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You were never a writer. You had to become a writer each time you sat down to the machine. What was hard sometimes was finding the chair and sitting in it. Sometimes you couldn’t sit in it. Like everybody else in the world, for you, things got in the way: small troubles, big troubles, continuous slammings and bangings. You had to be in condition to endure what was trying to kill you.

–Charles Bukowski

“Cool Schools.” More random naturalisms from inhuman realms.
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Great Grey Owl

Nothing could cast a more eerie spell over a forest of lodgepole than the silent swoop of “the largest owl by total length”, the Great Grey. When I saw this one, I was hobbling around on sore knees after a long ass-kicking of a day, and I was carrying the Great Grey Owl of the mushroom world– a Shaggy Mane– in one hand to fry up for breakfast. We stared at one another for a while, and then it turned its head around 180 degrees.

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Snow Fleas

Best seen in spring snow, the snow flea (a type of spring tail) resists freezing solid with a protein unlike any found anywhere else. Apparently, it might have a role in making better ice cream someday. I enjoy how much this photograph looks like paramecium covering a lab culture.

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Microburst

The crew has been in the habit of calling these events microbursts, which may or may not be correct. The general idea is that a cascade of rain-cooled air suddenly drops out of the gut of a thunderstorm– I’m not sure how to rule out that maybe this was just a hard wind. Regardless, the evidence pops up in random places around our forests, primarily in the Spanish Peaks, and this one is about 10 years old. It required weeks of hard work cutting out hundreds of trees.

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Mosquito

This is what a mosquito looks like after spending a night in my tent with me. No matter how hard I try to not let them in with me, and then, try to get them out when they do anyway, somehow a couple always slip through my fingers. Then I find them like this in the morning– too drunk to fly.

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Dog-pelt lichen

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Gneissic banding

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Forest primeval

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Goldenrod Crab Spider (with fly)

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It would be natural to suppose that after escaping all the danger attendant for upon nearly nine years residence in a wild inhospitable region like the Rocky Mountains where I was daily and a great part of the time hourly anticipating danger from hostile Savages and other sources, I should on arriving in a civilized and enlightened community live in comparative security free from the harassing intrigues of Dames Fortunes Eldest daughter but I found it was all a delusion for danger is not always the greatest when most apparent…

–Osbourne Russell

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“How does one know these things one knows? I only know that there has always been a power in me which sometimes knows what I do not know… It is the little truth which does not matter. It is the big truth that fills me.”

–from Frank Waters, The Man Who Killed The Deer