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Celebrate Wildlife Wednesday with Elephant Seals from California’s Piedras Blancas! 

The Piedras Blancas Light Station is a historic landmark on California’s central coast. Located on a rugged windswept point of land 6 miles north of Hearst Castle along California’s scenic Highway One, the Lighthouse was first illuminated in 1875, and today beckons the visitor a respite from the modern world.

The Light Station is named for the distinctive white rocks that loom just offshore. These rocks, and the rugged shoreline, are home to seabirds, sea lions, and elephant seals. Over 70 native plant species can be found on the 19 acres surrounding the Light Station.

The beaches stretching north and south from the Lighthouse have a large breeding colony of elephant seals.    

Photos and video footage by Bob Wick, BLM. Video created by John Ciccarelli, BLM.

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Artist Retreat in Upstate New York 

Designed by Gluck+ and located in a land conservancy, a collection of wood-clad cubes orient toward a pond at the bottom of a sloped site. These eight forms touch the ground lightly and follow the topography of the land, linked by glass enclosed hallways. Their simple shapes are strong silhouettes in an agricultural landscape, organized in a shifting grid akin to agricultural plots in the area. The slatted weathered hemlock cladding is a nod to the utilitarian barn structures that dot the local landscape.

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Theresa May has announced that, if she remains Prime Minister after June 8th, her government will aim to overturn the ban on hunting foxes with hounds which was introduced in 2004.

Personally, I have a big problem with this.

It’s not that it’s a staggeringly cruel blood sport in which animals are encouraged to rip one another to pieces.

It’s not that it’s an environmental nightmare, where large hunts and shoots - replete with culvert-wrecking SUVs - can wreak havoc with local ecosystems in the name of bogus ‘conservation’.

It’s not that it’s a net-drain on local economies, generating only a handful of part-time jobs which often pay only ‘tips’ from landowners rather than actual lasting contracted jobs - with hunt-goers preferring posh champagne picnics over local produce.

It’s not even that it’s an antiquated social ritual with its roots in the imagined feudal past, which evolved as an elaborate ruling-class masquerade to display exclusive land rights over those of their tenants to other wealthy landholders.

It’s that I positively, deeply, truly, can’t abide knowing that at any given moment, somewhere in the leafy dells of the Costwolds or on the weathered moors of the Peak District, an inbred plutocrat is having fun.

Look at this. This is the result of a rewilding project in the Scottish Highlands. On the right is managed land, planted and protected under a rewilding scheme. The left is unmanaged; unplanted and subject to excessive deer grazing (their natural predators are long extinct in the UK; though not forever, if certain rewilding projects get the green light). If I had my way, all of my country would be well on the way to looking more like the land on the right. I can’t wait until these baby pines grow into a true forest.

I have a new home!  Did I even mention that?

My lease is up at the end of the month, and I’m moving to a place of my own.  

Rowdy and I are not breaking up, but we are going back to living separately.  Supposedly moving in together is “taking things to the next level,” but we found that living together wasn’t necessarily enhancing our relationship, and we have really different lifestyle preferences.  He wants to live in the city and be super social, and I want to be a hermit in the woods.

So I’m going to go be a hermit in the woods!  My new place is the upper floor of a hundred-year-old barn 40 minutes from town, with conservation lands nearby and acres of forest out back.  It’s beautiful, in an eccentric creaky sort of way, and I’m looking forward to making it my own.

…This will be the 22nd house or apartment I’ve lived in.  Holy shit do I move a lot.

Red Cliffs National Conservation Area in Utah protects a unique transition zone – the meeting of the Colorado Plateau, Great Basin Desert and Mojave Desert. Where these distinct landscapes overlap, unusual plants and animals have evolved, including flowers like the dwarf bearclaw poppy and Shivwits milk-vetch that grow nowhere else on earth. Explore the area’s flora, wildlife and spectacular desert scenery with more than 130 miles of hiking and mountain biking trails. Photo by Bob Wick @mypubliclands

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Milky Way Over Mono Lake From Bodie Hills by Jeff Sullivan

werevampiwolf  asked:

Ah, conservative America. A land where my work is open on holidays and weekends but urgent care isn't and my insurance doesn't cover the emergency room, so today I'm going to work with a broken toe, where I'll have to stand for 5 hours. Have to go to afford rent, and can't get a doctor's excuse because they're closed. Even though my toe is obviously broken. At least my manager cleared with her boss for me to wear a sandal, which is already fucking up my back with different leg lengths.

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Happy birthday to President Theodore Roosevelt! As President, Roosevelt established 150 national forests, 51 federal bird reserves, four national game preserves, five national parks and 18 national monuments on over 230 million acres of public land. His words and actions were a massive contribution to the conservation movement and solidified his legacy as a champion of public lands. Photo of Theodore Roosevelt at Yellowstone National Park courtesy of the Library of Congress. Photo of Theodore Roosevelt National Park by Gary Anderson, National Park Service. Photo of President Roosevelt and John Muir at Yosemite National Park from Yosemite National Park’s archives.  

reuters.com
Trump order aims to allow drilling at national monuments
U.S. President Donald Trump signed an executive order on Wednesday to identify national monuments that can be rescinded or resized - part of a broader push to open up more federal lands to drilling, mining and other development.

