Seasonalight

Light Seeking

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Skies, enslaved.

The brutal scars of industrial prowess upon our atmosphere (above Hay-on_Wye), therefore, all life. Photo by me.

Look up in a clear blue sky on any given day and you’ll most likely see at least one vapour trail, if not many. It depends on where you are in relation to global aviation flight corridors. From satellites,  they are often seen to scar up so badly it’s as if giant whips have been unleashed : The Whipped Peters of Planet Earth.

 

© weatherwars.info Jet contrails as seen by satellite, NASA Langley Research Center

Planes don’t simply contribute to the climate emergency by direct CO2 emissions from burning fuel, although that contributes around 2.4% … Read more

Traumundi

Dead hedgehog in the middle of Llandaff Playing Fields, Cardiff. Photo by me.

From the Greek, trauma ~ “a wound, a hurt; a defeat,” from PIE *trau

+ genitive of latin, mundus ~ “universe, world” mundi.

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Nausirage ~ a tweeterie

Diamond Python, NSW. Photo by me.

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On Structural Love ~ learning through shared pain.

Lemn Sissay speaks at the Cambridge Union. Photo by me.

At the top of a wide staircase, under the light of a golden chandelier, I met an elderly man with depth to his eyes, leaning on a stick. We smiled, and began to speak of love and nature ~ that sponteneity, with a stranger. It’s rare.  And memorable.

A few moments before, we shared an audience downstairs in the Cambridge Union; the talk by Lemn Sissay at the Cambridge Literature Festival. I have written before about his book,  My Name is Why. Now, we were at the back of a long booksigning queue. … Read more

Natbagging

Natbagged items. Photo by me.

 

Verb, to Natbag. To be a natbagger. Natbagging (a habit).

The collection of natural items (or manuports) put in one’s bag or pocket to be taken home or elsewhere. Often instinctive.

Examples to include *but not limited to* ~

shells, petals, buds, exuviae, feathers, wasp nest fragments, lichen, pebbles, seeds, dead butterfly wings, sheep wool, pinecones, King Alfred’s Cakes, nuts, bones, mermaid’s purses, owl pellets…

Note: No animal or plant shall be harmed in the process. 

My thanks to @biophilliabod for reminding me!

 

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The mirror, cracked. Seven years bad luck?


Art by NATASHA ZETA, Cracked Perspective (butterfly piece). Please click on the image for more information about this artist and her work.

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Seven years, they say, of bad luck. This UK Election was a mirror, a moment for deep change. And today, it feels like the mirror cracked.

This is precious time; this seven years ahead. This will be time for a very structured organisation, meticulous and detailed (the genius being in the detail) investment in time to slow the worst effects of inequity, racism, climate volatility and ecological depauperation. We can prepare now, away from the political bubble of The City and Westminster and the BBC and the billionaire press, amongst ourselves. … Read more

FutureFlo Chart ~ draft sketch

Towards the Symbiocene, Futureflo chart by me. Charting direction, death and hope, in context of life, abundant.

 

I hope it generates discussion, at least.

 

 

(sensible comments/improvements most welcome).

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Teresapien

Photo by me.

Non-human? I have come to despise that we treat all other species in the negative and in comparison to our own species with such overt exceptionalism. At the same time, I do not wish any new word to accentuate separateness. I’ve worked on this for a while now.

Tere ~ Proto-Indo-European root meaning cross over, pass through, overcome.

Sapien ~ Latin meaning discerning, wise, judicious.

By the ‘wisdom’ of the biosphere, we Homo sapiens have many other species to live up to.

Healthy teresapien systems = their wellbeing = our wellbeing. Let evolved processes happen. We are ecological consumers not producers. … Read more

The Salmon and the Weir.

Photo by me.

It happened in a flash. A broad silver flank with a pink tinge lifted clear into river spray, a single twist, and a lunge towards a roaring steep slope of weir. The body jolted and slipped backwards into the white froth from where it had leaped. 

He did leap high. I saw him. Atlantic salmon (Salmo salar), and most likely a male with all his freckles.

It’s mid November, late salmon-leap time here in Wales. These are the kings of anadromous fish, symlings of the great Arctic pelagos and the free ocean waves. They return thousands of miles ‘home’ using quantum magnetic sensing and smell-vibrations, navigating to their intimate place of spawning in the shallow streams of inland mountains. … Read more

Buzzard

Buzzard Photo Art

Buzzard Photo Art, by me.

We played the common land this evening,
dipped the bumps: the hawthorn pits,
while a buzzard observed our sport
from a noble branch of sloe.

Buzzard reserved her verdict as the aviary ceiling
closed above us, swallowing the stars.

When she had vanished, we strolled
far into the dark, hollow grove
recalling her quiet perceptions.

© 2012 GinnyB … Read more

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