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Lalu is a land of wonders. This is caused by natural phenomena. The Milky Way photography needs to be taken in dark and lightless places from the moon or light bulb.
Dies ist ein Blinder Höhlensalmler. Er gehört zur Art Astyanax mexicanus, aber der Blinde Höhlensalmler lebt ausschließlich in lichtlosen Höhlen und hat dadurch einige Merkmale (Pigmente, Augen) verloren. Jungfische haben oft noch kleine, sehtüchtige Augen. Mit zunehmendem Alter werden die Augen zurückgebildet, manchmal bei einem Exemplar rechts und links unterschiedlich stark. (Quelle: Wikipedia)
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This is a Blind Cave Fish, which belongs to the species Astyanax mexicanus. The Blind Cave Fish lives in lightless caves and has therefore lost some properties (e.g., skin pigments and eyes). When born, the Blind Cave Fish has eyes. As it grows older, skin just grows over them and the eyes degenerate completely, because there is no need for sight in the pitch-black world of a cave. (Source: Wikipedia)
An adult female Dougherty Plain Cave Crayfish from north Florida. These troglobites (cave adapted organisms) have lost their eye sight, but have developed other traits to help them in their subterranean, lightless environment. Long slender legs help them feel around in the dark, as do their long antennae. They incessantly explore their environment with these appendages, mapping out their way around.
[ Oscuridad ]
La oscuridad es la ausencia de luz. Científicamente, es posible alcanzar una cantidad reducida de luz. La respuesta emocional a la ausencia de luz ha inspirado diversas metáforas en literatura, en simbolismo y en las artes.
[ Darkness ]
Darkness (also called lightlessness) is the absence of light. Scientifically it is only possible to have a reduced amount of light. The emotional response to an absence of light has inspired metaphor in literature, symbolism in art, and emphasis.
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I am exquisitely sensitive to light. When the light fades in the winter, I fade with it; bright sunny days and light-filled rooms make me feel happy and alive. I crave the sensation of bright light so much that I can't even stand to wear sunglasses -- they make the world look too dreary.
When I think back about my past, those times in my life that were depressing and stressful always appear in my mind's eye in twilight tones, gloom-filled and shadowy-dark. I know that many of those occasions actually took place in the bright light of day, but my memory colors them grey and lightless. The happy times? Technicolor-bright and bathed in sunlit glow. That's just how my mind works, apparently.
So it's no surprise that I was diagnosed with SAD as an adult -- my brain really does react to light in a powerfully emotional way, and my brainsoup of neurochemicals apparently needs solar panels and klieg lights just to function properly.
And so I abhor winter, cloudfilled days, windowless rooms; I seek out and embrace open vistas, sunny skies, bright white light. I celebrate light in all its forms. I light a candle, but still curse the darkness.
Der helle Fisch ist ein Blinder Höhlensalmler, die dunklen sind Silbersalmler. Alle gehören zur selben Art, Astyanax mexicanus, aber der Blinde Höhlensalmler lebt ausschließlich in lichtlosen Höhlen und hat dadurch einige Merkmale (Pigmente, Augen) verloren. Jungfische haben oft noch kleine, sehtüchtige Augen. Mit zunehmendem Alter werden die Augen zurückgebildet, manchmal bei einem Exemplar rechts und links unterschiedlich stark. (Quelle: Wikipedia)
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The bright fish is a Blind Cave Fish, the dark ones are normal Mexican Tetra. All belong to the same species, Astyanax mexicanus, but the Blind Cave Fish lives in lightless caves and has therefore lost some properties (e.g., skin pigments and eyes). When born, the Blind Cave Fish has eyes. As it grows older, skin just grows over them and the eyes degenerate completely, because there is no need for sight in the pitch-black world of a cave. (Source: Wikipedia)
In the lightless whisper of night, a feathered specter hears my plea. “I am always changing,” she repeats to me. “Leave these ageless ruins and soon you will see.”
"A square (neutral, shapeless) canvas, five feet high, as high as a man, as wide as a man's outstretched arms (not large, not small, sizeless), trisected (no composition), one horizontal form negating one vertical form (formless, no top, no bottom, directionless), three (more or less) dark (lightless) no-contrasting (colorless) colors, brushwork brushed out to remove brushwork, a matte, flat free-hand painted surface (glossless, textureless, non-linear, no hard edge, no soft edge) wich does not reflect its sorroundings--a pure, abstract, non-objective, timeless, spaceless, changeless, relationless, disinterested painting-- an object that is self-conscious (no unconsciusness) ideal, trascendent, aware of no thing but art (absolutely no anti-art) 1961.
