In Western culture alone, they carry “a vast network of associations including such distinct and even contradictory significances as childhood, crop, doom, elves, fear, habitat change, idyll, love, luck, mortality, prostitution, solstice, stars and fleetingness of words and cognition,” wrote Stefan Ineichen, a firefly researcher in Switzerland, in a 2016 paper published in Advances in Zoology and Botany.
Short documentary Brilliant Darkness: Hotaru in the Night
“Quechua speakers in the Andes call fireflies añañahui, or “ghost eyes.”…
I just call them a beautiful wonder in the night…
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The way of transcending the world
Exists in passing the world right through.
It is not necessarily in severing ties
With others and fleeing the world altogether.
The means of understanding one’s mind
Exist in using the mind completely.
It is not necessarily in cutting off from desires
And turning the mind to ashes.
– Hung Ying-ming
If one purifies the ground of one’s own mind
and beholds one’s own nature,
There remains no Pure Land for which to hope,
No hell to fear,
No passions to overcome,
No duality of good and evil.
One is free from the cycle of rebirths.
One will be born in every life as one’s mind wishes.
A drum, a banjo, a nice rug and table, Hudson’s Bay trade blanket, ash-woven pack basket and kerosene lanterns, Filson waxed hat…. THIS is old-school camping at its very best!
It’s what I love about canoe camping… you can take along a lot of luxuries. The funny part is I have the same hat, the same [but really, really old] blanket, a banjo, the same table and a close approximation of the rug!]
My man on the Tumblr, Puzzld calls this “Sniffing Dry Erase Markers in the Mountains”.
Magnificent British Oak out on the Norfolk Broads in NE England.
You can see exactly why so many British oaks were cut down for use by the Navy in the 14th through the 19th centuries. Each fork in the branches would, in varying sizes, yield what was called a “knee”. These were the naturally shaped, angled reinforcements used as bracing in wooden ship construction. The massive trunks gave the frames and planking. Smaller branches became the pegs to hold it all together.
Great photo from ForresterBushcraft on the Tumblr
No idea how Photoshopped this is, but it is mighty nice.
As one of those fools who grew up in the NC mountains back in the late 1960s, and spent the majority of their time in that somewhat “altered” state that was so prevalent then, I can tell you full well that this is not actually called Table Rock.
It is “HippopotaMooseses Ass”.
[HippopotaMoose was a native american who was always dropping his glasses in the water]