the-wolf-and-moon:

Luna and Venus

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kafaminguzelligi:

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burningmine:

CCC Trail, January 2021

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windandwater:

“Well, the night is young,” said Albert, sitting back in the sacks.

THE NIGHT IS OLD. THE NIGHT IS ALWAYS OLD.

The pigs galloped on. Then, “No, it ain’t.”

I’M SORRY?

“The night isn’t any older than the day, master. It stands to reason. There must have been a day before anyone knew what the night was.”

YES, BUT IT’S MORE DRAMATIC.

“Oh. Right, then.”

–Terry Pratchett, Hogfather

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lichenaday:

Xanthoparmelia plittii

Plitt’s rock shield 

I don’t know who Plitt is. Odds are, a lichenologist or naturalist, but one beloved enough to have a lichen named in their honor. Or someone with the guts to just straight up name a lichen after theirself. Either way, I admire them, and admire the beautiful X. plittii to boot. This foliose lichen has long, narrow, irregularly-shaped lobes that grow in rounded rosettes which can be up to 10 cm in diameter. The center of the yellow-green rosettes are covered in dense brown isidia, and the underside is pale to dark brown with pale brown rhizines. Apothecia are rare. They are slightly raised from the surface, and have a thin, smooth margin and brown disc. X. plittii grows on acidic rock in forested, intermediate elevations in North America, South America, and southern Africa. 

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sweetd3lights:

All rights reserved by Chris Marshall

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Sometimes when I’m birdwatching

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memewhore:

The urge to interpret this as supernatural agency is real.

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dpcphotography:

Mood

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dcbicki:

Thank you, Gabriel. You’ve believed in me and fought for me, and stood by my side when all the rest of the world was against me. And we’ve been through so much together.
Far from the Madding Crowd
2015, dir. Thomas Vinterberg

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mostlythemarsh:

Bug Light

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windandwater:

The philosopher Didactylos has summed up an alternative hypothesis as “Things just happen. What the hell.”

–Terry Pratchett, Hogfather

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windandwater:
The philosopher Didactylos has summed up an alternative hypothesis as “Things just happen. What the hell.”
–Terry Pratchett, Hogfather
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hiimlesphotos:

Handlebar Mustache

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anghraine:

I was looking up some stuff in the Faramir chapters of TTT, and while there’s a lot I like there, there are two interchanges I particularly love:

‘Good night, Captain, my lord,’ he said. ‘You took the chance, sir.’

‘Did I so?’ said Faramir.

‘Yes sir, and showed your quality: the very highest.’

Faramir smiled. ‘A pert servant, Master Samwise. But nay: the praise of the praiseworthy is above all rewards.’

–

‘In the meantime, whomsoever you take under your protection shall be under my protection and under the shield of Gondor. Are you answered?’

Frodo bowed low. ‘I am answered,’ he said, ‘and I place myself at your service, if that is of any worth to one so high and honourable.’

‘It is of great worth,’ said Faramir.

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doafhat:

That was not correct at all.

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apoemaday:

by Czeslaw Milosz

On the day the world ends
A bee circles a clover,
A fisherman mends a glimmering net.
Happy porpoises jump in the sea,
By the rainspout young sparrows are playing
And the snake is gold-skinned as it should always be.

On the day the world ends
Women walk through the fields under their umbrellas,
A drunkard grows sleepy at the edge of a lawn,
Vegetable peddlers shout in the street
And a yellow-sailed boat comes nearer the island,
The voice of a violin lasts in the air
And leads into a starry night.

And those who expected lightning and thunder
Are disappointed.
And those who expected signs and archangels’ trumps
Do not believe it is happening now.
As long as the sun and the moon are above,
As long as the bumblebee visits a rose,
As long as rosy infants are born
No one believes it is happening now.

Only a white-haired old man, who would be a prophet
Yet is not a prophet, for he’s much too busy,
Repeats while he binds his tomatoes:
No other end of the world will there be,
No other end of the world will there be.

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perplexingly:

Yavanna
[other Valar]

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gaymenaredivineincarnate:

This guy!

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