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Riitta Ikonen & Karoline Hjorth
"Who do you think you are, you're insignificant, a small piece...an ism...no more, no less"
I had my 40yo birthday early June. An opportunity to offer a me a new prime lense. Not another insignificant one, no, probably the most versatil and qualitive lense in Nikkor productions, the AF-S 35mm 1.4 G. 35mm is not my natural focal (I'm more used with zooms) but I'm getting more and more confident with. No sooner said than done, I put it on the D800 and did a quick unformal walk in old Antibes streets.... ...And... I met Romain. He works in a restaurant nearby and this street is where the restaurant backdoor exits. He had a quick rest and smoke before rush time. Asked him for a quick portrait, that he kindly accepted. I liked the scene and the perspective seemed to fit the focal.
This photo is the result of this quick photowalk, testing the 35mm. Not too bad, what do you think?
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I find this quite amazing...Only one rock separates the two bays, but the color of the water is sooo different. I took this photo from 220m above the sea level and the ship looks insignificantly small, but it was quite big.
Hasselblad 500C - 80mm Planar with 55mm extention tube - TMax 100 - Stand development 1 hour in Ilfotec HC 1:100
"Aún aquello insignificante, como granos de arena, cubren el gran vacío del infinito, llenándolo."
(Anónimo)
Realmente si somos insignificantes...
Acueducto de Segovia
Si la verdad es que somos totalmente insignificantes....
Portafiltros Lucroit+ nd10+ ndg 2 pasos + polarizado
Sony alpha 77 + tokina 11-16 f2,8
13 mms iso 50 f22 270 sgs.
I haven't been using Flickr as much this year, so I figured I could turn a beloved tradition (Flickr Year) into something new but equally familiar-looking.
So...welcome to my personal Doll Awards 🏆
This little insignificant ceremony includes five categories:
Doll of the year
Favourite Picture
Favourite Photoshoot
Favourite Casual Shot
Favourite Photo-Edited Shot
Let's start:
Doll of the year: Verity (Day Tripper OOAK)
For me this 2022 was pretty poor in doll pictures, but I think one of my dolls stood out.
Verity was one of the very few dolls who had the 'honour' of being redressed more than twice, being brought outdoors and endlessly combed. Since 2017, when her new life as a rerooted Day Tripper Poppy started, her freckled face and red and luscious hair never failed to bring me comfort and a smile, even in tumoultous times.
Favourite Picture: George and Myrtle at the Jupiter's Bar.
George and Myrtle's relationship is quite the complicated one, but I won't discuss the whys and the hows here. After all, this is just a small place to showcase some pretty doll pics!
However, I was particularly happy to have been able to portray their troubled but intense connection in this little photoshoot set at the Jupiter's Bar, a quite important place in my Dollyverse, where Judith (Wild At Heart Lilith) works as a waitress and where many events took place for many of my dolls.
Will this romance fully take off in 2023?
I have no idea, but dolly-dreams don't cost a thing :)
Favourite Photoshoot: Elodie at my town's Harbour
Back in September, Elodie (Go Home Rayna) took an exciting trip by the sea with me, my younger cousin and her camera.
I am aware this Rayna is a very beloved doll in the community, as well as a very rare and precious one, so I solemny swear I have been nothing but careful and caring with her and she didn't risk her dolly life among the waves 😁
Favourite Casual Shot: Cozy Savannah
Savannah (Beach Babe Poppy) is the latest addiction to my Integrity family. Compared to the majority of my dolls, she has been an impulse buy. She still doesn't have a fully formed character/a story to tell, but I am sure she will reveal herself sometime soon as she is already becoming one of my most beloved photography subjects.
She feels just so effortless in any picture, especially the more casual and not planned shots like this one.
Favourite Photo-Edited Shot: Jewel the Anti-Hero
It's me, hi, I am a Taylor Swift lookalike, It's me!
This picture was fun to make. I tried to replicate a frame of Taylor Swift's Anti-Hero video and I think I did fine.
It's far from perfect, of course, but I had fun and that's the only thing that should count.
Jewel (Simply Simpatico Poppy) had been a Swiftie for longer than me, so she was particularly happy to engage in this photo replica.
And...that's a wrap!
I hope you had a fun dolly 2022 and I wish your 2023 will be even better!
