He's Patiently Waiting While She's Grazing. Took Them a Good Half Hour. Right in Front of the House

La mort d'amour?

Girl with a Lizard (Ludwika)

Overhead

More Forest Finds (Leopoldsbaude)

Solar Eclipse It May Be, But to Rest You Still Need

Imagine a Field of These; Then Imagine the Orgasm the Bees Must Feel with Crocus Pollen; Then Imagine Crocus Honey. Well, It's For Real

Peregrinations Resumed as Winter Ends Rather Unexpectedly - Though Spring Is Still Some Time Away and the Snow Cover Remains More or Less Intact Above 2,000 Feet

If He (She?) Weren't Posing, I Wouldn't Have Taken This Picture. I See or Hear Them Every Time I'm Out in the Woods So I Guess We're Beginning to Establish Some Nice Telepathy Here

The Izerian Chainsaw Missa Sacra: Neighborhood Help

This Mountain Is Called Blacksmith Mountain (Kowalówka, Schmiedelsberg): "The smith is an alchemist, a transformer, that uses primary materials provided by the earth, works on them, manipulates them, imprints them with his energy. With help of the fire, of the anvil and the hammer, blacksmiths materialize their ideas in the shape of tools, weapons or any other type of objects. This capacity to transform the materials that the earth provides into tools for humanity is an alchemy. That is one of the causes why blacksmiths have always been considered as alchemists and mystics."

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"Now and again it is necessary to seclude yourself among deep mountains and hidden valleys to restore your link to the source of life. Breathe in and let yourself soar to the ends of the universe; breathe out and bring the cosmos back inside. Next, breathe up all the fecundity and vibrancy of the earth itself. Finally, blend the breath of heaven and the breath of earth with that of your own, becoming the Breath of Life itself" (Morihei Ueshiba, "The Art of Peace", trans. John Stevens)

Keep Calm & Keep Running (Ludwika)

Materia Prima Were a Powerful French Troupe I Saw at a Theater Festival in Warsaw in the Mid-1990s. I Was Reminded of Them Today when Manuring. At the Stage of Putrefaction, Everything Begets

Beware of triumph, the pitfall of fate / Our enemies' tributes mean nothing / One is the fire that burns at the stake / A double-edged sword held by the mercenary [Jacek Kaczmarski, "Kassandra"] Strzeżcie się tryumfu jest pułapką losu / I nic nie znaczą wrogów naszych hołdy / Jeden jest ogień którym płoną stosy / Miecz o dwóch ostrzach trzyma tępy żołdak

Someone Had Put a Spell on Me, But She Lifted It Back

One of the Earliest to Flower, Common Hazel in Male Catkins Now

Lena Sewing: Aikido Rat, Banking Knight & Spleen Pinky

The Cat, the House, the Sun, and the Watcher