View allAll Photos Tagged Creature
"Tiny, unusual creatures are easy to find," explained Cassis. "You just have to look for tiny, unusual holes."
Prima Dolly Cassis is posing for the theme "tiny creatures" in the Blythe a Day group on Flickr.
some animals for trade remember if it is not marked gone or reserved then its still up for trade
look at my wants list for my want (or other figs that are display worthy)
or BA protos or special colored ones
"Standing on a log gives you a better vantage from which to spy squirrels", says Jasper from his woodland creature persona
Description (English) : The Orange Fructofly (Dropi communis) is a creature living in open forest understory in the Big Branches Forest. This species love licking sugary juices coming from overripe fruits. The larvae lives in organic matter and mature into adults quite quickly.
----------------------------------
Description (Français) : La Dropi orangée (Dropi communis) est une créature vivant dans les sous-bois ouverts, dans la forêt à grosses branches. Cette espèce raffolle du nectar sucré des fruits mûrs suintant. Les larves vivent dans la matière organique et se developpe rapidement.
God from eternity, decrees or permits all things that come to pass, and perpetually upholds, directs and governs all creatures and all events; yet so as not in any wise to be the author or approver of sin nor to destroy the free agency and responsibility of intelligent creatures
James Boyce
Mark Water, The New Encyclopedia of Christian Quotations (Alresford, Hampshire: John Hunt Publishers Ltd, 2000), 845.
For 52 Weeks for Dogs -- 41/52
Flattery says that with the chill in the air this weekend that it was time to spoil her with the creature comforts. Who am I to argue?
You can read more about Flattery at TalesAndTails.com.
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer,
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too—
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.
His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
I couldn't resist taking this shot, even though I know there a lot of sky/sunset shots out there from far more picturesque locations than my kitchen window!
The cloud momentarily looked rather like some kind of cartoonish creature running across the sky...
As a side note, I know the processing may not to be all's taste, but it's surprisingly close to what was actually there. London can manage some pretty good skies when it puts it's mind to it.
December 1, 2018
We were the first ones to walk down the beach after the tide went out. About a half mile into our walk, we came across this expansive curious cross-hatch pattern of cast out sand from some kind of community of creatures. It seems they were all "keeping house" after the receding sea. It looks like they came up slinging sand either front to back or side to side, and not in a radial fashion
I dug into a few of them, but found nothing. My guess is sand fleas - little shrimp-like crustaceans. Any guesses? Anyone know the responsible party?
Newcomb Hollow Beach
Cape Cod National Seashore
Wellfleet, Massachusetts
Cape Cod - USA
Photo by brucetopher
© Bruce Christopher 2018
All Rights Reserved
...always learning - critiques welcome.
Tools: Canon 7D & iPhone 6s.
No use without permission.
Please email for usage info.
I've been working on many hyperbolic structures lately, I thought I'd make something related but different.
As I was sitting here at my computer tonight working on some photos this little guy flew up and landed on the desk next to me. I was able to get him to crawl onto a white sheet of paper and take a few photos of him before he flew off on his way. I've got no clue as to what species he is so if anyone knows what he's called please tell me I'd appreciate it. I'm really starting to love macro photography and how much detail it lets you see in the world of small things.
*Edit- After looking around online I might have identified the species. I think it's Crambus leachellus although I could be wrong.
This is the first time I'm making a toy like this lol :D
It seems like I did everything wrong but it was fun XD
Am I addicted to comfort? Sure, isn't everybody? Oh, that first cup on a Sunday morning... It is comforting like the nectar of the gods!
And, here's to comfort and convenience in a camera. With the Lumix G1, I can switch between the LCD monitor and the eye level EVF, with the flick of a button. Yes, comforting in the harsh Jerusalem sunlight.
ISO 200, 50mm, f/4, 1/60s
1. Thursday Walk, 2. Buff-tailed Bumblebee, 3. Up close, 4. Bathing, 5. Gatekeeper, 6. Little Egret, 7. Jump for joy!, 8. Male Banded Demoiselle (Calopteryx splendens), 9. Another Gatekeeper, 10. Green on Green, 11. Small White, 12. Large White, 13. Common Field Grasshopper Chorthippus brunneus, 14. Common Field Grasshopper Chorthippus brunneus, 15. Mint Moth, 16. A Little Adventure, 17. Common Carder, 18. Fly, 19. Hoverfly, 20. Garden Spider, 21. Another Common Carder, 22. Up and away, 23. Large White Caterpillar, 24. The Small One, 25. Large White - eggs
Created with fd's Flickr Toys