Happy New Year to whoever stops by!
It would be an insignificant photo if it weren't for the fact that that day I woke up at dawn, there was thick fog, and I was about to give up due to poor visibility. Then I thought I could scout the coast and see some seals on the rocks. So, I got ready anyway and set off. I scoured the entire peninsula, but there were no seals. The visibility was terrible because of the fog, but I still positioned myself by the fjord. After perhaps only half an hour, I heard a strong blow, but I couldn't see anything. Within another half hour, I barely glimpsed the back of a whale about a hundred meters away; I managed to take a few terrible photos, but they held great emotional value. This situation went on for several minutes, and I had the absurd idea of running back to the hotel to call my wife and then rushing back, considering the phone was unusable due to the lack of signal. It would have cost me at least forty minutes—fifteen to return to the hotel, wake her up, five to get her to dress quickly, and another twenty to get back to the spot, with the high risk that it might be too late; whales don't wait. I thought and rethought what to do; it was exciting just to hear the powerful blow in the thick fog. It was nice to enjoy this solitary listening, but it would have been even better to share this great emotion. I heard the blow four or five more times and concluded that if the whale gave me the satisfaction of surfacing near the coast and allowed me to take a nice burst of photos, I would dash like a rocket back to the hotel. After about ten minutes, the whale, as if it had heard my wishes, came out of the water just a few meters from the rocks; it was so close that with the telephoto lens, I couldn't fit it all in the frame. I was trembling with excitement; with a powerful blow, it took a breath and disappeared, giving me dozens of shots. Excited by the incredible event, I had to stick to the decision I had made earlier. I ran away and headed, running like a madman, to the hotel. I burst into the room and woke my wife with a certain euphoria, and she looked at me in shock. I ordered her to get dressed quickly without giving her any explanations, specifying only that it was a surprise. While she prepared with extreme trust, I went to my son's room, asked him to get dressed for a surprise, but he, still sleepy, wanted to know what it was about; otherwise, he wouldn't move. I was forced to reveal what I had seen, but he, who is not very adventurous, decided to stay in bed anyway. So I returned to my wife, who was ready, and we headed quickly to the spot. As soon as we arrived, I begged her to be silent and listen. The situation was very risky. It could have been too late because the whale, after scouring the seabed for almost an hour, might have left. The fog was still thick, and the minutes that passed without anything happening felt like hours. My wife looked at me in silence, not understanding anything, poor thing. I hoped with all my heart that it wasn't too late. After another interminable minute, fortunately, the whale surfaced to breathe, very far from us but with breaths very close together, which made us think there were at least two whales. The fin was barely seen twice, but the blow was heard very well, at least seven or eight times. Only later did my wife reveal to me that she thought I had taken her to see the seal I had found in the previous days. Before leaving, the whales gifted us with more powerful blows that took on an even more magical effect in the fog. "Thank you, intelligent and wonderful beings, for giving us unforgettable emotions."
When you see people in a landscape as vast as this, it does make you realise how insignificant we are.
Regurgitating! Taken with the Raynox150 macro...
Thanks for all of the interest in this shot, would never have thought an insignificant little fly could've generated so many views! I do like how the droplet has magnified the mouth parts though...
Sensoji Temple was the reason the insignificant village Asakusa became a town: Ieyasu, the Tokugawa shogun who created the great city of Edo and made it Japan’s de facto capital in the early 1600s saw in Sensoji a very convenient symbolism (also, being the toughest warlord of his time, he needed all the help he could get from the gods and Buddhas). According to ancient geomancy, potential invaders come either from the northeast or the southwest, the front and rear “demon gates”. Sensoji Temple was the guardian of the northeast gate and Zojoji Temple in Shiba, near Tokyo Tower took care of the southwest; Ieyasu made them both his family temples.
"There is nothing insignificant in the world. It all depends on the point of view."
