Aah! It's Finally Here!

"wir spielen beide dieses Spiel, du mein und ich dein." arghhh.

Küss mich, so absichtsvoll ergeben, wir spielen beide dieses Spiel, du mein und ich dein.

So sind wir für einen Tag und eine Nacht einander: Dämmerung und Schlaf und süßes Sterben.

Kälte

Das kalte Mondlicht Wärmt ein Einsames Herz.

Hände fassen Einen Becher Tee und Hitze wandert hinauf.

Erfolglos

Das Mondlicht Wärmt noch immer. Der Tee erkaltet.

Langsam.

Artificial Anatomy 2

Project by Paul Hollingworth explores shape and contour using a lightstrip - these are not 3D renders but a series of photographic captures:

Artificial Anatomy is an ongoing personal project intended to explore our understanding and perception of surface, texture and volume. Part 2 uses flashing electroluminescent wire to illuminate sections of a human head and skull. The resulting imagery depicts partially defined forms composed of linear shapes of varying complexity. 

More Here

Gene That Helps Regulate Sleep Identified

Caltech biologists have performed the first large-scale screening in a vertebrate animal for genes that regulate sleep, and have identified a gene that when overactivated causes severe insomnia. Expression of the gene, neuromedin U (Nmu), also seems to serve as nature’s stimulant–fish lacking the gene take longer to wake up in the morning and are less active during the day.

The research is in Neuron. (full access paywall)

Storm clouds from above at #sunset.

February 27, 2016.

Credit: NASA Astronaut Tim Kopra’s Twitter Account

Baby Goat | Shelby Young

walking the woods #236 *29 december 2015

Unrequited Love

You come and go on your own schedule, Forsaking me, And I am forlorn and scorched. Those allowed into your life Are unworthy, Those who claim to love you and yet Trample upon your being, Those who gloat and shout their pride To their competitors who are crimson with Fury and envy. In your beautiful anger, you return to me And tug upon my world with your faint And dainty grip, but each time, It is with half of yourself hidden away. I am at a complex misunderstanding as to why You blanket yourself in a shroud, But I implore you to realize that It is I who loves your many birthmarks. You were born of us and this place in a Moment wholly primordial, so why must This endeavor of our love be a battle Of mystery? You bathe me in your pale glow, And I feel that I can reach the clouds When you are near.