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Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Chris Jordon photos of albatross chick remains

Midway
Message from the Gyre

These photographs of albatross chicks were made in September, 2009, on Midway Atoll, a tiny stretch of sand and coral near the middle of the North Pacific. The nesting babies are fed bellies-full of plastic by their parents, who soar out over the vast polluted ocean collecting what looks to them like food to bring back to their young. On this diet of human trash, every year tens of thousands of albatross chicks die on Midway from starvation, toxicity, and choking.

To document this phenomenon as faithfully as possible, not a single piece of plastic in any of these photographs was moved, placed, manipulated, arranged, or altered in any way. These images depict the actual stomach contents of baby birds in one of the world's most remote marine sanctuaries, more than 2000 miles from the nearest continent.

~cj, Seattle, October 2009

Happy Easter! 10,000 sheep for you!

 Watch how over 10,000 sheep were drawn by online users! http://www.thesheepmarket.com/  Pick one and watch the process!

works of Cal Lane

 Just buy me a blowtorch, shovels and garden carts!

Cal Lane

Artwork Made with Sharpies

http://www.womansday.com/Articles/Family-Lifestyle/Awesome-Artwork-Made-with-Sharpies.html

Alone

http://www.photosight.ru/photo/alone/3480058/

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

I have stuff in that there book! Poetry, non-fiction and artwork

http://iusbcreativewriting.wordpress.com/2010/03/19/iusb-literary-journal-2010-analecta-cover/

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

WINTER STARS by Sara Teasdale

I went out at night alone;
 The young blood flowing beyond the sea
Seemed to have drenched my spirit’s wings—
 I bore my sorrow heavily.

But when I lifted up my head
 From shadows shaken on the snow,
I saw Orion in the east
 Burn steadily as long ago.

From windows in my father’s house,
 Dreaming my dreams on winter nights,
I watched Orion as a girl
 Above another city’s lights.

Years go, dreams go, and youth goes too,
 The world’s heart breaks beneath its wars,
All things are changed, save in the east
 The faithful beauty of the stars.