I’ve mentioned that I had a pair of photography goals – regarding the mantids, at least I have a few dozen photography goals overall. But with the mantids, there was a) mating, and b) laying the eggs, and as of this afternoon and evening, I can scratch one of those off the list.
Sorry, I should have given you more warning before popping that image up like that. But this
Yes, it’s Thursday already. Listen, you had all week to prepare, don’t be whining now.
This week our feature model is Lyudmila, and why do so many feminine names end in ‘A?’ Is this, like, Italian or something? Did we just brand ourselves as racist or some shit? Anyway, Lyudmila is seen here checking the pits, nervous before going out on stage for her part in the Broadway
Did another trip to the NC Botanical Gardens yesterday, to see what could be found, and the answer to that is anoles. Lots of anoles.
I have noticed that each year, the representative numbers of certain species seem to fluctuate, or at least according to what I have been able to find, anyway. While the botanical gardens have always been a good place to find Carolina anoles (Anolis
Well, okay, two days ago. I could have posted these sooner but my hands were trapped under my ass and I couldn’t type. Anyway, I did a brief circuit of the neighborhood pond just to see what was happening, which wasn’t much. A great blue heron and a great egret both remained quite distant, spooky, and elusive of decent photos, probably jealous of my eagle exploits in New York. Most other
Philosophers claim that hell is a pointless concept, because no matter how horrendous, you would eventually get used to it all, but we believe the Profiles are disproving that canard. Today we have Zager Turn and Evans Cough, the eponymous musical duo that brought us such hits as, “Autocorrect My Love,” and, “If You Fuck Amy.” What’s surprising
This would have been posted last night, but that ol’ webbertubes went down on my end. Anyway, a brief video on photographing a tricky subject.
The species in question was most likely a northern flying squirrel (Glaucomys sabrinus) – we have the southern variant around here, which tends to be a bit leaner, but how much they differ in habits I couldn’t say. For instance,
It seems only fitting (perhaps that’s not the right word) that we start off with something that is not birds.
Shooting sunrise on Jordan Lake last week, I did a quick silhouette with one of the tiny, unidentified trees/bushes that appear sporadically out into the water a short ways (actually, this may be a buttonbush, Cephalanthus occidentalis.) Not the most prepossessing
The Girlfriend likes her trumpet flowers (Brugmansia,) and to keep last year’s in good shape, it overwintered in the antechamber that houses the water heater, never getting too cold through the winter. However, it didn’t leaf out at all in the spring,
So, there’s this little staged photo that I’ve been after, oh, a couple of weeks now I think, and tonight, I finally managed to snag it. It’s the stupid things…
I have, atop my desk hutch, a small sculpture that The Girlfriend got me, I can’t even remember when, of two small green treefrogs atop a leaf, and for once, it was reasonably realistic – so many artists
No, there have been no attempts on our life at all this past week, and we’re an easy target. Sorry you wasted your money.
This week we have Scowt (the one on the left,) whose parents maintain that it’s one of those creative spellings but really just can’t spell. Scowt realizes that, upon agreeing to become a graphic novel illustrator’s model, he probably should have looked
