For years the artist has been collaborating with the tiny insects, providing them small aquariums of gold, turquoise and pearls that the the larvae readily use to construct their temporary homes. Regardless of how creepy crawly you might find the insects, it’s impossible to deny the strange beauty of the final product, tiny gold sculptures held together with silk. Encountering them void of any context, one would assume they were constructed by a jeweler.
The historic, “Indian Head Nickel” once appeared on a 1970’s protest poster that read, “…The only Indian America ever cared about”.
The true story of the subject of the coin includes the account of the sad fate of, “Black Diamond”, the majestic bison that served as the model on the nickle’s reverse face. Black Diamond [nicknamed, “Toby”] was called The, “contrariest” animal in a New York City zoo where he was kept, hailed as the largest of his kind who in his prime weighed more than 1,500 pounds. After the Buffalo Nickel went into circulation, Black Diamond became something of a celebrity, with many people coming to the zoo just to see the buffalo from the coin. Amazingly, after an unsuccessful public auction, the Central Park Zoo sold Black Diamond to A. Silz, Inc., a meat-packing company.
Despite many efforts to save him, Black Diamond was slaughtered. A taxidermist mounted his head and turned his hide into an automobile robe. The A. Silz company began selling steaks to restaurants under the “Black Diamond” brand. ~ November 17, 1915.
New York Times article excerpt ~
“The mighty bison Black Diamond bravely stood his ground in the Joseph Stern & Co. slaughterhouse on West 40th Street in New York City, staring at the man aiming the .38-caliber revolver at him. When the man pulled the trigger, the weapon kicked in his hand as the bullet hit Black Diamond’s head, but didn’t penetrate his four-inch-thick skull, which was covered with a hide two inches thick. Instead, the bullet dropped to the ground, flattened, amazing onlookers [400 people were reported to be in attendance] , Black Diamond, angry and sensing danger, lowered his head to charge his assailant, but a second assassin was waiting, this one holding a sledgehammer. When the bison, nicknamed Toby, lowered his head, that man gave a mighty swing and the sledgehammer made a sickening thud as it crushed Black Diamond’s skull…”
You have a garden? You need bees You like to eat FOOD? You need bees. You like beautiful sweet honey? You need bees. You like wild flowers stop’n soil erosion. You need bees. You want the world as we know it to survive? You need bees.
In the industrial ‘development’ I work in, they spray toxins on the grass and bushes quite often. I find bees all the time walking circles and I know they are neurologically damaged and will die.
The poisoning of this planet MUST STOP.
Note from a bee lover:
Just this year, not a single bee – and we used to be swarming with them every year. Planting will not help dead bees. Have to prevent all the ways they are being killed, which may include, uh, ‘geoengineering’ the sky.
Horseshoe crab blood is key to making a COVID-19 vaccine—but the ecosystem may suffer.
Every year, pharmaceutical companies round up half a million Atlantic horseshoe crabs, bleed them, and return them to the ocean— after which many will die. This practice, combined with overharvesting of the crabs for fishing bait, has caused a decline in the species in the region in the past few decades.
NO!!!!!!! Dammit! Human life is valued but not over and above all other life. Stop practicing destruction.
Terrorists of the planet …
Harming an abundance of life …
In the name of Health and Safety.
Choke on your manipulation agenda you evil ones, pretending to be like us … Human caretakers of this world.
Driving along in the early afternoon of the day I noticed a home which had the front window filled with hearts. I decided right away I needed to do that. I wrote messages on my side of the heart, intentions for what I want more of, and what I’m inspired by. I filled the entire window.
As I was behind the furniture applying the hearts to the window, I tripped and lost my balance falling into my eagle statue, tipping it and breaking the wing.
I googled how to repair a cement statue and found epoxy is needed, so I just ordered some. Yet in the mien time, from where I sit on my couch, the eagle stares at me.
I ask it, “What, Freedom? I’ve got epoxy on order …”
Walking in the park I saw so many baby squirrels! They are used to people, the park is also a golf course and they have a larger green space with trees to dwell.
This little guy had a mouth full of straw-like substance. I almost walked right into him! I went around and he scurried to his tree. The pic is blurry, but they are so small and cute! Just slightly larger than chipmunks at this stage.
This one is bigger.
The paths were very nice. The wood chips make a nice springy run spot for those who do that. Help absorb the shock of the legs hitting turf.
A beautiful day to consider the ‘nice’ ways I can treat myself. I’m not even sure I really know how anymore.
One thing I DO know, is a scented bath is always relaxing … and so I will have one.
Blessings. May your evening be pleasant and your dreams peaceful.