Ad Reinhardt. Art as Art. pg 83.
disgarded broken timber
Adam and went to go down to brookwood cemetery. we drove for an hour parked up and walked to some interesting crypts, set up the camera went to take a shot when a bloke walked up. he said the owners were a bit funny about taking photos and we should go and talk to them to see what they say. we made our way to the office contacted a woman within who was a bit shocked about the late our. anyway turns out we walked past a big sign that says 'no photography or filming' it wasn't lit so we didn't see it!. we had to leave, on the way back we went to this old haunt. turned out a good night after all
Suddenly, we have a surfeit of spare time.
Due to the change in plans, for the next three days we only have one safari per day, and today that was in the afternoon.
So, a morning free.
So, a lay in?
Not quite.
It was suggested to do some birding at just after dawn, so meet at reception at nine for a short walk to the river.
Only my back said otherwise, so I bailed and sat on the veranda watching the birds come and go, and the camp wake up.
Toast for breakfast, and a piss poor cup of coffee, but its all we need, as next item is a trip to the nearest town for some shopping.
The nearby town is fairly large, has a great many shops and businesses, a bus station with the main road running through it.
I said on Blue Sky earlier that it was hot, dusty, busy, colourful, and friendly.
All true.
The bus came for us at eleven, and dropped us on the main street, where it was already approaching forty degrees. Apparently folks come up here to escape the heat of the plain.
I don't know about that, but it was hot enough for us.
John had to get some painkillers, Jools wanted some material from quilt-making back home. And Ian wanted saffron.
We had parked outside a pharmacy, so John got his pills. We walked on but the mix of shops, smells and colour made it hard sometimes to know what some shops sold.
We couldn't have done it without our fixer/guide, Mahindra, who acted as translator.
On one corner of the street, on the kerb, a guy was fixing and cleaning shoes, using his feet to hold them in place, while on the other corner, a man of similar age was repairing a cheap suitcase.
No doubt it looked new when he'd done.
With Jools buying material, Mahindra and I went on the search for saffron. The most expensive substance on earth, pound for pound.
Just one shop sold it in the town, as Indians don't eat much of it. I got four packets, which will last.
Even here in India, its very expensive.
We walked back to the material shop, then to the main road, where the bus was called for, and in the midday heat, we stood and waited until our mini-bus appeared.
We climbed on, turned the air con to max, and we were driven back to the hotel, where it was nearly time for lunch.
Lunch was the same. Tasty, but still curry.
And at half two, we assembled for the 18th safari of the trip.
Corbett NP is much larger than the three previous ones we visited, so meetings with tigers are much rarer. And the gate we had to use this first time, was a 35 minute drive from the hotel, through the backstreets of the town, and into the countryside.
Into the park, and right away we see a herd of 5 elephants heading to a watering hole, and witness their joy as they plunge in drinking and splashing.
Driving on we came across a group of monkeys, one female had a new morn in her arms, that screamed for her to hold tighter.
We took shots.
We saw a new species of Bee-eater, and that was about it.
Come five there was rumours of two tigers on the move, but with several watering holes they could have chosen, we and the other jeeps drove in circles for an hour with no sightings reported.
We then had an hour's drive back to the hotel, across the park, then along the country road and into the town, before a final twenty minutes on the main road to the resort.
In the gloaming it was almost beautiful, but as the sun set and dusk settled, traffic got heavier as we neared the town, the chorus of horns, and most vehicles had no lights on.
It was chaos.
Madness.
Into the town, and along narrow streets with scooters overtaking us, and more coming the other way, horns blaring and lightless.
And then the joy of the main road at night. Let's just say we were glad to get out safe and sound just after seven, still alive.
More curry for dinner at eight. We have now drunk the resort out of Coke and are now on Sprite.
"The Unlocked Door to the Other World" Lightless Moor
Backstage Video
Dress & MakeUp - TramaNera Creation
Directed and produced by Fabio Ortu
Shot at the Amphitheatre of the Municipality of Mogoro (Oristano)
Dancer: Daniela Macciò
Lights: Roberto Uda
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Suddenly, we have a surfeit of spare time.
