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Took the dogs out for a walk again today, Jake is in good form as always, even with a little bit of grass on his nose.
I am leaning toward Sawfly on this one but not sure. There were quite a few of these eating the Boxelder leaves....
Seems my cockroach blog isn't drawing the viewership I had been led to believe based on these universally loved, and fascinating insects...
Time to go HuffPo on your asses:
This Sunday, The cockroach blog that YOU MUST SEE to BELIEVE!!!!!
5 Ways these CREEPY, CRAWLY BUGS can help you lead a long and healthy life.
5 Ways Cockroaches can improve YOUR sex love life?!! HOW? Join us and find out!
Which 5 Celebrities have a Cockroach SECRET?! (Hint: It rhymes with Soaprah)
And in this tell-all, Macauly culkin explains his downward slide from child star to vagrant-meme which all began when he was sexually assaulted by a cockroach. The exclusive right here!
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The anxiety in the rainforest is palpable, they all want to see their favourite heroes triumph. Nail-biting a common sight with all the ensuing tension.
Redemption can be had here:
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Join the queue of excited rainforest reptiles here #ReptilesofSani.
Photographed for the #SaniProject2017. Follow us at Destination Ecuador #Paulbertner #Sanilodge.
Just because I love her so much, here's an upload of Shimo and her favorite pen. If I put it down I pretty much lose it.
Hey, I'm also almost always down for a print exchange. So if your interested, I'm most likely interest too. Message me.
This is a photograph that i took for my Chinese Literature class, based on the book To Live by Yu Hua.
The biting mountain wind was a familiar companion, whispering tales through the ancient crags as I held my watch in the French Pyrenees. Hours bled into one another, a silent vigil among the formidable peaks where stone giants stood guard over forgotten valleys. My eyes, weary from sweeping the desolate expanse, yearned for movement, for a sign of life in the austere landscape.
Then, without a sound, a flicker of awareness shifted within the shadowed cleft of rock just ahead. A pair of keen, ancient eyes met mine, not with alarm, but with a profound, untamed curiosity. Slowly, deliberately, the majestic head emerged, adorned with magnificent, scimitar-like horns that spoke of countless seasons endured. It was an Ibex, a true sentinel of these soaring heights, a spirit of the mountains made flesh.
For a breath-holding moment, we were suspended in time – two beings observing each other across an invisible boundary of wildness and quiet respect. The world seemed to pause, and in that fleeting connection, the vast, silent beauty of the Pyrenees found its voice. This was not just a sighting; it was an affirmation of the wild, a secret shared between the stone and the soul. A memory etched as sharply as the mountain peaks themselves.
This is one of two images that I took for Macro Monday's theme. "Teeth"
I was trying to get an abstract in this shot of my saw blade.
HMM
I'd like to say it's a little different but I'm not sure anymore. Everything I do is a little different. I have a show this May at Gallery Nucleus in Culver City. Make your reservations now.