Have you seen my tail?






Broken butterflies

“24 pieces butterfly” is built up from different butterfly wings, all the pieces together creating a new butterfly.  
The Medusozoa had lost her body and antennae  and could no longer fly. She was given a new set of flying tools and a propeller. The movement of the Medusuzoa inspired the name.


White Air has a balloon filled up with white air. It helps the little butterfly to rise up.



All art by Anne Ten Donkelaar


Alone and happy





The Jersey Shore in 1904


Steeplechase Pier and bathers, Atlantic City



Vintage bathing beauties








from Romania, 1930




Little jewels

Cuddling Carmines by Patrick Bentley


The Blue Fairy Wren (Australia); Turquoise Honeycreeper

Red Capped Robin by John Wolfe; Splendid Fairy-wren


The purple-crowned fairy wren, endemic to northern Australia.



Field guide


Violet backed Tanager

Lullaby

The sky has shut its eyes of blue,
the house has shut its many eyes,
the meadow sleeps with quilt up too –
sleep nice now, sleep, little Balázs.
Flies and wasps have gone to sleep,
on every foot a bowed head lies,
there's not a buzz or hum to seek –
sleep nice now, sleep, little Balázs.




The tramcar has dozed off as well
– and without its rattle and clash –
it dreams it dares to clang its bell –
sleep nice now, sleep, little Balázs.

Attila József, 'Altató' (1935)
Translation from the Hungarian © Edwin Morgan.






Do the right thing

Never let your sense of morals prevent you from doing what is right.

Isaac Asimov
Foundation

Leila Jeffreys


All cats indoors, please







Because it's Moth Week:




(R) Chaerocampa andamanensis

Bombyces coecigena



Io Moth (female)



It's National Moth Week!


One very happy caterpillar

Small Green Awlet (Burara gomata, Coeliadinae, Hesperiidae

Actias isis


Keep the tourists out," some tourist from Salt Lake City has written. As fellow tourists we heartily agree.

Edward Abbey

Zhangye Danxia Landform – China



Best time of the year, most time of the year








Yellow


Daniera ter Haar and Christoph Brach



"The highest mystical states do not provide evidence for the existence of a personal God"




No god(s) involved: The lives and writings of the mystics of all great religions bear witness to religious experiences of great intensity, in which considerable changes are effected in the quality of consciousness. Profound absorption in prayer or meditation can bring about a deepening and widening, a brightening and intensifying, of consciousness, accompanied by a transporting feeling of rapture and bliss. The contrast between these states and normal conscious awareness is so great that the mystic believes his experiences to be manifestations of the divine; and given the contrast, this assumption is quite understandable. Mystical experiences are also characterized by a marked reduction or temporary exclusion of the multiplicity of sense-perceptions and restless thoughts. This relative unification of mind is then interpreted as a union or communion with the One God. ... 

The psychological facts underlying those religious experiences are accepted by the Buddhist and are well-known to him; but he carefully distinguishes the experiences themselves from the theological interpretations imposed upon them. ... The meditator will not be overwhelmed by any uncontrolled emotions and thoughts evoked by his singular experience, and will thus be able to avoid interpretations of that experience not warranted by the facts. Hence a Buddhist meditator, while benefiting from the refinement of consciousness he has achieved, will be able to see these meditative experiences for what they are; and he will further know that they are without any abiding substance that could be attributed to a deity manifesting itself to his mind. Therefore, the Buddhist’s conclusion must be that the highest mystical states do not provide evidence for the existence of a personal God or an impersonal godhead. 

Nyanaponika Thera
"Buddhism and the God-Idea" (1962)


A voice of greeting from the wind was sent;

The mists enfolded me with soft white arms;
The birds did sing to lap me in content,
The rivers wove their charms,—
And every little daisy in the grass
Did look up in my face, and smile to see me pass!


Richard Henry Stoddard
Hymn to the Beautiful, Stanza 4

White-winged Fairywren (Malurus leucopterus)





Wordless recipe



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Lace fences

Avantgardens. Lace Garden, Amsterdam, The Netherlands. 
Standard wire mesh fence with a poetic lacy twist by landscape artist Anouk Vogel
Photo: Jeroen Musch





"Atavistic urge to hide under leaves"

This private estate was far enough away from the explosion so that its bamboos, pines, laurel, and maples were still alive, and the green place invited refugees—partly because they believed that if the Americans came back, they would bomb only buildings; partly because the foliage seemed a center of coolness and life, and the estate’s exquisitely precise rock gardens, with their quiet pools and arching bridges, were very Japanese, normal, secure; and also partly (according to some who were there) because of an irresistible, atavistic urge to hide under leaves. 

John Hersey
Hiroshima

Andrzej Bochenski, Hydrangeas



Summer Wreath: Oak and acorns