Just something gorgeous that was sent to me in email—an albino peacock. It took my breath away, so thought I'd pass it on.
It looks like a living snowflake!
Thank you for the image, Mia. I used to have an almond tree that turned itself into a twelve-foot cotton ball, a mass of white blossoms each Spring. Someone said that the Universe holds no wonder for us unbelievers. It isn’t true.
That is beautiful. Thanks for sharing.
How rare are those?
Glad you enjoyed it : )
It seems miraculous, doesn’t it? . . . until you see that it occurs across the board in Nature. Odd to think of it as a genetic “mutation” when the results are so magnificent.
Ted, I can just imagine that tree : ), a big ole’ fluffball.
Interesting factoid uncovered while googling, per Wikipedia:
“Zimbabwe has developed a myth that having sex with a woman with albinism will cure a man of HIV. This has led to many women with albinism in the area being raped.”
Nyracasso, from what I could determine, it’s fairly rare to find albino peacocks, but apparently there are breeders out there who focus on exploiting the recessive gene.
As for humans, Wikipedia reports: “About 1 in 17,000 people have some type of albinism, although up to 1 in 75 are carriers.” . . . which makes it more common than I thought.
Brace for cuteness. I couldn’t help myself.
Okay, you can take the sunglasses off now . Aside from the peacock, I think the penguin and the squirrel are the most striking.
another nice place to visit.
rab . . . your sense of aesthetics is certainly appreciated. . . *cough* . . . the brown-eyed one, I mean .
3-D . . . I have since sent this link on to many. What a gorgeous bunch of compositions. Thank you.
Personally, I keep coming back to gape at the albino peacock. It just doesn’t get much more stupendous than that.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever. ~ John Keats
Why is it that these creatures can’t add 2+2, couldn’t reason themselves out of a paper bag, wouldn’t know God from the nearest vat of feed . . . and yet I wouldn’t want to exist without them?
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean—
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down—
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away. . .
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
~ Mary Oliver, “Prayer For a Summer’s Day”
Below: Yep . . . a mutant, defective albino grasshopper.
I have trouble thinking of such cool things as ‘mutations’.
I too had an almond tree right outside my kitchen door. I planted a dozen white agapanthas and when everything was in full bloom it was spectacular. The white blossoms from the tree would wind up on my kitchen floor and looked like snow. Gosh I hade forgotten about this display until this morning. Thanks!
Next thread will have to be devoted to all things DARK . . .
But for now:
Below: Almond Tree in Bloom”, by Pierre Bonnard
Below: “Almond Orchard in Bloom”, photographer: Anthony Dunn.
Love those trees! I wonder if they would grow in the desert? I have just the place in my back yard!!