Whether it’s accurate or not, Jim managed to provide a distinct impression of the area that he visited in Montana with virtually all of the photos he sent along (the flowers notwithstanding.) Despite the sky conditions, you can almost hear the creak of the chains as the swings drifted
Category: Nature
Macro Monday
I just have to do this to mock the morose Mr Bugg, whose blog keeps writing checks his schedule and dedication can’t cash. If you don’t know what it means to cash a check, ask your grandfather. At the same time, if I go too long without posting Jim’s pics will take over the blog…
Anyway, I had these sitting in my stock folders since June, when out prowling in the yard one
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“And you’re gonna put that saddle on who now?”
It’s subtle, perhaps, but the shorter focal length, or wider angle (same thing,) distorts the proportions enough to make the center horse seem to loom a bit – the head actually looks vertically bigger than the torso. And because of that, the others seem to have the same trait just by facing the same way, even though they’re
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We have returned to the Brevard Zoo in Brevard County, Florida, only to come face-to-face with a southern cassowary (Casuarius casuarius) – not the healthiest thing to do, given the aggressiveness and wicked capabilities of this species. Which almost goes without saying, since this
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Jim sent me a handful of monochrome images as well, mostly taking advantage of the aged appearance of many of the buildings – not that they really needed to be desaturated, since they were strictly grey anyway. What’s notable about most of the building shots that Jim sent me is the geometry-thwarting nature of them, erected with right angles like any other edifice but
About time to get out of the water
In late June, I spoke about some tadpoles occupying the backyard pond, which I’m reasonably certain were green frogs (Lithobates clamitans,) as well as catching a pair of Copes grey treefrogs (Hyla chrysoscelis) in “the act,” more or less. In the intervening time, both the adult and
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And so we now travel to Montana – “we” actually meaning, “not me,” but instead Jim and family, and I suppose one or two other people that might have entered Montana that day a month ago the sprawling metropolis of Floweree, Montana, to be exact, and no I’m not kidding (Jim might be, though.) It would be nice to consider these
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And we return to this bizarre landscape in Yellowstone National Park, with a series of odd pools. Here’s how I think they developed (you’re not really expecting me to do research for these posts, are you? That’s Jim’s job!):
Layered geologic strata weathers away over time, leaving a series of stepped slopes. Water that appears periodically, washes along, but as it stops it
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I’m conflicted on whether I like the anachronistic nature of this one, or am put off by it. The desolate, almost-barren nature of the landscape is contrasted by the blue sky and fluffy clouds – it really needs a dark and moody overcast, or maybe a pestilential deep red sunset. And then someone dressed in rags off to one side – long and tattered rags, mind you,
You’re boned
I actually had a little time to do some shooting today, and was lucky enough to find a few subjects. More will be along later when I have more time to post about them, but for now we’ll cover a brief but dramatic saga.
As I passed a potted basil plant without the camera in hand, I saw a small black and white wasp traipsing across the leaves, which is not uncommon, but as I looked closer I could