1. "Do not assume that he who seeks to comfort you now, lives untroubled among the simple and quiet words that sometimes do you good. His life may also have much sadness and difficulty, that remains far beyond yours. Were it otherwise, he would never have been able to find these words."
    — Rainer Maria Rilke (via alighthouseofwords)

    (via brushstrokesandshutterclicks)


  2. "Why do you want to shut out of your life any uneasiness, any misery, any depression, since after all you don’t know what work these conditions are doing inside you? Why do you want to persecute yourself with the question of where all this is coming from and where it is going? Since you know, after all, that you are in the midst of transitions and you wished for nothing so much as to change. If there is anything unhealthy in your reactions, just bear in mind that sickness is the means by which an organism frees itself from what is alien; so one must simply help it to be sick, to have its whole sickness and to break out with it, since that is the way it gets better."
    — Letters To A Young Poet, Rainer Maria Rilke  (via brushstrokesandshutterclicks)

    (Source: alighthouseofwords, via brushstrokesandshutterclicks)

  3. sdzoo:

    Even Galapagos tortoises enjoy watermelon in the summer. Watch the full video.

    (via climateadaptation)

  4. neaq:

    Penguins, penguins, penguins! Happy Weekend. #tgif #penguins


  5. "If poetry students don’t read broadly, why should anyone else? They read only their contemporaries, no interest in the past as present. Every writing program or conference should offer refresher zones—reading without writing for a brief or long while. Fill up the well if you want to be a writer. We live in an age where you can celebrify yourself instantly. You can pimp yourself in poetry or fiction overnight—anybody can publish anything now because of the Internet. With no critical standards and little reading, we aren’t talking about imaginative writing anymore. We’re talking about a cottage industry and the creation of artifacts and trinkets. The solitude of the writing experience—solitude that reads and converses with the great dead—seems an enemy of technology. Though, finally, I don’t believe this is true. There are poets of all ages who are not threatened by technology but do not have to use it as a club—in both senses of the word."
    — Carol Muske-Dukes, from “Those Who Hope Not to Be Erased: An Interview with Carol Muske-Dukes" by Alex Dueben, Paris Review (8 July 2014)

    (Source: jslr, via apoetreflects)

  6. Took my 91 year old bird loving mother to the Black Pond Wildlife Management Area a couple of weeks ago on one of my frequent early morning visits there. I’ve seen blue heron, eagles even a sandhill crane blown in from the midwest on my walks. Thankfully she wasn’t with me Saturday when I returned from my walk to find two tires flattened by spikes in the access road apparently strategically placed by vandals. Not sure what kind of anger motivates that type of vandalism. As always, it is the human wildlife that one must watch out for. Looking forward to authorities reopening and resuming use of this uniquely beautiful area on Lake Ontario’s eastern shore.

  7. likeafieldmouse:

    Edward Curtis - The North American Indian

    In 1906, J. P. Morgan provided Curtis with $75,000 to produce a series on the North American Indian. The work was to be in 20 volumes with 1,500 photographs.

    Morgan’s funds were to be disbursed over five years and were earmarked to support only fieldwork for the books, not for writing, editing, or production of the volumes. Curtis himself would receive no salary for the project, which was to last more than 20 years. 

    Curtis’s goal was not just to photograph, but to document, as much American Indian (Native American) traditional life as possible before it disappeared.

    He wrote in the introduction to his first volume in 1907:

    The information that is to be gathered…respecting the mode of life of one of the great races of mankind, must be collected at once or the opportunity will be lost. 

    Curtis made over 10,000 wax cylinder recordings of Indian language and music.

    He took over 40,000 photographic images from over 80 tribes.

    He recorded tribal lore and history, and he described traditional foods, housing, garments, recreation, ceremonies, and funeral customs.

    He wrote biographical sketches of tribal leaders, and his material, in most cases, is the only written recorded history although there is still a rich oral tradition that documents history.”

    1. Klamath Indian at Crater Lake

    2. Two Whistles, Apsaroke

    3. Dancing to Restore an Eclipsed Moon

    4. Tobadzischini

    5. Haschogan 

    6. Haschezhini

    7. Bear Bull - Blackfoot

    8. Red Cloud

    9. Apache Gaun

    10. Offering to the Sun - San Ildefonso

    What a picture of Indian character this affords: a mere infant starting out alone into the fastnesses of the mountain wilds, to commune with the spirits of the infinite, a tiny child sitting through the night on a lonely mountain-top, reaching out its infant’s hands to God! On distant and near-by hills howl the coyote and the wolf. In the valleys and on the mountain side prowl and stalk all manner of animals. Yet alone by the little fire sits the child listening to the mysterious voices of the night.

    —Edward Curtis

    (via literaryartifacts)


  8. "

    Still I Rise

    "You may write me down in history
    With your bitter, twisted lies,
    You may trod me in the very dirt
    But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

    Does my sassiness upset you?
    Why are you beset with gloom?
    ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
    Pumping in my living room.

    Just like moons and like suns,
    With the certainty of tides,
    Just like hopes springing high,
    Still I’ll rise.”……….

    …..Maya Angelou, 1928-2014


  9. At Black Pond

    6:00 a.m. Saw a beaver swimming with a leaf laden branch toward his den. Amazing creature.Builder of Eco systems.
    Watched a bright white headed bird, yes, an eagle fishing along the lake shore till she was chased away by three gulls angry at the intrusion.
    Full of awe and wonder now. Should sustain me through the day.


  10. Wishing



    I should wish to rise with

    the sun in the morning
    and to set with it in the eve,
    to breathe with the tides
    as they come rolling in to
    touch the seawall at noon
    and to exhale with the foam
    that stays scattered on beaches
    covered in seaweed hair.

    I should wish to grow as
    tall as the mountains and to be
    equally as steadfast
    with crystalline eyes and my
    heart filled with a love
    as deep as canyons.