Due to the change in plans, for the next three days we only have one safari per day, and today that was in the afternoon.
So, a morning free.
So, a lay in?
Not quite.
It was suggested to do some birding at just after dawn, so meet at reception at nine for a short walk to the river.
Only my back said otherwise, so I bailed and sat on the veranda watching the birds come and go, and the camp wake up.
Toast for breakfast, and a piss poor cup of coffee, but its all we need, as next item is a trip to the nearest town for some shopping.
The nearby town is fairly large, has a great many shops and businesses, a bus station with the main road running through it.
I said on Blue Sky earlier that it was hot, dusty, busy, colourful, and friendly.
All true.
The bus came for us at eleven, and dropped us on the main street, where it was already approaching forty degrees. Apparently folks come up here to escape the heat of the plain.
I don't know about that, but it was hot enough for us.
John had to get some painkillers, Jools wanted some material from quilt-making back home. And Ian wanted saffron.
We had parked outside a pharmacy, so John got his pills. We walked on but the mix of shops, smells and colour made it hard sometimes to know what some shops sold.
We couldn't have done it without our fixer/guide, Mahindra, who acted as translator.
On one corner of the street, on the kerb, a guy was fixing and cleaning shoes, using his feet to hold them in place, while on the other corner, a man of similar age was repairing a cheap suitcase.
No doubt it looked new when he'd done.
With Jools buying material, Mahindra and I went on the search for saffron. The most expensive substance on earth, pound for pound.
Just one shop sold it in the town, as Indians don't eat much of it. I got four packets, which will last.
Even here in India, its very expensive.
We walked back to the material shop, then to the main road, where the bus was called for, and in the midday heat, we stood and waited until our mini-bus appeared.
We climbed on, turned the air con to max, and we were driven back to the hotel, where it was nearly time for lunch.
Lunch was the same. Tasty, but still curry.
And at half two, we assembled for the 18th safari of the trip.
Corbett NP is much larger than the three previous ones we visited, so meetings with tigers are much rarer. And the gate we had to use this first time, was a 35 minute drive from the hotel, through the backstreets of the town, and into the countryside.
Into the park, and right away we see a herd of 5 elephants heading to a watering hole, and witness their joy as they plunge in drinking and splashing.
Driving on we came across a group of monkeys, one female had a new morn in her arms, that screamed for her to hold tighter.
We took shots.
We saw a new species of Bee-eater, and that was about it.
Come five there was rumours of two tigers on the move, but with several watering holes they could have chosen, we and the other jeeps drove in circles for an hour with no sightings reported.
We then had an hour's drive back to the hotel, across the park, then along the country road and into the town, before a final twenty minutes on the main road to the resort.
In the gloaming it was almost beautiful, but as the sun set and dusk settled, traffic got heavier as we neared the town, the chorus of horns, and most vehicles had no lights on.
It was chaos.
Madness.
Into the town, and along narrow streets with scooters overtaking us, and more coming the other way, horns blaring and lightless.
And then the joy of the main road at night. Let's just say we were glad to get out safe and sound just after seven, still alive.
More curry for dinner at eight. We have now drunk the resort out of Coke and are now on Sprite.
No matter how much cute stuff and happiness she tried to surround herself with, her hurt and grief struck her more with every passing moment. It felt as though she had been torn in two, and she grieved in her lightless world alone.
It's not clear when this photo was taken, but since that whole entryway structure is not original, this must be in the late 60s or early 70s, possibly later. This face was originally the side wall of the church - there had been an arched window where that door, vestibule and steps are now. The original front door was down the right side, by that tiny window you see there. This vestibule was added in the 70s, I think. Exact date unknown. The 1974 City of Vancouver archive photo (see next in series) shows neither the sign nor the cross, but I don't know if that means this photo is earlier or later than that.
That Japanese curly cedar to the left of the front door was still there when I moved in, not much bigger than that, but then it's fully lightless on the north side there so it wasn't growing fast, if at all.
That doesn't look like the cross I took down - it looks skinnier, so the Good Shepherd Mission must have taken it away with them when they passed the building over to the Vietnamese United Church.
The Mole Creek Karst National Park was declared in 1996 to provide protection for some of the finest and most visited cave systems in the State, including Marakoopa and King Solomons Cave. Both caves are open to the public, and provide the opportunity to take a deeper look into the fascinating world of 'karst' landscapes.
