Mourning Cloak drinking at the mud hole (leaking pipe)…
Western Swallowtail in the vetch (feral forage crop). 
Old one at the watering hole (irrigation leakage and trail flood.)
Things have come to the point that the wild ones appear to be surviving on our mistakes alone. Isn’t it time to give up on the idea of wildness?
Categories: Endangered species, Gaia, Grasslands, invasive species, Land, Nature Photography, Other People, Spirit, Water
Okanagan Okanogan 
I suppose we could give up the idea of wildness — although why would we want to? — but wildness would still be there. Even in the midst of cities you can find some, perhaps just waiting to take over should the inhabitants’ attention waver too long.
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Ah, isn’t the word for that ‘life’? 😉
best,
Harold
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the wildest may be humble ancients who thrive in thin shifting lines of disturbance… theirs is a placeless healing path… 🙂
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That’s very wise, thanks.
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