i miss these days of living in the caravan so very much. waking up with the sun and a lil blonde faerie shouting from the outside “cece!!!!” every single day… i’d bring her inside and snuggle with her, laughing until we were out of breath. washing my face with the rain water and brushing my teeth with natural toothpaste, burying my dirty feet so deep into the ground that i could feel the heart pulse of mother nature, washing my bare body next to the vegetable beds with spring water, eating fruit all day long and hugging everybody every single day, as we woke, as we went to do something, as we went to sleep. every single time. we’d hug and tell one another how much we loved each other. washing our clothes with soapnuts in the sunshine. creating all things with our own bare hands. covering our faces and bodies in clay and laughing with each other. rolling in the sun. reading. singing. playing. learning so much. at night we’d gather and just contemplate the stars… my goodness. were the stars beautiful there. there would be shooting stars every five minutes. but we would never wish for anything because we had all we wanted and ever dreamed of. and occasionally there would be faeries fluttering their wings around us, and never once did we see them. a magical place it was. i miss them. i miss all of them. i love all of them with all of my heart. but they say that life is what happens when you’re busy making plans… and who are we to deny the unfolding of the road that we’re meant to walk upon. all of this painful separation is giving birth to healing all around, the most beautiful of transformations and the beginning of wonderful travelling adventures. i am grateful for everything. i’m working on self-forgiveness every single day and i know i will soon get there. everything will be alright. life is only about to start and i couldn’t be happier :) xxxx
Sir David Attenborough demonstrates the accuracy of the Mozambique Spitting Cobra’s venom streams by wearing a chemically treated visor that makes the venom turn purple on contact.
From Life in Cold Blood
DAVID ATTENBOROUGH IS MORE HARDCORE THAN ANY DOCUMENTARIAN CAN POSSIBLY IMAGINE.
DID CARL SAGAN DO ANYTHING LIKE THIS SHIT? I THOUGHT NOT. BILL NYE? FUCK NO.
BEAR GRILLES IS A PIECE OF SHIT COMPARED TO THIS CARAMEL-VOICED ENGLISH BASTARD.
SIR ATTENBOROUGH IS A BILLION YEARS OLD AND HE WILL NOT STOP. HE IS THE TERMINATOR OF NATURE DOCUMENTARIES. HE’S CLIMBED TO THE TOP OF THE HIGHEST JUNGLE TREE TO LOOK AT LILIES. HE’S SOARED IN THE SKY IN A GLIDER WITH VULTURES. HE CROSSED THE PACIFIC TO SEE WHALES. HE’S EVEN BEEN TO THE BOTTOM OF THE GODDAMN OCEAN TO TALK ABOUT THE SPOOKY-ASS SHIT THAT LIVES DOWN THERE. KILIMANJARO? BEEN THERE. NORTH POLE? BEEN THERE. SAHARA DESERT? BEEN THERE MULTIPLE TIMES. FUCKING VOLCANOES? BEEN AND DONE. FUCKING AUSTRALIA? ENTIRE SHOWS THERE. HE WILL NOT STOP. HE WILL NEVER STOP. NOT UNTIL HIS SMOOTH-ASS FATHERLY VOICE AS TAUGHT US ALL ABOUT ALL THE NATURE FOREVER.
WELL WHAT THE HELL WAS CARL SAGAN SUPPOSED TO DO? RIDE OFF INTO A FUCKING BLACK HOLE?
God bless Sir David Attenborough.
Los Angeles-based photographer Dan Marker-Moore captures long periods of time through creative time slice photography.