The Mole Creek area is renowned for its caves. Marakoopa and King Solomons Caves are but two caves in an area that contains over 300 known caves and sinkholes. Other typical karst features in this area include gorges and large underground streams and springs.
Both caves are home to a range of fascinating animals which have evolved features which allow them to adapt to their lightless environments. The glow-worm display in Marakoopa Cave is the largest you'll see in any public access cave anywhere in Australia. For the visitor, the Mole Creek Karst National Park offers a range of activities. Although guided tours of the caves will be high on your agenda, don't miss the opportunity to take a short walk through the beautiful forests in which these caves occur.
the old social club on the site
Adam and went to go down to brookwood cemetery. we drove for an hour parked up and walked to some interesting crypts, set up the camera went to take a shot when a bloke walked up. he said the owners were a bit funny about taking photos and we should go and talk to them to see what they say. we made our way to the office contacted a woman within who was a bit shocked about the late our. anyway turns out we walked past a big sign that says 'no photography or filming' it wasn't lit so we didn't see it!. we had to leave, on the way back we went to this old haunt. turned out a good night after all
the building was abandoned when it was half finishd.
Adam and went to go down to brookwood cemetery. we drove for an hour parked up and walked to some interesting crypts, set up the camera went to take a shot when a bloke walked up. he said the owners were a bit funny about taking photos and we should go and talk to them to see what they say. we made our way to the office contacted a woman within who was a bit shocked about the late our. anyway turns out we walked past a big sign that says 'no photography or filming' it wasn't lit so we didn't see it!. we had to leave, on the way back we went to this old haunt. turned out a good night after all
Lies are lures which harm and divide us. Algorithms for social networks steer consumers towards polarizing content. Is it any wonder, then, that substantial numbers of people have believed that COVID-19 is a hoax, or alternatively, that there was a conspiracy to deliberately create and spread the virus. During the COVID-19 "infodemic", people have touted and ingested harmful chemicals and bogus cures, leading to injuries and deaths. Just when vaccines are most needed, anti-vaxxers use social media to spread fear. According to a recent poll, only half of Americans say that they would get a COVID-19 vaccine if available. Occupying ocean watery depths devoid of sunlight, the small and terrifying anglerfish is the perfect mascot for the COVID-19 “infodemic”. The female angler fish flaunts a spiny lure that emits light with the help of bacteria. The bright lure attracts prey and mates alike. The rest is a nightmare. Prey animals are quickly devoured by needle-like teeth. For many species, the male becomes a parasitic, sperm factory after biting his mate to latch permanently onto her body. The angry-looking anglerfish lives in the lonely, lightless bottom of the sea. Likewise, pandemic disinformation erupts from the infernal regions of the internet. 06/20/2020
Charles Baudelaire; from "Fleurs du Mal."
English translation:
The desert will be fruitful, the arid rock will flow
Before the footsteps of these wayfarers, who go
Eternally into the lightless realm of chance.
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The Mole Creek Karst National Park was declared in 1996 to provide protection for some of the finest and most visited cave systems in the State, including Marakoopa and King Solomons Cave. Both caves are open to the public, and provide the opportunity to take a deeper look into the fascinating world of 'karst' landscapes.
The Mole Creek area is renowned for its caves. Marakoopa and King Solomons Caves are but two caves in an area that contains over 300 known caves and sinkholes. Other typical karst features in this area include gorges and large underground streams and springs.
Both caves are home to a range of fascinating animals which have evolved features which allow them to adapt to their lightless environments. The glow-worm display in Marakoopa Cave is the largest you'll see in any public access cave anywhere in Australia. For the visitor, the Mole Creek Karst National Park offers a range of activities. Although guided tours of the caves will be high on your agenda, don't miss the opportunity to take a short walk through the beautiful forests in which these caves occur.
In the lightless whisper of night, a feathered specter hears my plea. “I am always changing,” she repeats to me. “Leave these ageless ruins and soon you will see.”
The story goes... an expedition first
to find this planet tried to land. And then
they disappeared. They say the ship was cursed.
They say the ship came down too fast, and when
it hit the atmosphere its systems failed.
Reportedly, the hull was seen submerged
in lightless water undersea. We sailed
to where they say it was - where myth diverged
from all we really know... So long ago...
A hundred more reported sightings, years
of tracking down the truth, and we don’t know
much more than when we started: disappeared...
