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Hydrophane Opal - Ethiopia

Hydrophane Opal looses color and changes clarity when exposed to large amounts of water.

“They call us now, before they drop the bombs. The phone rings and someone who knows my first name calls and says in perfect Arabic “This is David.” And in my stupor of sonic booms and glass-shattering symphonies still smashing around in my head I think, Do I know any Davids in Gaza? They call us now to say Run. You have 58 seconds from the end of this message. Your house is next. They think of it as some kind of war-time courtesy. It doesn’t matter that there is nowhere to run to. It means nothing that the borders are closed and your papers are worthless and mark you only for a life sentence in this prison by the sea and the alleyways are narrow and there are more human lives packed one against the other more than any other place on earth Just run. We aren’t trying to kill you. It doesn’t matter that you can’t call us back to tell us the people we claim to want aren’t in your house that there’s no one here except you and your children who were cheering for Argentina sharing the last loaf of bread for this week counting candles left in case the power goes out. It doesn’t matter that you have children. You live in the wrong place and now is your chance to run to nowhere. It doesn’t matter that 58 seconds isn’t long enough to find your wedding album or your son’s favorite blanket or your daughter’s almost completed college application or your shoes or to gather everyone in the house. It doesn’t matter what you had planned. It doesn’t matter who you are. Prove you’re human. Prove you stand on two legs. Run.”

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Lena Khalaf Tuffaha, Running Orders                                            

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/143255/running-orders

Guido Crepax

Aspicilia filiformis

God I love that the description I found for this lichen as “creeping.” Creeping suggests movement–and considering how sloowwwly lichens grow, it might just be the slowest creep ever. A. filiformis grows in terete, filiform lobes in tangled mats on detritus, soil, and old grass mounds. The surface is brown, gray-green or olivaceous, turning black toward the forked lobe tips (described as looking like little snake tongues which is so precious). Apothecia are rare and small, with a flat or slightly sunken dark reddish-brown or black disc. So far, this creepy, snakey pal has only been found in shrub-steppe and grassland habitats in the western U.S. One of my favorite ecosystems! Unassuming but teaming with a wealth of highly adapted life forms! Like A. filiformis, who I have probably seen before and just assumed they were a dead tumbleweed or something. Oops, sorry pal. 

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Pieter Hugo (South African, b. 1976)

Untitled, San Francisco, from the series “Californian Wildflowers”, 2014

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It’s called fashion

Hannah Shakespeare at Ryan Lo, Spring 2016