So, are you considering becoming a nature and wildlife photographer? Then let me tell you a little story, but I’ll caution you not to consider this typical.
Last night, while examining the dog fennel plants for photo subjects, I came across a few dead ants and a
A few years back, I rode with a friend who had a speaking GPS. As we exited the interstate to get gas, the functional female voice said, “Off trail.” But then we turned left onto the overpass and crossed the interstate, provoking the voice to update us with, “On trail… off trail,” with barely a pause in between. Credit for picking up on our brief position above the
I came across this image in my stock yesterday and liked the abstract that could be created from a tight crop, especially since I missed prime focus.
Of course you recognized this as the fingers of a ring-tailed lemur, taken while visiting the Duke Lemur Center in Durham, NC. It just goes to show you that even with appropriate subjects, I just can’t do “cute.”
A related story:
“O great and glorious spider god dwelling in the web atop the holy cypress, predator of all that it chitiny, please accept this humble offering from a most loyal servant, as evidence of my everlasting devotion, and listen with a kind ear and gracious heart to my fervent prayers, to make that giant sumbitch nature photographer go away…”
So, today’s xkcd comments on hypochondria:
This stirred some memories of an age, long ago, when I would meet with several friends for a curious pastime. Bear with me a moment as I explain.
It all started with a humorous story taken from the early days of Usenet, about a poker game played by personifications of
Just noticed this as I was recycling the box:
And he forgot the extra sauce.
Come to think of it, I’d better check the fridge and see if the leftovers have multiplied (or gained anchovies.) If not, that would put the final nail in the… coffin, right?
And, “pizza experience.” Marketing is so incredibly vapid sometimes. I need to start saying, “Excuse me, I’m going
The Girlfriend is the one who decides how the bathroom is laid out, and to an observant person, this becomes obvious. The wastebasket is positioned in such a way that it is virtually impossible to successfully land a bit of trash in it from any point in the room. While I could not care less about sports, I still possess enough Y-chromosomes to find actually walking up to a trash can and dropping
Just in case you were wondering what might have become of my Rubenesque models from this post, they’re still around, living happily (I’m assuming) in the azalea bushes out front – I make it a point to see if I can find them daily. The number I can spot varies at least one is a regular
Yes, I know this appears to be a crass copy of the pose seen here, but unless that otter is actually eating a vole, I’d hazard that the evidence leans towards coincidence.
I had earlier spotted the same species jumping spider as this one, atop a log and showing off its vivid rust-colored abdomen, but it was so shy that I never got remotely close enough to photograph – the same can be
First off, even if you don’t like spiders, you really need to check out this video, an extremely well done collection of jumping spider behaviors. This comes courtesy of The Dragonfly Woman. Even though I’m embedding it here, I encourage you to go