Disclaimer: Entries are not portrayals of authentic beliefs, but explorative commentary on canidley’s lived experience and/or expressions from, the unknown. 🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲 August 10, 2026: 🗓 I love seeing the pictures facebook nominates for the “pre-made from your camera roll” memorials. I used to get lil’ jump scares 👻 scrolling past thinking I accidentally posted something. 🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲 August 10, 2026: 🗓 Would you just look at that texture on those leaves? Amazing. I so wanted to reach over that fence and touch those textures. It made me think of childhood, being 10 years ago at the Minnesota State Fair when Jesse Ventura was there. I was like, omg he’s an actual superhero. As he walked right past me, I just lightly touched the edge of his sleeve with the tip of my index finger for some reason like I was ET phoning home. 🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲 August 18, 2026: 🗓 “Al otro lado del río tengo mi banco de arena, donde se sienta mi chata pico de garza morena.”– La Garza Edit: 8-20-2026, 11:22am Pacific Time.*Remove the label to activate the card. 🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲 August 23, 2026: 🗓 Sitting on this trail, I looked over and saw it way in the distance, where the trail disappears over the hill. An orange thing. It reminded me of a drawing I made in 2nd grade of an eagle gliding through the air over a desert. I was so proud of it because it made my dad laugh. Not in a mean way. He was so amused that I drew a tiny mountain lion way in the background drinking from a pond. Post navigation Sand County chickadee Paper dolls
