Tags
bark, fotografie, gedicht, heather, landscape, nature, photography, poetry, web
Buzzing mobile phones, steered by logarithms dictated by emperors that tear society apart were left behind. There are still ‘quiet’ places where insects tell other news. Those that survived the pest of ecocidal chemicals.
Web

A heathy landscape harbors spiders / catching pollen-spreading bees.
Organic

The bark was fissured / a voice lamented /
blown apart,
yet unheard amidst / the turmoil, basic /
at an organic / glorification.
(photos and texts by Drager Meurtant, September 12-13, 2025)