Yesterday, I started collecting questions I would ask of an ideal group of scientists and natural philosophers at an ideal university that merged art, science, philosophy and ethics into a unified field […]
Yesterday, I started collecting questions I would ask of an ideal group of scientists and natural philosophers at an ideal university that merged art, science, philosophy and ethics into a unified field […]
Here’s some mullein blooming against a backdrop of grasses gone to seed. The seeds represent four months of light transformed into starches and stored in the seeds of the grass, which show up […]
Why yellow pollen? Green Sweat Bee in the Chicory On Her Way Home Why white pollen? Wasp Bathing in White Chicory Pollen No Yellow Pollen Cheating in the Mullein for Her I […]
Well over two hundred years ago, unified traditions of Western thought were recreated as philosophy (including science and mathematics), art (including literature, music, theatre and dance), and religion (including spirituality of all […]
Scotch thistle is listed as a noxious weed. To whom? Not to Western Swallowtails tattered by the wind. Not to green sweat bees. Not to bumblebees and Western Swallowtails at once. Maybe […]
This robin’s first brood were two such big louts that I think they burst their nest. Certainly, they fell to the ground, where she fed them for a week until they were […]
Ah, the lure of home ownership! You’re just hanging around in the knapweed, let’s say, which tastes like a mixture of road tar and BAAHHH, and thinking, ah, a bit of leafy […]
It’s obvious: I need a technical staff. Not, perhaps, this guy … This is what Scientific American circa January 1890 says about him: “The accompanying fancy sketch from the N.W. Mechanic presents […]
At the heart of our language, things are what they are. Whatever that is, it’s pretty clear. For instance, this is antness. Young Queen Ant on Her Flight Day … … embodying […]
This grassland creature is full of powerful medicine. Until someone corrects me, I’m just going to call it medicine fly. Ignorance, perhaps, is bliss. I’ve noticed her sisters on the hill for […]