The kids of the now

It truly is a system of a downwith each passing year, the kids getting lessof the worldthat nourishes, heals, and sustains them.Kids getting less of the trillions of dollarsdown to penniesleft counted by their meager handsskeletal skins and hungry eyesthe world yonderleft with dust and smokelingering in the darkness, with leafless branchesshe walks, a girl

When there’s sorrow, there’s art

Anti tree killers

 

Tree leaves help create paradise

Tree leaves in a forest produce moisture, and that moisture accumulates into air and entices rain. This process is called “transpiration.” That’s how planting trees can replenish, de-desertify, and bring life into barren lands.

The Turning Point — from Steve Cutts — Babylon Burning Media Center

Steve Cutts ‘The Turning Point’ explores climate change, the destruction of the environment and species extinction from different perspective. Music by Wantaways Created in After Effects, Premiere Pro, Clip Studio Pro and Cinema 4D. Written, directed and animated by Steve Cutts instagram.com/steve_cutts_official facebook.com/SteveCuttsArt/ stevecutts.com Music by Wantaways: ► Stream song on Spotify: open.spotify.com/track/6Or84r7sBRNO4WBep52I4k?si=8NS9h4jUQ3SeZzUZJ7_3QQ ; ►

Formidable goose flying south

Simply logic, from the soul

 

Nature

Things that you’re used to, things that you couldn’t live without reassess think again do you really need them?

Powerful <3

Ferngully, the last rainforest

Dreams of being other species; shattered

Throughout my life, I’ve romanticized the animal world; I wished I were a bird so that I could fly and go wherever I wanted I wished I were an ant and thrived in a social and purposeful society I wished I were a pet cat and slept comfortably wherever and whenever I wanted while the

Viva la vida

Menaka

John Muir quotes

One of the best ways to see tree flowers is to climb one of the tallest trees and to get into close tingling touch with them, and then look broad Between every two pines is a doorway to a new world The mountains are calling and I must go As long as I live, I’ll

Too far off road, uneasy sounds of an industrial site

  2018/07

Furs, feathers, skins, and bullfrogs

I miss the woolly mammoths They look so majestic in the waning sunlight How do little mammals survive arctic winters? I wanna distribute shelters to all of them Poor shivering babies They’re all so amazing and it’s wondrous to Acknowledge that they live and accompany us In this world; so diverse From deserts to forests

Street dogs and humans

Amid a pack of male dogs who gather around a female and have a hormonal frenzy, there’s also a street dog who walks besides a human that he claimed, or that claimed him, vice versa. They sit on the stairs to the closed store at night outside, and when the human figures that it’s time

Harsh realities of losing hope

Worn out and walking around Trying to open my eyes. All around, there’s the blind leading the blind and chickens with their heads cut off; whatever you want to call them. I’m caught in a slew of nothingness, or just too many things happening all at once. There’s no fine balance, but a brutal divide.

Green slice of heaven

Maybe when I’m bedridden one day I’ll remember the days when I could move and do whatever I wanted to do; go out in nature, be active, ride my bicycle through the off roads. Lay in the fields, be as naked as I could be Let the air kiss and lick my salty skin; so

Watching nature, this is what I live for

Slug along

Squeamish, excited, appreciative that they’re here.      

Laugh ’till you’re dead

What a shitty century I’m living in. Clasped under pillars and pillars of concrete or suffocating over acres and acres of pesticide plagued green lawns. Boys in fast cars make their engines very loud, and when they push that pedal down, they rattle everything in town. I walk down the “preserved marshland” that solely exists

Warning–Graphic picture. I’m sorry.

I’m so sorry my dearest… who ever’s done this to you. I hate the world on days like this.

Tree hugger for lifetimes

Tree kisser for lifetimes

My man, forest

I became a real vegetarian six years ago. The thought of someone suffering overpowers the taste. Little by little I’m noticing that I don’t need much at all. Clutter binds me; I want to detach myself from things that I don’t use. I don’t care to put on too much makeup, I don’t care too