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Uncertainty Giclee Print // Mjamesporter  

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Xing Lei 

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the coming of light by Mark Strand

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Hieronymus Bosch

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Charles Frederick Tunnicliffe (British, 1901-1979). When Birds Do Sing. Watercolour and pencil on paper.

Bonhams

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Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen

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“Bees blew like cake-crumbs through the golden air, white butterflies like sugared wafers…”

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Cider with Rosie by Laurie Lee

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But these belong to us who cannot fall out of this world but only deeper into it, driving it into the white of our eyes. Muddy daylight, we utter it, we drown in it.

Jorie Graham, from Erosion: “My Garden, My Daylight”

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phyllis riding aristotle

bas-de-page drawing from the macclesfield psalter. east anglia, c. 1330-40

source: Cambridge, Fitzwilliam Museum, MS 1-2005, fol. 233v

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the transformation of daphne

miniature from a copy of ovid's metamorphoses (middle french translation by clément marot). france, after 1531

source: Oxford, Bodleian Library, MS. Douce 117, fol. 28v

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Planet Earth will enter a new era of its history, cheerfully called by some the Anthropocene, a time for and all about our one species alone. I prefer to call it the Eremocene, the Age of Loneliness.

E.O. Wilson