Creative Edge

The Atlas moth is one of the largest lepidopterans, with a wingspan measuring up to 24 cm (9.4 in) and a wing surface area of about 160 cm2 (≈25 in2). It is only surpassed in wingspan by the white witch (Thysania agrippina) and Attacus caesar, and in wing surface area by the Hercules moth (Coscinocera hercules). As in most silk moths, females are noticeably larger and heavier than males, while males have broader antennae. Eggs Atlas moths lay a number of spherical eggs, 2.5 mm (0.098 in) in diameter, on the undersides of the leaves of food plants. Larva After approximately two weeks, dusty-green caterpillars hatch and feed on their egg-shell, and then the foliage of citrus, cinnamon, guava, and evergreen trees. The caterpillars can grow to 11.5 cm (4.5 in) in length and 2.5 cm (0.98 in) in thickness. They have white, waxy, fleshy spines along their backs, which become more prominent at...

Temporal range: Holocene – Recent At the Parque das Aves in the Foz do Iguaçu, Brazil Conservation status Scientific classification Domain: Eukaryota Kingdom: Animalia Phylum: Chordata Class: Aves Order: Accipitriformes Family: Accipitridae Subfamily: Harpiinae Genus: Harpia Vieillot, 1816 Species: H. harpyja   Binomial name Harpia harpyja (Linnaeus, 1758) The harpy eagle is rare throughout its range, which extends from Mexico to Brazil (throughout its territory) and Argentina (only the north). (note: map distribution in Trinidad and Tobago and ABC islands is erroneous) The harpy eagle (Harpia harpyja) is a large neotropical species of eagle. It is also called the American harpy eagle to distinguish it from the Papuan eagle, which is sometimes known as the New Guinea harpy eagle or Papuan harpy eagle. It is the largest bird of prey...

From pillar to post A Story of Change Across Generations Once upon a time, in a quaint village nestled between green hills, there lived a man named Rahul. Rahul was a farmer, his family owning a piece of land passed down for generations. He lived in a modest stone house that had stood for over a century, and he spent his days working hard in the fields, growing crops that nourished his family and his neighbors. His life was simple and centered around his land and traditions. But as time passed, the world around him began to change. Rahul’s father, Dinesh, had always told him, “A man’s life is rooted in his land. Don’t let anything move you from it. If you move from pillar to post, you’ll never find peace.” Rahul took these words to heart, and for many years, he worked tirelessly on the land, never venturing far from home. He believed that stability and continuity were the most important things in life, and he saw the wisdom in his father’s advice. One summer, a new man arrived in t...

  Dear loving mother nature  I write with sorrow in a humble stature  Bowing down to you oh loving one Sorry for everything we have done. Mother Nature, you love and feed us, You nurture us and protect us, However, we fail to acknowledge thy love And we misuse thy kindness. I hear that you balance our being  Thrilling songs for us you sing But we mistreat you for a fool  I cry for everything we do.  You deserve non of our scolding  But each day we burn your clothing  What can we do to appease thy anger That we may not fall short and asunder. Call us back oh great mother to thyself  From you we came and in your bosom we are safe. Teach us to respect you with what ever it takes  All our sins, We pray that you forgive and forget. 

I was walking through Matia Mahal, making my way towards Chitli Qabar, when I noticed an elderly man, probably in his 70s, opening his shop. Unlike the modern metal shutters, he opened two wooden doors and began hanging up an old-fashioned weighing scale in the middle of the doorway. Intrigued by the scene, I approached him and asked, “Mein tasveer lelu apki, koi aitraz to nahi?” (May I take your picture? You don’t mind, do you?). He paused, stood up, smiled warmly, and said, “Haan beta, lelo” (Yes, son, go ahead). But I wanted to capture him in his natural element, so I told him, “Nahi, aap jo kar rahe hain aap karte rahein. Main bas kuch tasveerein kheenchna chahta hoon.” (No, please continue with what you’re doing. I just want to take some pictures). He smiled again and resumed his daily routine, continuing to set up his shop. What always mesmerizes me are the intricate patterns engraved on the brass utensils. These were his family’s legacy, and they had been selling these items...