it and both its presence in abundance or too high intensity, or its absence for long periods, can be overwhelming.