When we tug at a single thing in nature, we find it attached to the rest of the world.
John Muir
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| ...blooming and fading... |
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| ...memory of a painting... |
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| ...transformation of food source... |
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| ...one precious final exhale as this moon accompanies the comet... |
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| ...allergy-provocation and sweet medicine, both... |
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| ...en route to recovery... |
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| ...earth, air, fire, water... |
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| ...new biolife, new construction... |
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| ...web of life, summed up... |
All blog photographs taken by Jennifer J. Wilhoit unless otherwise noted.
