nature

"Green" by Virginia Woolf, and me

"Blue & Green" - Virginia Woolf (1882–1941). Monday or Tuesday. 1921.

Photos: Mine. From Honduras, my first encounter with Eden. 2014.

"THE PORTED fingers of glass hang downwards.

The light slides down the glass, and drops a pool of green.

All day long the ten fingers of the lustre drop green upon the marble.

The feathers of parakeets—their harsh cries—sharp blades of palm trees—green, too; green needles glittering in the sun.

But the hard glass drips on to the marble; the pools hover above the dessert sand; the camels lurch through them; the pools settle on the marble; rushes edge them; weeds clog them; here and there a white blossom; the frog flops over; at night the stars are set there unbroken.

Evening comes, and the shadow sweeps the green over the mantelpiece; the ruffled surface of ocean.

No ships come; the aimless waves sway beneath the empty sky.

It’s night; the needles drip blots of blue.

The green’s out."

Blue

Jungle Sounds: Live Life from the Frontlines of Earth

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I record a lot of audio.  In general but especially when it's dawn or dusk and the only sights and sounds for miles are jungle. Figured I'd share the sound-love. Here's, Hawaii. Morning, and night. (As you'll notice, night was much louder. Those are Coqui frogs.)

Recommended listening for a.m. routines, meditation or if you find yourself in a mall or something.

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