the goose knows the magnetic poles, and can fly at night, navigating through weather and time, rain and wind, finding the track their parents have shown them only once before. the goose knows which grasses are good, which grains help you grow, how to build nest so that the younglings are safe, and where to […]

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digger wasp nests

i was walking on some cobblestones, and there they were – a whole colony. bright sand  cones on the greyish stone. wonderful. i have always liked the digger wasps (genus Sphex) and their creative approach to procreation.

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trying it out

well, here are some more not-so-perfect pictures. the day was fiercely sunny, and i am not yet very acquainted with my camera. so, have mercy.

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and suddenly, it is june. the greens have become saturated, the young crows learn to climb trees, and eventually to fly squeakingly, kittens romp in courtyards next to their dejected fierce mothers, students complain of too much to do all of a sudden, teachers collapse quietly, lilac blossoms, drowning out the stench or the rowans. […]

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tectonically yours, me

interestingly enough, i return to the thought of people as territories, land masses, places again and again. only, don’t ask me what sort of territory i am or you are. or anyone else is. i would not know. not now, anyway. the omnia mea mecum porto has some grain of truth in it: wherever you […]

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