Very cool discoveries in nature by Baadaal Hillboy Explores. Some of you know I love mushrooms.
Known as thunthu in our local language, Morchella is a species of fungus which grow during the start of the spring season in some high altitude areas.
Morchella has a honeycomb like structure and they can grow up to 15cm in length. They grow in the moist environment and most probably after the rains. One can find them under the hedges, rotten leaves and in grass.
Morchella has a high medicinal value and hence have a high demand in the market. Collecting them serve as a source of income to some poor families in the villages. But things doesn’t always go right. Last year a young girl had an encounter with the bear in the wild while she was collecting thunthu and she lost her life.
Morchella are edible too and they taste like mushrooms but it is not easy to find so many of them for a good dinner.
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Inspired by the insect world – Citizen Sketcher.
We need only look at nature to be inspired by its infinite variety.
I love to paint creatures, big or small.
You have to know, you can’t really beat the universe at its own game. Just look at this!
Still, it’s fun to try 🙂 And you learn something from every attempt.
These sketches are making me say this – I think you don’t need an art school or a teacher. You just need to get out and experience what life has to show you. Look at how far I’ve come in eight years since sketching the Insectarium.
The doing is more important than the having done, and the journey is the goal itself.
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I love to read stories about our people (in Papua New Guinea) continuing to preserve their culture. I am especially proud because the Siassi is in my province and I have family there. Thank you Brendon Zebedee and Scott Waide for bringing us this cultural heritage story.
Pic: Siassi Island Cruz
For the Kampalap people of Siassi, Morobe province, hunting is one of the survival skills that is passed on from generation to generation in which they used it to search for wild meat to feed their families and relatives.
There is a traditional hunting season called Titava. Titava in the Kaimanga language of Kampalap people which means searching for wild pigs with a traditional net made of a special tree called kaivus barks.
The hunting seasons begins when the local people in the village want to celebrate a traditional feast called mailang. It is usually celebrated in the Christmas period where children especially boys ranging from 3 years old to 14 years old will be circumcised which signifies that this boy is from the Kampalap society.
When the time comes for their traditional occasions, especially in the Christmas period, all the elderly men and young boys…
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A heart-wrenching poem about radioactive racism and the long quest for peace and justice, written and spoken by ICAN campaigner Kathy Jetnil-Kijiner of the Marshall Islands, where the United States conducted 67 nuclear test explosions. Produced by PREL, written by Kathy Jetnil-Kijiner (www.facebook.com/kathyjetnilkijiner) and directed by Dan Lin (www.facebook.com/danlinphotography)
I honour and respect the work of Kathy Jetnil-Kijiner, especially in her campaigns for justice in the Pacific Islands. This is a powerful message that needs to be shared. Please share.
Salt Ponds in Papua New Guinea brought to us by Tania Nugent through Scott Waide’s blog.
Tania at the salt ponds
An awesome adventure to the Laigam Salt Ponds in Enga Province, where for hundreds and hundreds of years the people traded salt from here all across the Highlands and down to the coast in exchange for things like crude oil from Kutubu, sago and kina shells from Gulf and even modern iron axes, which arrived up here long before the white man came.
The stakes in the pond delineate the space that belongs to different clans, They have been there so long they have crystalised into stone.
The traditional method of extracting salt from this water is still practiced but it is quite a long and labour intensive process. So this man known as Mr Salt uses modern copper bowls over a fire to evaporate the water and leave the salt. He sells the salt for K4 a packet. We sampled it later when the…
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Re-blogged from a dear and special person. Sometimes the universe surprises you with synchronicity that is greater than yourself, takes you beyond your small world, and you may not understand it fully, but it is meant to be. Thank you KS.
THE BIG HOUSE and Other Stories
One day he took me to a copse of trees
where we sat under a canopy of
newly formed leaves
above us a clear blue sky
where he gave perspectives to me
different from anything I had
Thoughts from the other side of
what we think we know.
How wind and leaves
are not separate forces rather
part of one single entity
connected to an infinity
of larger and larger wholeness
stretching outward from
the air we breathe,
beyond heat and light
from the sun then,
further into space and time until
I saw myself in a world
quite different than my own,
a world I’d never seen before,
of single limitless form.
He drew my attention to
the random movements of
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Tribalmystic is storytelling about people, places, and things that have extraordinary stories. Author: Joycelin Leahy