~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Sculpture Trouvée, Witte Vrouwensingel, Utrecht
I really enjoy exploring the coastline to the south of here. Locations like Horsehead, Glasshouse and Camel Rock are all just a couple of hours drive away and look completely different to the rock structures you typically find here in the Shoalhaven. This is because they are beyond the edges of the Sydney Basin geology which stretches from Newcastle in the north to Batemans Bay in the south. The rock that makes up structures like today's photo of Camel Rock is really, really old. It started out life in Antarctica and was slowly nudged, torn, folded, compressed and fractured north for 500 million years, until it turned up here, just in time for me to fly my little drone around it. Makes you feel pretty insignificant to contemplate such massive timescales but not in a bad way. Have a great Wednesday everyone :)
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Valley of Fire State Park is one of the coolest parks I have ever visited - it is about 50 miles northeast of Las Vegas, Nevada. I have been there several times in the past, usually on bright sunny and hot days. This time was different - I hit the park as a winter storm was clearing in December 2012. It was very cold and windy, even for an Alaskan. The rain had just stopped and it looked like more was on the way. I expected the worst but everything turned out great - the clouds really brought out the colors, and some sun breaks (very few) really helped the lighting. I had the park to myself for about 4 hours - there were very few people out and about. Wow - what a great day!
This sounds odd but I dedicated this folder to a young lass in LV named Leah - she is a brilliant redhead that I was lucky enough to shoot with twice on this trip, and at prior Renaissance Festivals; she is a lovely redhead, great personality - both wild and serene, and very curvy - just like the roads and landscape at Valley of Fire. She is just an all around great person and she really encouraged me to go to the park despite the weather - thanks Leah
The tiny, almost insignificant flowers of the Aucuba Japonica Crotonifolia, commonly called the spotted laurel.
These flowers will mature into bright red berries, much sought-after by birds during cold winters, see www.flickr.com/photos/langhorns/2374160212/.
This is a hardy, almost indestructible, evergreen shrub which can grow to 3 or 4 metres tall.
He is having a birthday soon. He was 2 years younger when this was shot.
Have you ever made a mistake with your pictures? I did when I deleted the directory with the pictures of my grandson. I put a name on them that made them seem insignificant, so I deleted them without looking. The only thing I had left was a reduced size picture that I use for email.
"in-significant issue"
mar.abr.may2011
otoñosurprimaveranorte | ISBN 978-1-4457-9262-0
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in-significante
No ya las cosas sino el discurso de las cosas.
No ya la interacción con el objeto sino sólo con el discurso del objeto.
Ausencia de significados en un Imperio de significantes.
Update retórico: Discurso surfeador que no defiende ninguna postura, que sospecha.
Surfeador sin fondo, disecciones de un forense de los sentidos.
¿Sublimación de los lenguajes?
¿Deconstrucción apocalíptica?
¿Gestión de los desechos en el final del juego?
¿De qué hablamos cuando hablamos? ¿A qué hacemos referencia?
¿Sabe usted a qué me refiero?
El medio vuelto masaje.
Cuando el mensaje del medio es sólo el masaje del discurso.
Adicción masiva al soma diario de un discurso “renovado”, distractivo, sin consecuencias ni contenido, paradigmático en los mass-media y las redes sociales.
Las palabras y las cosas
Lo que se nombra y es nombrado, convenciones culturales, significante-significado-imagen acústica-etiquetas.
El canal como portador de ruido incontrolable…
¿Cada vez a más alto nivel (como se entiende esta fórmula en programación) y más lejos de los objetos y fenómenos?
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in-significant
Not even things but the discourse on things.
Not even interaction with the object but just with the discourse on the object.
Absence of significance in an Empire of signifiers.
Rhetorical update: Surfer discourse not defending any stance, just suspecting.
Bottomless surfer, dissections by a forensic surgeon of the senses.
Sublimation of languages?
Apocalyptic deconstruction?
Waste management at the end of the game?
What do we speak about when we speak? What do we refer to?
Do you know what I’m talking about?
The medium turned into massage.
When the message from the medium is just the massage of discourse.
Massive addiction to the daily soma of a “renewed” discourse, a distracting one, without consequences or content, paradigmatic on mass-media and social networks.
Words and things.
What names and is named, cultural conventions, significance-signifier-jingle-label.
Channel as the bearer of uncontrollable noise.
At a higher level every day (as this formula is understood in programming) and further from objects and phenomena?
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in-signifiant
Pas même les choses, mais le discours sur les choses.
Pas même l’interaction avec l’objet, mais seulement le discours sur l’objet.
Absence de signification dans un empire de signifiants.
