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Right, let's try this:) Something I made a while ago and that's about to be published goo.gl/74Qnpp #illustration #art #conceptart #books

really get into virtual reality. At a Chucky Cheese I stood nearby with my camera as my grandson played a video game. He was into it!

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Landscape photography is the slowest kind I do, and for that reason it's calming. I find diagonal lines in landscapes almost essential to lead the eye inward and give energy to the composition. I like people in my landscapes (when passers by luckily appear). They provide scale and they anchor a composition, like garden sculptures do. Light and color are always important, especially good light which is hard to define, but I know it when I see it.

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You are allowed to do stuff just because you want to.

Even if it uses up all your spoons/matches.

Even if it leaves your exhausted and broken the next day.

Even if you need to let other stuff slide a bit while you recover.

You are allowed to have fun, to go out, to take a day once in a while and do what you want with it.

Being #disabled, or #chronicallyill, or a #parent, etc doesn't mean you can't take time for you.

(I needed to hear this today, so I figured other folks might too.)

Ring Billed Gulls' memories of winter. . . .

I belong to an organization called Delaware Pacem in Terris. "Pacem" has been working on and projects since the Vietnam War. Last year they organized a traveling exhibit of art by first grade through high school age students. Here are some examples of that art.

@tmy What a splendid photo showing a spider going down the hatch! Thanks for sharing.

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Goldcrest is the smallest bird species in Finland (maybe also of Europe). Surviving a nordic winter exclusively on insects and spiders is an astonishing deed. For this fluff ball the worst was behind :)

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I want it to be a framework that others can pick up and take and plant everywhere else as well. I just happen to live here in Lincoln. I want to create something that can spread easily and rapidly. TRULY collective (again see: "open source") permaculture action is my main goal. To get the laws changed in order to create Eco-villages and ways of living in concert and harmony with each other and nature. ๐Ÿฆ‰

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Happy everyone! Let's cherish our beautiful planet with its wonderful creatures and fight to protect it.

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Cherry blossoms at the South Coast Botanic Garden. The whole park is curated, with some parts arranged to seem wild(ish) and others, like this one, more garden-like.

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Went to #Hidcote today to see a phenomenal #garden that was maintained, funded, and expanded by six remarkable women in the early 1900s. ๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒฑ๐Ÿ‘’

Unfortunately, the #NationalTrust don't have any of their info on the website. ๐Ÿ˜’

1) box of wee #cacti
2) tulips and hyacinths
3) view from the potting shed

#plants #photography #flowers

Dear and

With some photos of trees I had taken over several years I recently tooted Joyce Wilmer's, Trees, a sentimental poem written by that soldier who died by a sniper's bullet in 1918. A follower said he was grateful for it, so thinking he'd like more I found a link to some of the best from other WW1 poets: theweek.co.uk/arts-life/59798/. This hopes they may fortify hearts in training for peacemaking.

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Killed by a sniper's bullet in WW1 poet Joyce Kilmer remembered trees beyond the trenches:

Trees

I think that I shall never see
a poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
against the sweet earthโ€™s flowing breast; a tree that looks at God all day, and lifts her leafy arms to pray; a tree that may in summer wear a nest of robins in her hair; upon whose bosom snow has lain; who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, but only God can make a tree.