▼▼▼Analog Photography▼▼▼
My name is Maria, I’m from Iceland and I take photos.
I post nature, models, general photos from Iceland and travels around the world.
Please go check my blog out at Mariag.tk!
Nevermind space exploration, let’s figure out exactly what’s in our water.
If you haven’t gotten a hint by now, I love museums. Ironically, I recently had my very first visit to the California Science Center, nestled the heart of my beloved city. Right next door to the Natural History Museum, The California African American Museum and The Coliseum. You can spend an entire day getting your learn on.
The water life really intrigued me. So many interesting and diverse creatures are swimming around in the water that makes up roughly 70% of our planet. And to think, we’ve only explored about 5% of that water. Pretty hard to wrap your head around. Judging by the amount of scary sea animals that I saw at the Science Center alone, we oughta be a little more considerate of the other 95% of sea life that has yet to show itself. Frankly, the ocean scares the hell out of me. I don’t swim in water that I can’t see through. But my goodness, it is full of amazing animals.
☽ ☯ Pastel Goth/Pale/Grunge Blog ☯ ☾
glow jelly fish!
Steven Universe
i5x:
Jellyfish
Posted by i5x
Diving into the Wreck
First having read the book of myths,
and loaded the camera,
and checked the edge of the knife-blade,
I put on
the body-armor of black rubber
the absurd flippers
the grave and awkward mask.
I am having to do this
not like Cousteau with his
assiduous team
aboard the sun-flooded schooner
but here alone.
There is a ladder.
The ladder is always there
hanging innocently
close to the side of the schooner.
We know what it is for,
we who have used it.
Otherwise
it is a piece of maritime floss
some sundry equipment.
I go down.
Rung after rung and still
the oxygen immerses me
the blue light
the clear atoms
of our human air.
I go down.
My flippers cripple me,
I crawl like an insect down the ladder
and there is no one
to tell me when the ocean
will begin.
First the air is blue and then
it is bluer and then green and then
black I am blacking out and yet
my mask is powerful
it pumps my blood with power
the sea is another story
the sea is not a question of power
I have to learn alone
to turn my body without force
in the deep element.
And now: it is easy to forget
what I came for
among so many who have always
lived here
swaying their crenellated fans
between the reefs
and besides
you breathe differently down here.
I came to explore the wreck.
The words are purposes.
The words are maps.
I came to see the damage that was done
and the treasures that prevail.
I stroke the beam of my lamp
slowly along the flank
of something more permanent
than fish or weed
the thing I came for:
the wreck and not the story of the wreck
the thing itself and not the myth
the drowned face always staring
toward the sun
the evidence of damage
worn by salt and sway into this threadbare beauty
the ribs of the disaster
curving their assertion
among the tentative haunters.
This is the place.
And I am here, the mermaid whose dark hair
streams black, the merman in his armored body.
We circle silently
about the wreck
we dive into the hold.
I am she: I am he
whose drowned face sleeps with open eyes
whose breasts still bear the stress
whose silver, copper, vermeil cargo lies
obscurely inside barrels
half-wedged and left to rot
we are the half-destroyed instruments
that once held to a course
the water-eaten log
the fouled compass
We are, I am, you are
by cowardice or courage
the one who find our way
back to this scene
carrying a knife, a camera
a book of myths
in which
our names do not appear.
Adrienne Rich