Mise à jour rhétorique: le discours a-revendicatif de l’internaute, seulement soupçonneux.
Internaute sans fond, dissection par un médecin légiste du sens.
Sublimation des langues ?
Déconstruction apocalyptique ?
La gestion des déchets à la fin du jeu ?
De quoi parlons-nous lorsque nous parlons ? A quoi faisons-nous référence ?
Savez-vous de quoi je veux parler ?
Le message devenu massage.
Lorsque le message du medium n’est que le massage du discours.
Dépendance massive au soma quotidien d’un discours “rénové”, distrayant, sans conséquence ni contenu, paradigmatique de media de masse et de réseaux sociaux.
Les mots et les choses.
Ce qui nomme et est nommé, conventions culturels, signification-signifiant-bruitage-étiquette ?
Canal en tant que colporteur de bruits incontrôlables.
Toujours plus haut chaque jour (telle que cette formule est entendue en programmation) et de tant d’autres à partir d’objets et de phénomènes?
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INSIGNIFICANT
: not significant: as
a : lacking meaning or import
b : not worth considering : unimportant
c : lacking weight, position, or influence : contemptible
d : small in size, quantity, or number .........
Norwegian landscapes can make you feel a bit small.
Are we born understanding that there are some undeniable truths that can never be altered? Are we hard-wired to understand logical algorithms and speak in languages that everyone in the universe can understand, the language of numbers? Or are these ideas imprinted upon our sponge-like minds starting after taking our first breath?
We all start off in this world the same way: as a small insignificant seemingly empty egg. However, we are all equipped with the same powerful language that remains a constant throughout the universe and is the foundation for almost everything in life: math/science. We are all born with a unique intelligence and aptitude towards any number of talents and all we have to do is realize our potential.
I don’t believe that you have to be idolized or written about in books for centuries in order to affect change in the world. There are plenty of anonymous people out there who have made their undeniable mark upon the world; their legacy will never die. These people seem small and insignificant but what they do matters. You don’t have to be a genius to change the world or make a difference; you just have to have the ambition to push for your dreams no matter what comes your way.
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Hardy euphorbias, commonly known as spurges, make ideal plants for any gardener who rates themself as ‘keen but clueless’, yet a little bit adventurous. First and foremost they are excellent garden plants that can be used in the border and in containers, producing bold outlines and striking flowering displays. Although the true flowers are insignificant, euphorbias more than make up for it with eye-catching bracts borne during late spring and early summer. Secondly, euphorbias offer year-round interest, so are an important ingredient of a border display - providing structure as well as seasonal variety. They are all problem free, with a liking for a sunny position, although most will grow happily in semi-shade. Once the plants are established they are remarkably drought tolerant. Perhaps their only failing is that a few in the clan can become invasive if given a free reign. However, there are plenty of well-behaved varieties to choose from.
Euphorbias as a group are very diverse including the poinsettia (sold as a colourful house plant around Christmas time) as well as a range of succulent cactus-like species. However, it is only the hardy garden varieties we feature here. All euphorbias have milky sap which can irritate the skin and is poisonous if ingested, so always wear gloves and long sleeves when handling a member of this family.
Variety guide
Hardy euphorbias come in a range of colours shapes and sizes, so can be used in a variety of locations around the garden.
Back of the border
Larger euphorbias, such as the evergreen E. characias subsp. wulfenii grows to an impressive 1m or more, filling borders with their booming shapes, soft grey-blue leaves and fabulous limy-yellow flowerheads. One of the best varieties to grow is 'Lambrooke Gold' which has particularly large and bright flowerheads. Another good choice is 'John Tomlinson' which has more rounded flowers in a really bright shade of yellowish-green. 'Black Pearl' is more unusual, having pale green leaves and strikingly black eyes in the middle of the yellow flowers. Another large euphorbia is E. mellifera , it grows to 1.2m and can spread to 1.75m, if you let it. The leaves are a rich, fresh green with distinctive white veins. The brownish flowers are produced in spring and smell of honey. E. sikkimensis which doesn't bloom until later, produces particularly attractive bright pink new shoots in spring and yellow bracts in late summer. All make strong feature plants in the border.
