Chiaroscuro I

We are monsters, all of us, for someone
[at worst, ourselves].

The horror when we track the beast 
back to our own feet.

Whom have you breathed smoke upon
to pilfer their honey?

In whose imagination have you stalked,
drooling, down inroads of fear? 

A Speech Worth Listening To

Van Jones just spoke beautifully as part of the 2017 African American Speaking Series.

Just Sayin'

Give the woman the mic.

The First Stage Of Grief

Yale just released some interesting data on public opinion as it relates to climate change in the United States...



So that's good news (although: Wyoming, really?). But then there's this...

 
And the coup de grâce...

Denial ain't just a river in Egypt. 



Meanwhile, in India...



Villagers are knitting jumpers for elephants to protect them from the unusually cold conditions forecasted for the region.

Droolworthy

Oh my...

This self-taught baker/photographer in Sweden serves up delectable beauty.

Beginnings

The smell of wet leaves and loam,

decomposition and promise.

Keep still, breath carefully, be watchful

lest you startle the souls

determining where and whether to alight.

Listen as the past percolates through the future,

giving birth to this moment. 

Your skin is alive with premonition.
Your blood tastes of iron. 

Darkened Cities

Imagine our urban landscapes without human light pollution. 

A beautiful novel called Exit West led me to this photography series by Thierry Cohen that does just that.

Both eerie and captivating.