Is there anyone else here?

Dear Bloggers Hello, are you still out there? Dear bloggers from the past, are you still around? Many have switched to Instagram, but I get the impression that some IG users have recently been leaving the platform or going into 'sleep mode.' I wonder if there is any interest in breathing new life into this platform. Instagram is slowly being dominated by AI, algorithms, and unwanted videos that are becoming increasingly annoying. I compare it to food: you have fast food and you have slow cooking. Nowadays, it seems that the faster the media, the better. Not for me, though. Artichokistan is still alive and kicking… Consider this post a trial balloon. I am eager to find out if any living soul can be found here who is looking at Blogger feed and reading posts ..we will see. So here you will find some recent works from Artichokistan...no AI, no algorithms, just Artichokistan..

I would appreciate any reactions!

Drill Fly

Drill flies ( boorvlieg NL , Bohrfliege D ) are a family of insects from the order diptera. This genus of Drillfly is of worldwide notoriety for its destructive impact on agriculture. This one was found in Artichokistan. 😉 Watch out! 🙃 Pencil, cca 48 x 60 cm

Season's greetings....

Friends, supporters, followers... Lend me your ears: 

Wishing you all the joys of the season and happiness throughout the coming year. 

May you have a spectacular New Year!

PS: perhaps the very last post on this blog....

"sous terre "

We usually only see half of the tree. The other half is hidden. In the realm of darkness. However, it is just as important as the visible (above-ground) part. The root system is just as large as a tree crown. And there, in the dark depths between the roots, the fascinating life of the thousands of tiny creatures is buzzing. An ecosystem of bacteria, fungi, nematodes, mites, earthworms and other creatures. Millions of mini creatures and even up to 1 kilometer of fungal threads can easily fit into a spoonful of soil. So small but so valuable for the trees.

The tree cannot subsist without them...

And therefore an ode to the invisible second half of the tree.

I disagree with you

Aequalitas haud parit bellum.