Middle of the Border
A slightly smaller variety is 'Blue Wonder' which grows to 75cm and it has lovely, really blue, leaves. In a hot, sunny spot it looks gorgeous mixed with the purplish-blue foliage of Cerinthe major. For totally different look use E. palustris which grows to 90cm with brilliant yellow flower bracts against oblong pale-green bracts, these take on attractive orange tints in autumn. E. griffithii 'Fireglow' and 'Dixter' are lovely euphorbias with very dark green leaves against which the flowers are bright orange. E. schillingii is an excellent mid-border shrub, growing into a neat clump 75cm tall. It flowers in late summer, producing lime-green bracts which last right through the autumn. E. characias 'Humpty Dumpty' is also worth considering for although small, growing to only 60cm, it has all the magnificence of the larger E. x wulfenii varieties. Plant these euphorbias with grasses and bright flowered geums to bring out a tropical feel.
Front of the border
One of the best is the late spring flowering. E. polychroma which forms a bright green dome of foliage just 40cm high, covered in bright yellow bracts. Low-growing E. amygdaloides 'Purpurea' and 'Robbiae' both reach about 45cm and have dark evergreen glossy leaves that are purple or pale green respectively when young. Both these varieties bare greenish-yellow flowers in mid- to late spring.
From the 28th January 2019, the Turquoise line loses one of it's most significant and insignificant services at the time in one route, the 80!!
Running for as long as I can remember as the 81, then Locallink L13 and more recently the 80, this service provided an early morning link from Bulwell to Nottingham via Basford and Hyson Green before the trams commence, the first one from Hucknall being 0611 from Bulwell to Nottingham, the 80s departing at 0508 and 0556 on a broadly similar route.
From Bulwell Bus Station, the 80 followed the 68/69 route as far as Basford Tram Stop via Highbury Vale, then continued over Vernon Road passing Basford McDonalds and Radford Police Station into Hyson Green. From there, buses climbed Radford Road and Bentinck Road to reach Alfreton Road, where services headed up to Canning Circus, then down Talbot Street to terminate at South Sherwood Street.
Prior to the tram, this was the main way between Bulwell and Nottingham, with the original Turquoise 80 starting at Hempshill Vale every 20 minutes, the 81 starting at Bulwell Hall every 20 minutes and the 82 at Snape Wood every 10 minutes to offer a five minute headway between Bulwell Bus Station and Nottingham, the only services back then from Bulwell to Nottingham via Sherwood Rise were the 70 and 71, unlike today where everything from the Bulwell Estates goes that way too on the 68 and 69.
The bus which does the 80 in a morning will instead start in Bulwell three minutes earlier as a standard 79 to offer some some relief to the incredibly popular first 77C of the morning which is always excessively busy!!
659 sits in Bulwell Bus Station at 0502 ahead of running the first 80 to Nottingham.
Relationships should really start at the end.
It is only as you go through the crappy last emails, texts and phone calls requesting your stuff back and airing much stifled opinions that you really discover the true nature of the person that you were with.
My advice to all women – never leave anything at any man’s house, ever.
However insignificant the item seems at the time that you don’t feel like lugging home and however much you think that you would always be able to get it back even if you broke up because they are a reasonable, well brought up, well mannered chap who surely would have the decency maturity to be able to handle putting something in the post when politely asked. Just don’t. Take everything with you, every time. Think Littlest Hobo, imagine that whatever you leave behind will be rubbed all over with pubes or farted on, anything to ensure that you do not to do it.
I have left something behind nearly every time that I have slammed a front door behind me on a disappointing man. One can use this though to assess the true calibre of said man by how he deals with your property.
I have had my stuff plonked onto my windscreen as I got into my car to leave, been told it will be sold on Ebay (there ought be a whole category out there for these items of worn underwear, sleep smelling pyjamas and splayed toothbrushes.) I have paced impatiently at the front door wondering if the latest guy will be prompt with the post or if he will play the ‘I’m so busy with my amazing life’ game and keep me waiting. I myself must get rid of all items immediately, if not sooner. If he recently bought me dinner I must try to throw it up.
Recently I have had to endure another spate of email duelling with the latest to fall by the wayside whilst trying to get a framed print of mine returned. My vaso-dilation capabilities have been thoroughly tested. I am regularly experiencing that swell of heat to my cheeks and the throb of adrenalin as, with fury I read the next inadequate excuse.
