Legend

Poem: 'Because we appeared to have come from where the ocean meets the sky, the Indians thought we were emissaries of the sun. They'll believe anything, these infidels.'

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Dave Bonta (bio) crowd-sources his problems by following his gut, which he shares with 100 trillion of his closest microbial friends — a close-knit, symbiotic community comprising several thousand species of bacteria, fungi, and protozoa. In a similarly collaborative fashion, all of Dave’s writing is available for reuse and creative remix under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 United States License. For attribution in printed material, his name (Dave Bonta) will suffice, but for web use, please link back to the original. Contact him for permission to waive the “share alike” provision (e.g. for use in a conventionally copyrighted work).

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  1. I like this series, Dave, very mysterious, enigmatic words and lovely images. This image may be my favourite so far.

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  2. Oh, you like this one? Cool. I worked on it for such a long time today that I reached a point where I could no longer tell whether it was any good or not.

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  3. This is one of my favourites – words and image.
    Love the way the shadows fall across the
    circular patterns.

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  4. It really is an amazing pattern – like an Aztec sun or shield. Nice choice for the poetry.

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  5. Thanks. As you may have intuited, it was made by a leaf, trapped by its stem in an icy layer underneath the powder.

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