Excerpt:

The move comes as part of Trump’s effort to reverse a slew of environmental protections ushered in by former President Barack Obama that he said were hobbling economic growth - an agenda that is cheering industry but enraging conservationists.

Trump signed the order at the Interior Department in Washington, saying that his predecessors’ use of the 1906 Antiquities Act to create monuments marked an “egregious abuse of federal power.” He said the order would give “power back to the states” to decide what areas of land should be protected and which should remain open for development.

The monuments covered by the review will range from the Grand Staircase created by President Bill Clinton in 1996 to the Bears Ears created by President Barack Obama in December 2016, both in Utah.

Dear Mother Nature,

I know you’re busy, but I need just a moment of your time for an urgent matter. Tomorrow, at 4pm, my girlfriend, Hannah, is supposed to board a plane in Minneapolis. She’s flying to Philadelphia where I will be picking her up. She’ll be here for less than 48 hours, but you had better believe we will cherish every minute of our togetherness. You see, we have not seen each other in two months, and if you’ve ever been in love, you’ll know the kind of torment we experience being so far apart. Our visits, which we sneak in wherever our schedules allow (and sometimes where they don’t allow), are not only euphoric, they are vital. Holding her close after two months apart is like finding shelter amidst a raging storm. (I figure you, of all people, will appreciate this analogy.)

But I’m now learning that you’ve orchestrated a snowstorm to take place throughout the midwest tonight and all day tomorrow. Some meteorologists are even claiming it could be a blizzard.

Are you kidding me? Minnesota has received ~maybe~ ten inches of snow all f***ing winter, and now on the ONLY day it needs to be sunny, you’ve arranged for a blizzard. Your timing is just impeccable.

So here’s the deal: this storm can’t happen, or it at least needs to be significantly subdued around the Minneapolis region. I won’t pretend my request is unique; I’m sure you’ve long since grown tired of us self-obsessed humans constantly begging you for sunshine and rainbows at every family picnic, but I’m prepared to make a deal with you.

Rather than doing me a favor, let’s make an exchange. Because of my muscle-wasting disease and general aversion to dirt, I can’t run out and plant a tree or save a rainforest from loggers. However, in order to show just how serious I am about this request, I have attached a photo of my receipt for a donation to The Nature Conservancy, which works to ”conserve the lands and waters on which all life depends.” I would imagine you hold this charity (and others like it) very dear to your heart.

If you take mercy on me and my girlfriend, and allow her to arrive safely tomorrow evening, I will also make another donation to this environmental charity. That sounds fair, right?

Oh! But wait! How could I forget? If, in fact, you choose to ignore my request, and her flight is canceled by the storm, I will instead make my 2nd donation to “Polluters United.” If that’s not a real organization, I will start it, and I’ll burn coal in my backyard every day the rest of time.

The ball is in your court.

Sincerely,

Shane Burcaw

i spent the week kicking around an au idea while working on some critrole things, bc i love me some au bs and here is what i came up with: national park service au

scanlan works dispatch and he likes to bring musical instruments with him to the station and play songs over the radio; one time some hikers were lost but they found the station quicker than the search parties found them bc of scanlan’s tunes

grog used to be a lumber industry lumberjack and then one day he didn’t want to do the deforestation thing anymore, he just wanted to hike and camp and be with his best friend Pike; he is still very wieldy with axes and saws and stuff though as a woodsman for the nps and he likes to give logging demos to campers.

pike is that sweet, god-loving 70′s naturophile with a background in medicine who is a lot stronger physically than anyone could guess at first look; she likes metalsmithing and working the education bit for campers and park groups. her mornings at the station are usually spent in quiet devotion with tea and then followed by rigorous physical training.

keyleth came to the nps through the conservation corps; she was homeschooled and decided that a major in agriculture and a minor in botany/plant pathology at a uni wasn’t enough, so she’s working through some environmental science programs with the nps, and loving it.

percy’s family owns a big packet of land on one edge of the park close to civilization, and a few generations back had granted quite a bit of it to be used as conservation land. they got their heritage in gunsmithing and other patent and political work; percy used to work with the state game and fish until he realized that he could do better and have more stable work on the federal level.

vex is the “on-paper” administrator for the station: in charge of supplies and equipment, programming and everything that needs someone attentive to detail and diplomatic enough to comb through bureaucratic bs and get the best out of it. has a pet bear, trinket. 100% survivalist material. her and vax’s father actually wanted them in politics on the global level but they said feck that. he said feck their college funding in return. it was tough, but they made it work despite.

vax joined the nps to keep himself out of trouble; the finesse with which he handles a lot of the law enforcement investigations in the park often makes the big wigs wonder what he would be getting up to if he were on on the other side of things. he is working on an associates in ornithology and can often be found tending to his flocks of crows and ravens behind the station or vulture-culturing finds with keyleth for museum collections.

i’m still playing around with ways to use the baddies and encounters; like the dragons are all natural disasters of sorts like blizzards and forest fires, and wastewater leaks in the parks’ rivers and stuff; ripley would be ringleader of a poaching group and the briarwoods would be political vampires of sorts. or something.

not entirely sure yet what i’d do with gilmore and kima, and allura, and like.. kerrek and zahra and all them. :/

idk, it’s something i’d like to try to do small things for but i don’t know that i will because i don’t want it to be so full of show material but i also don’t want it to be so far disjointed from the stories within that world, so it’s just going to go here for now.