‘Please don’t be mad at me I’m doing my best’
‘I’m not being slack, just got a lot on’
‘I have been sick and I kind of lied that I had posted it’
‘I’m really sick with a chest infection and I can’t lift my head’
‘At the moment I can’t afford £100 to buy it off you and I can’t get out to post it’
‘I’m lazy’
‘I will return your things but as I am out every night and every weekend this is proving quite difficult.’
(I can’t somehow imagine such excuses being given to a male mate if he had borrowed and not returned his collection of porn. Why do men not feel embarrassed about behaving like a great big girls blouses with women?)
‘I slightly resent the way you are pursuing me’
Upon reading this last comment I was ready to ‘go dark’ to retrieve the hostage print myself.
I imagine screeching up to and through the house in a colossal black SUV. I draw to a halt in the dining room, clamber out in seriously mean dykey black boots, crunch over the remains of the chandelier and through the slivers of Phillippe Starck polymer and delicately lift up my picture, whispering quietly as I cradle it, “I’m here now, I told you I would come for you.”
At the far end of the now crumpled table is a man in a girls blouse, all slumped forward.
“It’s alright, you don’t have to lift your head.”
My Dad taking a break while sitting in awe of the enormity of the small rock crevice in Lake Powell known as Hole in the Rock. In 1880 members of the Mormon church lowered down through this very spot 250 people, around 80 wagons, and hundreds of horses and cattle. Nobody was seriously injured and no property was lost.
View of Trekkers returning from the peak of Kalar Patthar (5,545m), with Pumori (7,161m) in the background.
Pumori (or Pumo Ri) is a mountain in the Himalaya on the Nepal-Tibet border. Pumori lies just eight kilometres west of Mount Everest. Pumori, which means "Unmarried Daughter" in the Sherpa dialect, was named by George Mallory. Climbers sometimes refer to Pumori as "Everest's Daughter". "Wikipedia"
Kala Patthar is a mountain in the Nepalese Himalaya. It appears as a big brown bump below the impressive south face of Pumori. Many trekkers in the region of Mount Everest will attempt to summit Kala Patthar, since it provides the most accessible point to view Mt. Everest from base camp to peak (due to the structure of Everest, the peak cannot be seen from the base camp). The views from almost anywhere on Kala Patthar of Everest, Lhotse and Nuptse are spectacular. "Wikipedia"
Birch Tor looks insignificant when viewed from the Warren Inn across the rolling bracken and heather of Headland Warren. However, close to it is a respectable size tor with an easy clamber of the rocks with horizontal planing. In Dartmoor National Park at SX 688 815
Another capture-release specimen from the same photoshoot as the earlier parrot snake. Stressed out, this colubrid snake released musk (an oily, putrid odour) from its cloaca in order to make it less appealing, and then curled up into this defensive position.
This subject was one of many subjects collected by a herpetology group working on a photographic field manual of Herps in Ecuador. There were more than 30 different individuals all held in sub-standard conditions over the course of days. Held in plastic and cloth bags, they were stressed out, mishandled, at least one died to my knowledge, and at the end they were released far from where they were caught. Although I wasn't involved in the project, or capture, I still photographed some of the species, and offered my logistical help to them on where they could find other species. It's one of those unfortunate incidents which was an eye-opener for me, and really forced me to look at my own practices and question them, even those small actions or subjects. They may appear small or insignificant, but it speaks to an overall respect for nature, and it can be a slippery slope into poorer and poorer practice. The tacit approval I gave amounted to an endorsement and I consider myself as much to blame as those doing the collecting. These practices are rife within macrophotography, and one should not expect experience, professionalism or status to be an indicator of a person's ethical standards. Always question whether something needs to be done and if it doesn't, don't support it.
Snail-eating snake (Dipsas sp.) from Sani lodge, Ecuador.
EE Legend
- Health injury/stress levels (scale 1-10-->☠️)
👣-Translocation
⏳-time in captivity
📷 - in situ - studio
🎨 - Use of cloning or extensive post processing
The woman, broken down with age, is sitting lonely to sun herself. In
this old age, when all the beloved ones walk off without a glance, she
finds her companionship from an insignificant fly. The creature comes
floating through the splendid sunlight.