People have the impression that, because they’re pretty and flippy-floppy and all that jazz, butterflies are innocent and carefree creatures, but it takes close observation to see their darker side (as it were.) Judging from the speed and angle of approach, the one on the left was no doubt up to something nefarious when […]
It’s been a while since I’ve observed that Florida is a special place, and I’m concerned that you might have forgotten this, so I have to illustrate it again.
First off, some things in Florida get big. For instance, birds. Sure, there are herons and vultures throughout most of the continent, but those are […]
It seemed like any other day where I’d been neglecting my photo sorting duties and thus facing the daunting task of going through hundreds of images, but as they say, things can seem perfectly normal (if slightly guilty) yet suddenly turn dark and ominous. And of course, since I’d been putting this off, how […]
There are quite a few photos that I’m trying to get around to posting, some of which I might simply throw out here with little explanation – I know, shocking, right? Right now, however, I’m going to post a brief update on the red-shouldered family.
Previously I mentioned that I had never seen the […]
There are no words to express how flawed this whole idea is.
If you’re on a roller coaster and there is anyone at all in front of you, you have no business being on a coaster.
Last year at about this time, I featured the curious tags that not only appeared just once in the history of the blog (which is not significant,) but raised questions when seen alone – even by me, and I wrote them. Tags are normally intended to help search engines find content, and should indicate […]
It is sometime in the 1990s. No, I mean it’s 2016 right now, but the event I am relating takes place back then, and I am using a literary style called first-person chronologica dysplasia or some shit like that. Whatever; it’s creative – run with me here. I am touring Florida on my own, […]
Yes, even a glamorous bug photographer such as myself has regrets, hard as that may be to imagine. This particular one manages to be forgotten for long stretches of time, but then returns with a stab of pain that can affect the rest of the day. I’m talking, of course, about Squirrel Level Road.
Let me paint a little picture for you. It’s an ancient time. “Blu Ray” was what people thought Gainsborough’s model was named. “YouTube” was a surfing slang term (as was every set of words put together nonsensically) and surfing was only done in the ocean, because webpages were few and all of them sucked […]