Where’s Your Head At? Greg Dunn

Y'all ever just suddenly have the overwhelming urge to swim??? Like not actively but you just wanna,,, be in the water and have some Peace

It’s always fun to be reminded how recent European national identities are. Peasants in 1860’s Sicily had never heard the term “Italy” before, the majority of people in France didn’t speak French at the time of the French Revolution, etc.

suck, and i cannot stress this enough, my cock to the fucking base

Charles Freger photographed and travelled through 19 countries to collect this stunning collection of photos of European Pagan Rituals surviving to this day.

Dukha kid holding the head of a taimen fish. Taimen can grow up to a meter and a half long. They are sometimes called “river wolves” in Mongolia, because they lurk under the surface of the water and eat birds and small animals that come to the river to drink.

Ursula le Guin

nabil anani, "palestinian folklore," 2020, acrylic on canvas

Yekaterina, when she left all to follow Christ, remembered a common but very special kind of Russian believer: the poustinik. Every so often some peasant, and less frequently a wealthy person in Russia, like Pyotr, would get rid of his or her things and take to the poustinia. That word means desert. The poustinik however did not go to a literal desert. He only put on rough linen clothing and went to live in the barest, simplest house in the village. There, with no lock on the door, he lived with nothing but the Bible, his daily bread, and his clothes. The poustinik was no hermit. On call, day or night, he lived to help others. Whether that meant feeding the sick, counselling a distressed sinner at midnight, or quick helping a farmer get his hay in before it rained, did not matter. He lived in the “desert” of freedom from personal ambition and let Christ use him however it suited. All his free time he spent in his house or garden alone.

Peter Hoover with Serguei V. Petrov, The Russians' Secret: What Christians Today Would Survive Persecution?

The Creature from Frankenstein at Hamburg State Opera

Femme du Djelfa, Algeria