… yark in the yard?
A few days ago, The Girlfriend pointed out this curious mound of… something… in the grass not 7 meters from the window to Deep 13. Initially, I said, “Bear shit,” based on what appeared to be berry seeds, then looked closer and suspected it was an old patch of fungus that was fading away, but I wasn’t sure of that. Later on, I put on some rubber
I mean, it’s been three days without a post – what am I breaking from? From sorting video clips, of which I got too far behind on. I am doing what I should be doing with the still photos, which is adding details to a spreadsheet as I go – species, behavior, location, et cetera. It’s virtually necessary with the videos since there is no adequate thumbnail
I really, really wonder* who comes up with these holidays. I mean, seriously – this one is far too much of a FaceBlerk kind of thing, and I don’t blame anyone for ignoring it, because it accomplishes nothing**. That said, I’m in the rare position to address/celebrate it, so we’ll grudgingly recognize What Were You Doing A Decade Ago? Because exactly a decade
I was very close to doing this as a podcast or video post, and eventually realized it was far easier to type it out and use illustrations than it was to try and juggle the recording and screen capture processes, so here we have it – I would apologize to those who hate facing a wall of text but unless you have an actual, physical handicap, go fuck yourself and deal with reading. If you do
Nothing for the Tip Jar right at the moment – my time, motivation, and desire simply didn’t coincide this week to permit me to have something up here right now. While I have tried quite seriously to adhere to a schedule from the moment I started doing regular posts, this isn’t a job, isn’t producing income, and shows no evidence of people really counting on seeing the new
This is from the same night as this shot, and probably should have been posted then (or even as the month-end abstract,) but it wasn’t, so here it is because I’m not going to do much else with it. I like how confusing it is solely because the mist drops obscure the necessary details, but if you look closely, you may figure it out.
Or not. You’re looking at the tail and the hind
There Will Come Soft Rains, by Ray Bradbury. It’s a quick read, and you’ll know why I chose it for today, even if you think it should have been yesterday.
I first read this in middle school I believe, and I’m almost certain it was a truncated version, ending when the poem does – which I think actually makes it better. It was written in 1950 and distinctly reflects the views
Just a brief interlude, and because c’mon. The other night we had a persistent drifting mist, and the sleeping young Carolina anoles (Anolis carolinensis) were recipients of this, as was about every flat surface. Naturally I couldn’t pass this up…
Dipshit (I’m talking to myself – that’s what the italics mean. In this case, anyway.) This is not the last day of July, so you got the abstracts early, probably before they were ripe, and I apologize. I have no excuse, and should know by now to double-check my senile old brain, since this isn’t the first time it’s happened – it’s
We almost forgot that today is the birthday of Wamleigh Hütenverschnippi, a name we should all know much better than we do, since this is the person responsible for cameras looking they way that they do today.
Hütenverschnippi was an early photographer, back when great big bellowy cameras and glass plate negatives were in use, and while he was pretty accomplished at this, he had a hard time being
