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Jane Goodall Is The Most Holy Saint, Thank God She Lived On Earth, What Riches We Lack Without Her Here by @isabelturley

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When I die, take some of my ashes (not all!! I shan’t be pinned to one thing only, even in death) and go to the top of a hill in San Francisco, any hill, preferably a sunny one although fog is just as well, and let those ashes go through the fingers of your clenched fist until they’re all dispersed and floating in an ugly haze of specks down the street, settling across the cars parked at 90degrees and in the low branches of red flowering gum trees, until at last the some of me that survives to the bottom of the hill, and not carried up and out thinly towards the blue bay, will land on the disgusting cement road and be endlessly run over by a self driving car. Please and thank you!! taken in San Francisco, California by @isabelturley

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Might be hard to believe but sometimes I do shut the fuck up and hold still for a second taken in East Nashville, Tennessee by @isabelturley

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a year ago

Three cheers for my beautiful sad clown!!!! by @isabelturley

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If I made a magazine called BACKYARD about everything that happens in my backyard… would you read it??? taken in East Nashville, Tennessee by @isabelturley

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How could I possibly pick just 3, you say??? Well, here we are, I’ve done it… just a few favorites of Adan at his home in CDMX. All taken on a Fujifilm x100vi @estudio_sinfin by @isabelturley

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Thrilled to arrive… devastated to leave… taken in CDMX by @isabelturley

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a year ago

XOCHIMILCO…! This is a deliberate and slow moving post, real time, right through my eyes, and trust me… it’s really beautiful. SWIPE for —> mariachis, forest guardians, water, trees, me, strangers. This is the mood, atmosphere, love!!, of that morning. COME BE HERE WITH IT!
…also, why tf does Instagram crop these posts now?? Sorry it looks like sh1t taken in Xochimilco, Distrito Federal, Mexico by @isabelturley

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Vultures forever taken in East Nashville, Tennessee by @isabelturley

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One year ago today, our dog died. Anthony and I said goodbye to her, and let her go to sleep. She was very sick. What else were we to do?

Here’s something I wrote a few days later:

Have I already forgotten the date it was she died? May 12. It should be burned into my mind, how has it already leaked through the cracks? What is wrong with me?
Am I getting dumber? Is my brain shrinking? Am I filling it up with too much bullshit? With social media, with television, with petty arguments? Are other people as impressionable as I am? Do other people sound as stupid as I do? Has my attention span really suffered so much? Can I ever fix that? Should I delete Instagram? Should I get a different phone? Should I stop talking to people?
What if other people found out I forgot the date she died? Should I be ashamed? Should I be alarmed? Is it because I don’t care enough? Would a better person have remembered better?
Have I lost some elasticity? Is mental illness to blame for my poor memory? Is it genetic? Will I get Alzheimer’s and die like Dobbie? When will my mother die?
What else will I forget in my life? Will I eventually forget my dog altogether? How deep can someone recede in your memories before they’re gone? If I forget, will I ever remember? Has she forgotten about me already? Does she still exist somewhere? Am I foolish for thinking she does? Am I religious? Do I believe in god? Could I ever touch her again, if I die and go to where she is? Is it a place I could even go? Is my cat there with her? What does she look like there? Disembodied? The same shaggy fur? Are her eyes still so sad? Would she recognize me? Would I recognize her? Would she be happy to see me? Or would I be an unwelcome ghost from a life that ended in pain and heartbreak?
Should I even be thinking this? Am I helping myself or hurting myself? Does it matter? Do I care? What happens if I stop thinking about her? taken in East Nashville, Tennessee by @isabelturley

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2 years ago

Happy Beltane from my molting mating writhing backyard to yours by @isabelturley

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March is my favorite month of the year by @isabelturley

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