From 314 Action:
  • The administration is doubling down on its devastating 31% budget cut to the EPA – a level that’s nearly unchanged from Trump’s March proposal.
  • Medical research and disease prevention would be among the hardest hit. This proposal reduces funding for the National Institutes of Health (NIH) by $5.8 billion, nearly one-fifth of its budget. That includes a $1 billion cut to the National Cancer Institute.
  • The Department of Interior [which is, to quote Wikipedia, “responsible for the management and conservation of most federal land and natural resources, and the administration of programs relating to Native American, Alaska Natives, Native Hawaiians, territorial affairs, and insular areas of the United States”] would be cut by nearly 11%.  The Army Corps of Engineers [to quote Wikipedia, “one of the world’s largest public engineering, design, and construction management agencies” and one “generally associated with dams, canals and flood protection in the United States“] would be slashed by 16%.
  • The U.S. Centers for Disease Control, responsible for responding to disease outbreaks domestically and around the world, would face a $1.2 billion cut.

Let the House and the Senate know that this is unacceptable. They may listen out of pure self-interest, even if the Toddler won’t.

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Chapter One
Ivar Ragnarsson X Reader
Hvitserk Ragnarsson X Reader

You’re a Northumbrian girl with ancestors that were vikings. You’d learnt Norse as you learnt English, but told to keep it a secret. Your parents loved the Norse side of your family from your father and taught you the gods they believed in. You didn’t believe in the Christian God and never lost your Viking Gods. Meaning that you had to pretend to not be that religious. But being un-religious made you the weird one of your town. People would stare at you in almost disbelief. They couldn’t understand how a ‘Christian’ child could be so sacrilegious. Well, you were supposed to be a Christian child but realistically it was just so your family weren’t ridiculed.

Northumbria on the whole was boring for a woman. You hated everyone in your town and your family weren’t around either so it was so boring. At the age of seventeen you didn’t really see any opportunities for yourself and you longed to be a Viking. To be a shield maiden was your ultimate goal, but you had to escape the more conservative land of England first. You also didn’t want to go with anyone because they’d stop you from going. But your plan didn’t really get into action because the Norsemen reached you first.

They burst into the church where you were at the back, laying down on one of the benches because you didn’t care for stories from the Bible. When you heard the Norsemen speaking, it was like a calling from Odin. He was willing you to speak with them. There were old men, a few Middle Aged ones and women. Then one young man who had blue eyes.

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Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You - (Part 2/5)

Prompt: Written for @sdavid09​ ‘s Winter Writing Days challenge who is super lovely and gave me an extension lol. My prompts were Mermaid AU and “Can’t Take My Eyes off of You” John Lloyd Young.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (Female)

Word Count: ~5286 (please excuse my wordy-ass self lol)

Warnings: Mentions of shitty pod members, abandonment, abuse, past child abuse, aaand scars. Language, angst, some fluff?, a particularly clueless couple, and a brief panic attack. Un-beta’d, so if there are any particularly egregious typos let me know!

A/N: This was technically done like two days ago but I edited it multiple times til I got something I liked lol. This chapter has a tiny bit more Dean in it. Chapter 3 definitely has way more of you and him, so look forward to that! 

Tags (if you want on or off, let me know!): @charliebradbury1104@abigrumple​ 

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“We aren’t here to hurt you.”

You shook your head furiously to clear out the gentle fog in your mind, backing up a few steps closer to the edge of the cliff.

The grip on your forearm tightened and your eyes locked onto his. The intense, mossy gaze burrowed into you, making you want to squirm under the heat. Your eyes couldn’t help but wander over his sun-kissed face. The light dusting of freckles was somehow just as fascinating as watching the stars at night, you almost reached out with your free hand to touch them.

He smelled of seawater and something deeply sweet that you couldn’t name but it was warm and something that reminded you of a home you had yet to find.

And there it was, the gentle ebb and flow you always felt when you were around other merfolk, like the back beat of a song. It was the pull that made it hard for independent merfolk to stay away from joining a pod. They were social creatures by nature and unless there was something else keeping you away, it was inevitable for any podless person to find a place to belong.

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Sunset lights up the water and sky at Necedah National Wildlife Refuge in Wisconsin. The refuge, known to early homesteaders as the Great Wisconsin Swamp, provides important habitat for endangered species like the Karner blue butterfly and whooping crane. Of the experience, photographer Darlene Martin says: “The sanctuary is spectacular and surprisingly large. It was a beautiful spring evening, and the brilliance of the sunset was quite unexpected.” Photo courtesy of Darlene Martin.