On the left, a healthy, wild(ish) hedgerow, around 10 - 15 years old, western Virginia, May.
On right, a similar but freshly demolished hedgerow of about the same age, western Virginia, May. #conservation#hedgerow#birds#habitat#backyardwildlife
My latest drawing about habitat. I-phone photos rendered in graphite on Arches 30x40. Text is my paranoic, environmentalist, naturalist view. When you know a lot, nothing is just beautiful anymore. It’s all sad.
We will spend the rest of our lives watching everything we know and love fall apart. And we are the lucky ones. Hard to stay positive on days like this. https://t.co/3m6dVLlrQF
This is the most difficult thing. Balancing the immense joys of family life w the impending doom of ecological collapse. I do it but I couldn’t say exactly how I’m doing it.
People are dunking on these absurdist demonstrations but I think they're kinda cool. The point they're making is that your most priceless shit is worthless on a dead planet, and while they're not going to change any minds it's a way to get that idea into the discourse.
I don't know, man. The response to the soup/Van Gogh incident kinda proves the activists' point.
People had an immediate emotional reaction to the desecration of art, but we let the daily desecration of our planet slide.
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Global wild vertebrate populations have fallen by 69% since 1970 according to latest report. We have lived through the annihilation of life on our planet and yet most of us have hardly noticed. We need fundamental change before the remainder is lost.
You realise that when the introverted social media people like me start having to tweet from their own personal accounts to tell the truth about climate collapse, the end is nigh