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ferns, july 2025

metro atlanta, georgia, us

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Who's this in the sidewalk crack?

why, it's Bryum argenteum!

This is one of the most common species of moss, with a cosmopolitan distribution. Meaning it occurs globally, in this case including Antarctica! You'll find this species most frequently in sidewalk cracks and around the places humans have built things.

Its highly recognizable with its frequent bluish (or blue-green) colouration!

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Sedum acre — goldmoss stonecrop a.k.a. biting stonecrop

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moss, coming to a city near you

go outside there is moss near you.

find it

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(click for good quality)

Encalypta sp. (?)

Hanging out on a cliff

June 2025 , AB, Canada

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Grimmia sp.

On a gravestone!

Graveyards, especially old graveyards, are one of the best locations to look for bryophytes and lichens. The lack of major soil disturbance combined with a yard full of different types of rock leads to some surprising diversity!

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He post a bug see

bug

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oh to be a cat being peaceful in a garden

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remember me love, when i'm reborn

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lily of the valley

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"what would be better," i ask the pond, "to be the sun of all eyes, or the shadow of the trees?"

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the sexual tension between me and starting a new life as someone else

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the feminine urge to release a gut-wrenching scream from the depths of your soul

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i wish my heart was not made of flesh

it has already begun to decompose

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except that it hurts more than I thought it would, and yet I feel nothing at all

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I wish to be a bug, a small little beetle, and only think about the ground and the sky

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scaled bat wings

something is wrong with me, i've never wanted to breathe so bad, to open my chest and snap my hardened ribs, and let moss consume the hollow expanse and maybe something else can breathe for me.

why does it feel so safe in a cage, built for nobody except a fool running from bravery?

when butterflies turn into bats I stare on in envy because even a bat could fit through the bars and fly home.

my fragile scaled wings won't harden into leather, and my hands keep holding on to nothing.

the air behind my eyes is cold, there's nothing left.

let me be a gentle ghost with no more walls in my way.

i'll glue my ribs back together, and keep one piece in my pocket for good luck and maybe, one day i'll finally carve that fragmented piece of bone into a dagger and cut through this endless veil woven by my mind.

for now, i pace around my cage and watch the butterflies and bats merge into one, beautiful and untouchable.

i wish it were me.