A sudden change and poof
I’m working on a possible “upgrade” here: http://insekta.net
Snapping at the world
Last weekend a friend and I crawled through the awkward streets of the west bottoms to photograph. While I seriously need to have my camera professionally cleaned, I did manage to get some shots even I’m impressed with. I’ve cleaned a couple up to my liking….
More to come, eventually.
Littlebit Crispy Goodness
As I was stumbling out the door this morning I saw my ChacoTaco flipped for a molt. Had to leave, but came home to this:
Awesome.
Of Puppets and peppers
Yesterday was monkeyday. I took my camera and despite having something in or on the lens I got some good shots of the market and the kid. That surprised me, as I’m usaully about half a second too late to get a good shot of her. In the next couple of days I’ll clean them up.
Itty Bitty Monster Ditty
Today I left work early plagued with a sudden head cold, and stopped by the pet store for some wax worms on the way home. And this I found:
Grammostola aureostriata “Chaco Golden Knee”
And cuteness makes three.
The Mechanical Whir of Paper Wings
So early this morning, not long past dawn, my friend and I were outside by the garden exchanging observations and the usual nonsense, when out of the corner of my eye I see a blur, followed by a small hollow thud in the dirt beside us. A cicada killer had plucked from midair a cicada that was quite large and apparently juicy. We watched silent, as this delicately brutal dance played out. After a minute or two, the wasp took her prey in all six legs and flew off into the sunrise with the mechanical whir of paper wings.
Awesome.
Lycosidae Spp.
I found this little guy wandering around and had to get some shots.
Barren
I seem to have little to no creativity lately. It could be that I’ve been working overtime a lot the last couple of weeks. The last thing I want to do when I get home is stare at a computer screen. I’ve also been having slep issues, so that’s a factor, I’m sure. Oh well.
Be The Big Naked Ball of Grossness
It’s hot here, like an oven on fire. 97°F on the inside. 5 fans blowing hot air, a vortex of hellish fumes swirling away from my sweaty, unclothed and gasping corpse. The cats are plotting mutiny again, although slowed by the heat — a lethargic coup on hold as they hug the water dish. It was just winter yesterday…
The Droning of Melancholic Airs
I’ve accomplished very little in the past few days. Not much of a distraction from my usual path. Let’s see, I caught a jumping spider and hacked together a little environment for it while it lives with me. I managed not to spend much money. I found out my glucose is normal. I found out my insurance doesn’t pay for mammograms. I rediscovered my love of rain and thunder. I ate a whole box of cookies. Yeah….
