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, down in the Keys for the first time, and decide to do a coral reef
Category: Random
Off to a slow start
Considering that I set a personal record (which is one of the most meaningless accolades imaginable) for posts last year (216,) this year is off to a slow start – this is partially due to being busy with many other things, but also due to my workhorse computer still being dead. It now appears that it was only the motherboard, and so the harddrives with all of my stuff on them are
I have regrets
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.
On a stretch of Interstate 85 in rural southern Virginia, overpasses are often marked with the names
Small whoopsies
There is a year-end post in the making, but as I was working on it a short while ago, my computer died. I had been getting warning signs for a few weeks now, and the good news is, I lost nothing of importance – I’m pretty anal about backups, and especially so when forewarning is given. All of the photos have been backed up, save for a couple of recent edits that haven’t
On the negative side 7
It’s been a busy week, and I haven’t had much time to even look at some of the drafts I have in the folder, much less tackle anything new to write, and I’m not sure this will improve before christmas. So for now, we’ll step onto the Wayback Crack and break causality’s back. And here, you didn’t think I could turn a metaphor…
We all need a bug
Obviously, we’re getting well away from arthropod season right now, plus I’ve had little opportunity to chase photos anyway, so we’re going to step back to July with this one, the same cooperative dragonfly as seen here. This is a female blue dasher (Pachydiplax longipennis,) posing
BIAB: Colin Hay fourfer
Yes, we’re digging back into the deposits of ancient music again, because it’s a blog (see title.) The choice this time around is Colin Hay, formerly the lead singer and guitarist of the Australian group Men At Work, then going solo in the late 80s, then headlining the Colin Hay Band (curious coincidence, that) in the early 90s before
Thursday color
Just a few pics without a lot of explanation, because they don’t need it. Two are fairly recent, and one has actually been seen before, dating from May.
Two weeks back, I was at the nearby pond watching what the sunset colors were doing when the Canada geese (Branta canadensis) departed, though a handful of them circled the pond at low level, honking loudly – I can only surmise
Play MST3K for me. And you. Everyone.
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 – Geocities was in the future and would,
The day you’ve dreaded is almost nigh
While it would have been nice to completely forget about this, at some time in the past, in a fit of uncharacteristic optimism, I put the damn thing into my calendar and reminders have been popping up for days. Far be it from me to suffer alone, so be warned: tomorrow is National Grouch Day, as you probably already know so this post is an utter waste of time.