I traveled for one month around California and I swear I saw the most breathtaking landscapes. It was a great experience to explorer new places, to try the local food and to meet new people. I got lucky enough to grab a few stills and I’m still working on a video.
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@2 months ago with 62 notesThinking is a scary thing one can do.
Sometimes I think. Over-think to be correct. I think about the past, the future, memories, people close to me, many things that will never leave me.
But thinking in such a way is dangerous because as my mind wanders to things I can’t control, I begin to lose myself, forget who I am, and feel ambivalent to the things I want for myself.
The best advice I can give myself is to accept how things are and go from there. I can’t force anything and thinking about what could have been and my mistakes only gets in the way of focusing on the now. Let fate do its duty and whatever happens, happens.
big jet plane - angus & julia stone
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The Loneliest Whale in the World.In 2004, The New York Times wrote an article about the loneliest whale in the world. Scientists have been tracking her since 1992 and they discovered the problem:
She isn’t like any other baleen whale. Unlike all other whales, she doesn’t have friends. She doesn’t have a family. She doesn’t belong to any tribe, pack or gang. She doesn’t have a lover. She never had one. Her songs come in groups of two to six calls, lasting for five to six seconds each. But her voice is unlike any other baleen whale. It is unique—while the rest of her kind communicate between 12 and 25hz, she sings at 52hz. You see, that’s precisely the problem. No other whales can hear her. Every one of her desperate calls to communicate remains unanswered. Each cry ignored. And, with every lonely song, she becomes sadder and more frustrated, her notes going deeper in despair as the years go by.
Just imagine that massive mammal, floating alone and singing—too big to connect with any of the beings it passes, feeling paradoxically small in the vast stretches of empty, open ocean.
“A cryptozoologist has suggested that the 52-Hertz whale could even be lonelier than we realize, a hybrid between two different species of whale, or the last survivor of an unidentified species, plying the oceans in a doomed search for another of its kind, singing its broken song.”
I actually cried.
Whales on a Saturday night. Yes, it has come to this.
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