We only found the places it was not;
the myth’s all that remains of what we sought.
© Keith Ward 2006
I was undecided until the last minute whether to use an image of the wrecked spacecraft on the ocean-bottom in a deep blue cast; or just use an image suggesting the surface of water (an image which, of course, really isn't water, but lights at night taken with long exposure). I went with the water surface because of the poem's ending on the myth, and because the picture evoked in one line of the sonnet was of the spaceship lying "submerged in lightless water undersea." Lightless. Nothing visual unless it's seen in a spotlight from an underwater craft - which is an image I don't have... Yet... :)
Click here for more about this image and this series, SF Sonnets.
Canvasback - male
Richard W. De Korte Park
Lyndhurst, New Jersey
Unfortunately this was taken on one of the many lightless and dreary January days that we'd been having. Saps most of the detail.
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Unauthorized use or reproduction for any reason is prohibited
Mosses are similar to lichens in their epiphytic relationships with other organisms, such as trees. One distinction between lichens and moss is that because lichens contain fungi, they are heterotrophs, meaning they depend on other organisms for their nutrients. Where as with mosses, they are autotrophs because they create their nutrients from photosynthesis, such as carbohydrates. Along with this distinction, mosses are commonly found in very damp and lightless environments, contrary to the various extreme environments lichens can survive in. An example is moss growing on the north side of tree trunks. In that aspect moss not only reveals its preferred environment, but it also assists humans in wayfinding, a helpful survival technique.
The Mole Creek Karst National Park was declared in 1996 to provide protection for some of the finest and most visited cave systems in the State, including Marakoopa and King Solomons Cave. Both caves are open to the public, and provide the opportunity to take a deeper look into the fascinating world of 'karst' landscapes.
The Mole Creek area is renowned for its caves. Marakoopa and King Solomons Caves are but two caves in an area that contains over 300 known caves and sinkholes. Other typical karst features in this area include gorges and large underground streams and springs.
Both caves are home to a range of fascinating animals which have evolved features which allow them to adapt to their lightless environments. The glow-worm display in Marakoopa Cave is the largest you'll see in any public access cave anywhere in Australia. For the visitor, the Mole Creek Karst National Park offers a range of activities. Although guided tours of the caves will be high on your agenda, don't miss the opportunity to take a short walk through the beautiful forests in which these caves occur.
This visual study explores the interplay of light and form within a vast, lightless chamber, where a dichotomy of black surfaces and intense white beams create an immersive spatial experience
Tucked away in the stern of the boat, still ruled by the same obsession to stay concealed in the night shadows and lightless caves and other pockets of darkness, in which she spends her immortality, the Mouse Woman lost her place among the other characters of her own myth, an important part of the Bear Mother story, and barely squeezed in at the opposite end of the boat, under the tail of the Raven. No human, beast or monster has yet seen her in the flesh, so she may or may not look like this.
yeah.. so for the past week i have been left with no electricity, internet, warm water, cable or interaction with the outside world.. x_x the snow caused all these trees to fall around my house especially the part where the chickens live and it was crazy as fuhhhhhhh. We couldnt leave the house because the snow was too high and the lack of electricity left the house freezing cold and lightless so my family and i became basically prisoners in our own home. carrying candles around wherever we go and sleep with layers upon layers of blankets xP For the people who've been to my house.. you should know how scary it is when it's dark.. and that past week tuesday - this tuesday o_o it was darknesssss upon darkness inside of dakrness covered in darkness with winds billowing and random noises every second x______X ehh but we survived of the leftovers in the fridge...
so.. u can barely even see the tree that fell o_o lolfail
This is a picture of my backyard.. several pictures stitched together from thorughout the day... i think it looks interesting.. lol anddddd theres the tree that fell.. it's been there since forever and now it's gone D: nuhhhhh
Suddenly, we have a surfeit of spare time.
Due to the change in plans, for the next three days we only have one safari per day, and today that was in the afternoon.
So, a morning free.
So, a lay in?
Not quite.
It was suggested to do some birding at just after dawn, so meet at reception at nine for a short walk to the river.
Only my back said otherwise, so I bailed and sat on the veranda watching the birds come and go, and the camp wake up.
Toast for breakfast, and a piss poor cup of coffee, but its all we need, as next item is a trip to the nearest town for some shopping.
The nearby town is fairly large, has a great many shops and businesses, a bus station with the main road running through it.
