Harv B. Mann

To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer; not to love is to suffer; to suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy, then, is to suffer, but suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be happy one must love or love to suffer or suffer from too much happiness.

The Great Egret at the PEAK of its breeding colors performs a courtship display that consists of showing off its nuptial plumage and a short dance. #birdphotography #wildlifephotography #CourtshipDisplay

They are back!! Warbler season has begun. Yellow-throated Warbler.

Time to seal-abrate — it's #SealDay! 🦭 Seals can be found in waters around the world, from the Arctic to Antarctica. Their flippers and streamlined bodies make them perfectly suited to spend most of their life in the waters they call home! Learn more: oceana.ly/4rGuZAS

“when I am safely in the tree / you put your hands together / in the shape of a bowl / or a magnolia” — Dalton Day (@lilghosthands) . . . This poem appeared in Flood-Letting by Dalton Day. Shared here with deep gratitude.

Magnolia lived alongside Dinosaurs! that factoid should be enough to WOW, but that fact they were originally pollinated by beetles because bees had not evolved is something to ponder for a lifetime. 💗

Me and the bad bitch i pulled by creating an elaborate geometric sand pattern

U know summer is approaching when all the birds r becoming yellow

A Sabbath Poem by Wendell Berry

Even while I write...

“being hopelessly uncertain / and helplessly hopeful” — Anna Kamieńska

For #WorldPoetryDay “To have come this far is no small achievement.” – C.P. Cavafy, “The First Step”, translated by Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard.

I overthink, therefore I overam.

Georgia O'Keeffe, Sunrise. 1916. Watercolor.

"And when thou art weary I'll find thee a bed Of mosses and flowers To pillow thy head." ~ John Keats Dream (1905) 🎨 Joan Brull i Vinyoles

i’m not a hedonist or an adrenaline junkie or anything but i do kinda get why they are like that whenever i see a new bird

I didn’t expect The Four Loves by C.S. Lewis to hit so hard..