Tender Grit

 

"A bruised reed [she] will not break, and a faintly burning wick [she] will not quench." 

- Book of Isaiah

Summer Grasses

 

This year we had two glorious months of spring-- twice as long as usual to gobble up and savor afternoon thunder storms, the profusion of wildflowers, the smell of lilacs in the cool air. 

When I finally ventured out with camera and intention in tow to capture the wonder of it all, the change of seasons had already come and gone-- sudden and complete. 

And just as startling as when spring arrived after the long winter months. May's colors are now faded, washed out by the noonday sun. 

Yet summer arrives with its own magic-- the susurrus of dry grasses moving in the wind, the passing shade of a cloud overhead, that ineffable smell of leisure (some combination of sunscreen, beach towels, swimming holes and bicycles).

Goldfish

 

Japanese artist, Riusuke Fukahori's subject is goldfish and through goldfish, humans in the age of climate change.

Women Of A Certain Age

 

Whales and humans are the only species on Earth in which females outlive their fertility. Which means humans are the only females on this planet to experience menopause in a patriarchal culture.

If that doesn't blow your mind, I don't know what will... 

I was just introduced to a wonderful resource, The XX Brain, about aging female bodies. And even this book, which contains a wealth of vital information, acknowledges that the evolutionary drivers behind menopause are still poorly understood.

Really?! Wow. Just wow.

Unhinged

 

How is season two is even better than season one?!