On Saturday I hung out with my 84-year-old ecologist great uncle and he stopped in mid-conversation (abt the return of the whooping crane) and very seriously told me that "you can go one of two ways, as a naturalist"; either you keep sight of the hopeful possibilities, or you don't. I'm one of nature's wretched little pessimists but when an old ecologist literally holds your hands in his and tells you, "don't despair," you have to try, I feel.

when trees do this it’s like sex to me it’s the trees having sex trust me okay

Final touches of my latest miniature painting🕯️

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PERSIMMONS AT THE WORKSITE HOHOHO

THANKS.

GIRLY JUST FOUND OUT ABOUT CYERCE ELEGANS

If Cyerce nigricans is a butterfly, then this is a fairy... Cyerce nigricans for comparison:

I love talking to kids about nature for their fresh perspective. My grade eight hike group found 2 frogs sitting very still and watched them for like, five minutes before one of the kids asked (baffled), "so what do frogs, like, do?"

Looking at this amphibian like "christ man, where is your job???"

obsessed with this genre of images

some sticker designs i made for a school event! yippey :-)

look who i've seen today!!

It takes time.

american kestrel

tell me your favorite bird of prey :-)