David Karlsen

The pygmy long-fingered possum uses its specialized ears and long digits to hunt for grubs in rotting wood. (Carlos Bocos / T.F. Flannery et al., Records of the Australian Museum, 2026)

Scientists Thought These Marsupials Went Extinct 6,000 Years Ago. They are rare examples of "Lazarus species

Oh Lynda, how wonderful to learn this; this example of the Lazarus Taxonomy touches my heart, gives me hope, brings a tear to my eye; among all the mayhem of the present time and our dangerous actions the pygmy long-fingered possum returns after being thought extinct for 6,000 years!

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Well, my "unofficial name" for it Curly; but feel free to use it. 🤣🤔

The Community

stayed together
protected
each other ferociously
using their hard
carapaces
nothing could penetrate
all members clung
to the community
against danger
they clung inclusively
it was love
their sense of survival
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We've finally caught up with each other time-wise Jan 🤣 Happy Friday! Yes, forsythia does add lovely colour to early spring. We've two bushes of it. In my childhood I always remember my Mum having a splendid, large bush of forsythia just outside the front door. My aunt (who lived close) had fuschia.

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He's a madman, Curly: he's enjoying all this!

That's called "aesthetic particularity", I do it with paintings, sometimes photographs.🤔

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Lots of people come here. I wouldn't want to live anywhere else. It's very peaceful. 🕊️☮️🫂🌈🌹

And thank you too Regina my good friend. X🐾 💜😽🤗🌹

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Absolutely he is Audrey!

He's a man interested only in himself; in fact he's absolutely delusional!

Beautifu!l

Thank you again Regina my friend. They're all my photographs. Yes, it's a beautiful place to live; we try not to take it for granted. We've dolphins and seals etc.

Hunter

a raven glides between
two cliffs
to find a narrow zawn
light shining into darkness

a window any moon could
view through
reflected off sea glow
there bats hang
sleeping upside down

their high pitched squeals
faint above sea-roar
live their lives
in corridors of darkness
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Happy Thursday dear Jan, have a lovely day. Beautiful yellow forsythia photograph! 🌿💛☺️☕

Thank you Angela, will do. You and dear Bonnie too. X🐾💜

Thank you Regina my friend. It's close to home. 📚🤗🌊😽🌹🍰☕

How the waves come licking shorelines. And, in March terrify the warm water swimmer; we of the warm blood and warm lovers. It had begun with Kazu's tears, living at the white house, then marriage to Anais. Finally the inclusion of Laura in their lives; a proportionate happiness. Flavia loved Anais

Thank you Luis my friend. 🙂

This is where I live mia kara amiko. 🌿❤️

Three elongated young women stand close together in a shallow, misted field of lavender, rose, silver, and blue. The central woman faces forward, nearly frontal and still, with a softly glowing oval face, dark small lips, and long cloudlike hair that widens around her head like a halo. Her pale gown falls in a narrow column, marked by stylized floral motifs and strings of blue teardrop shapes. On the left, a woman in profile bends inward in a sweeping mantle of cobalt and lilac, patterned like with repeated fans or petals. On the right, another profile woman leans toward the center in a rose-pink robe alive with looping white and crimson patterns. Across the surface float clustered roses, lotus blossoms, dotted veils, and shimmering droplets. A white lily rises near the center, delicate and upright, as if carrying the fragrance named in the title. Scottish artist Margaret Macdonald Mackintosh makes scent visible here. Rather than painting perfume bottles or an interior scene of adornment, she turns fragrance into atmosphere, rhythm, and symbol. The three women seem less like individuals than personifications, joined in a quiet ceremony of beauty, intimacy, and imagination. The white lily suggests purity and spiritual offering, while the blue and pink droplets feel like falling notes, tears, or suspended perfume in the air. The work belongs to the mature phase of Macdonald’s career, when her ethereal figures, flattened space, and ornamental line had become central to the Glasgow Style. By 1912, she was already internationally known through exhibitions and through the collaborative artistic world she shaped with Charles Rennie Mackintosh, yet her own vision remained distinct: mystical, feminine, and psychologically inward. This painting’s power lies in its hush. It asks us not simply to look, but to slowly, almost bodily sense how beauty, like perfumes, can be fleeting, invisible, and deeply shared.

The Three Perfumes by Margaret Macdonald Mackintosh (Scottish) - Watercolor & pencil on vellum / 1912 - Cranbrook Art Museum (Bloomfield Hills, Michigan) #WomenInArt #WomensArt #WomanArtist #WomenArtists #MargaretMacdonaldMackintosh #MargaretMacdonald #CranbrookArtMuseum #artText #art #GlasgowStyle

Happy Thursday dear Bonnie and Angela. X🐾💜

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