I said on Blue Sky earlier that it was hot, dusty, busy, colourful, and friendly.
All true.
The bus came for us at eleven, and dropped us on the main street, where it was already approaching forty degrees. Apparently folks come up here to escape the heat of the plain.
I don't know about that, but it was hot enough for us.
John had to get some painkillers, Jools wanted some material from quilt-making back home. And Ian wanted saffron.
We had parked outside a pharmacy, so John got his pills. We walked on but the mix of shops, smells and colour made it hard sometimes to know what some shops sold.
We couldn't have done it without our fixer/guide, Mahindra, who acted as translator.
On one corner of the street, on the kerb, a guy was fixing and cleaning shoes, using his feet to hold them in place, while on the other corner, a man of similar age was repairing a cheap suitcase.
No doubt it looked new when he'd done.
With Jools buying material, Mahindra and I went on the search for saffron. The most expensive substance on earth, pound for pound.
Just one shop sold it in the town, as Indians don't eat much of it. I got four packets, which will last.
Even here in India, its very expensive.
We walked back to the material shop, then to the main road, where the bus was called for, and in the midday heat, we stood and waited until our mini-bus appeared.
We climbed on, turned the air con to max, and we were driven back to the hotel, where it was nearly time for lunch.
Lunch was the same. Tasty, but still curry.
And at half two, we assembled for the 18th safari of the trip.
Corbett NP is much larger than the three previous ones we visited, so meetings with tigers are much rarer. And the gate we had to use this first time, was a 35 minute drive from the hotel, through the backstreets of the town, and into the countryside.
Into the park, and right away we see a herd of 5 elephants heading to a watering hole, and witness their joy as they plunge in drinking and splashing.
Driving on we came across a group of monkeys, one female had a new morn in her arms, that screamed for her to hold tighter.
We took shots.
We saw a new species of Bee-eater, and that was about it.
Come five there was rumours of two tigers on the move, but with several watering holes they could have chosen, we and the other jeeps drove in circles for an hour with no sightings reported.
We then had an hour's drive back to the hotel, across the park, then along the country road and into the town, before a final twenty minutes on the main road to the resort.
In the gloaming it was almost beautiful, but as the sun set and dusk settled, traffic got heavier as we neared the town, the chorus of horns, and most vehicles had no lights on.
It was chaos.
Madness.
Into the town, and along narrow streets with scooters overtaking us, and more coming the other way, horns blaring and lightless.
And then the joy of the main road at night. Let's just say we were glad to get out safe and sound just after seven, still alive.
More curry for dinner at eight. We have now drunk the resort out of Coke and are now on Sprite.
Cave Weta belong to the Rhaphidophoridae family
The orthopteran family Rhaphidophoridae includes the cave wetas, cave crickets, camel crickets and sand treaders,and Jumpers of the suborder Ensifera, most are found in association with caves, animal burrows, cellars, under stones, in wood or in similar environments. Those occurring in New Zealand, Australia, and Tasmania are typically referred to as wetas.The 60 species of cave weta have extra-long antennae, and may have long, slender legs, a passive demeanour. Although they have no hearing organs on their front legs some are very sensitive to ground vibrations sensed through pads on their feet. Specialised hairs on the cerci and organs on the antennae are also sensitive to low frequency vibrations in the air. Cave weta may be active within the confines of their caves during the daytime, and those individuals close to cave entrances venture outside at night.
Cave weta have very large hind legs with "drumstick-shaped" femora and long, slender antennae. They are brownish in color and rather humpbacked in appearance, always wingless, and up to two inches/5 cm long in body and 10 cm (4 inches) for the legs. On young crickets the body may appear translucent.
Their distinctive limbs and antennae serve a double purpose. Typically living in a lightless environment, or active at night, they rely heavily on their sense of touch, which is limited by reach. While they have been known to take up residence in the basements of buildings, many cave crickets live out their entire lives deep inside actual caves. In those habitats they sometimes face long spans of time with insufficient access to nutrients. To avoid starvation, they have been known to devour their own extremities, even though they cannot regenerate limbs. Given their limited vision, cave crickets will often jump towards any perceived threat in an attempt to frighten it away. Their large hind legs allow them to jump high and far.
As the name implies, cave crickets are commonly found in caves. However, most species live in other cool, damp situations such as in wells, rotten logs, stumps and hollow trees, and under damp leaves, stones, boards, and logs.