Aspettando l'estate...

Waiting for the summer...

En attendant l'été...

Not many insects about this morning in the Hortus. And many seemed lethargic. This Carder Bee was buzzing a bit and creeping around on Spanish Love-in-a-Mist flowers but without much enthusiasm. Autumn is clearly in the air.

February 2nd, 2020

High of 57 degrees Fahrenheit

54 degrees Fahrenheit at capture

This older salamander was flipped under a chunk of conrete near running water from a seepage. The cold days prior left ice from the flowing water nearby where the salamander was flipped. Though lethargic at first, the salamander warmed up quickly and actively sought cover when released. This day was much warmer compared to the preceding and following days, and low temperatures were generally in the 30's.

Coles County, Illinois

Actually, this Green Heron had successfully caught a dragonfly only a few minutes earlier ..... so was probably feeling a bit lethargic during this hunt!

Taken at Lakes Regional Park, Fort Myers, Florida.

As always, thank you so much for stopping by and for leaving any comments or faves, they are very much appreciated.

May 1st, 2021 7:00AM

High of 79 degrees Fahrenheit

52 degrees Fahrenheit at capture

On the second warm, sunny day of the week after some rain earlier in the week, this and dozens of other ringneck snakes and other species were observed under rocks. The night temperatures did not dip below fifty degrees, and wind would pick up as the day went on stifling surface activity. At this particular moment, most animals under rocks were cold and lethargic.

La astilla clavada

En numerosas ocasiones nos cuesta salir del letargo en el que estamos inmersos, hasta que un día despertamos, cambiamos nuestra dirección y el hecho de superar la situación con éxito nos lleva a descubrir la fuerza que todos llevamos dentro....lee más www.grada.es/la-astilla-clavada-amparo-garcia-iglesias/bl...

Don’t let those looks deceive you. They may appear to be large and slow but their reactions can be released in the blink of an eye like a bolt of lightning. Never let those looks deceive you. This one is roughly ten feet long and just trying to soak up the sun. Photo taken on Horsepen Bayou.

Attended the graduation of my grandson from Texas A&M University where he graduated Magna Cum Laude in just three years. He will take a brief break and begin work on his law degree. So enormously proud of him and his accomplishments.

I’ll add that I may not be able to post or comment daily but want to stay connected with everyone. I'll try to get to everyone's posts shortly. Wishing everyone a peaceful and restful weekend. Peace.

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June 5th, 2021 8:00AM

High of 84 degrees Fahrenheit

66 degrees Fahrenheit at capture

On a warm, sunny day following several, this snake was flipped under a small flat rock on a southwest facing igneous glade. The ground underneath the rock was relatively dry, unlike most areas of the glade where water was still draining off and saturating underneath the rocks. The snake was lethargic and then defensive, striking often.

Wayne County, Missouri

May 21st, 2023 11:00AM

High of 76 degrees Fahrenheit

Low of 49 degrees Fahrenheit

69 degrees Fahrenheit at capture

About mid-morning a friend and I tag teamed a large dolomite bald knob in Southwestern Missouri on a mostly sunny day, targeting the usual glade species. Many were found, but overall few snakes were observed. This kingsnake was flipped under a small, flat rock on the Northwestern side of the glades, near the peak. The rock was heavily flanked by vegetation. Upon capture the snake was lethargic but quickly warmed up, making photographs difficult. After pictures it was released.

Stone County, Missouri

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Ello Poppets, been a while ennit! Well as you know if you have read my last installment of the shoppers guides for the lunatic, I have been not a well bunny of late... then when I did feel better I have been really zoned out and lethargic and extremely sleepy pretty much all the time. Today is the first time in about a week when I actually feel I can string together something tangible and mildly interesting to present to you all. So I have been sitting thinking what I can possibly talk to you about, first I thought maybe talking about how ITV have totally ruined The Voice UK for me (Yes I realize about 2/3 of my audience are not English so will have not a clue of what I speak....

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May 20th, 2023 11:00AM

High of 78 degrees Fahrenheit

Low of 60 degrees Fahrenheit

71 degrees Fahrenheit at capture

On a day that began with light rain showers after an evening of storms, a friend and I paid visit to a large cypress swamp. Along the flooded perimeter we rolled logs and kicked up muck in hopes of finding a mudsnake. Shortly after we began, the sun began to peak out from behind the clouds and became more consistent. Maybe 20 minutes after starting, I rolled a long, thin log half in the water and half out and noticed this small snake lethargically try to crawl away as I did so. This snake attempted escape at every opportunity and was released after photos.

Faulkner County, Arkansas

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July 18th, 2021 1:00PM

High of 85 degrees Fahrenheit

82 degrees Fahrenheit at capture

On a mostly cloudy day after several brief rainshowers, I was able to find this snake under cover in a thick deciduous forest on a south-facing hillside. The snake was lethargic upon capture, but after being handled quickly began defensively showing its belly and attempting escape.

Morgan County, Tennessee

Not the happiest of photos as this poor chap looked a bit lethargic but hopefully it made its way back out to sea

I am amazed at the gamut of questions and statements in response to this

www.formspring.com/forms/?674434-3874Fujbg9

(go on, you can do it...)

Thanks everyone....

1. Q; talk to me: OK, what an interesting idea, and here's one that has been bugging me -

Is our sense of beauty in art primarily ancestral, or is it primarily learnt? Does our evolved preference for savannah like scenes, beautiful (healthy) faces and bodies, food, safety and comfort act as a foundation for all of our learned preferences in art, or is it a primary filter through which we view everything, at least on some level? Or can other fundamental metaphors, learned more than inherited, and cultural more than evolved, be a completely separate basis for artistic delight and WOW! The question is inspired by (for me) the surprising uniformity in artistic preference across cultures, exemplified by flickr. Appreciation of much art (although not all derivative, modernist and minimalist forms) seems somewhat universal - we intuitively enjoy Chinese architecture, Afrikan sculpture, or Japanese art, even if we don't have the cultural reference points to understand it.

A: I don't even know where to begin.

In my sleep-deprived state coupled with the garden-variety summer lethargy, all I can seem to say is that is such an impressive question, I think trying to answer it would never do justice to its tidy profound perfection.

I am going to answer this in a bit, after I have warmed up...

2: Q: talk to me: What makes a photograph interesting to you? How does a photographer or contact hold your interest?

A: That is one I can't answer.

Sometimes it makes a lot of sense, if the person is a great photographer and they have a lot to teach, and others out of habit. Many (if not most) of my contacts truly hate flower macros, and yet they have politely lasted through my most painful and protracted attempts. If they hang in there, they have won me over. This is the litmus test, whether they one day send me a raging e-mail in all caps threatening flag my photos if there is ONE MORE OVERSATURATED LILY.

I am sure their fingers have hovered over the "remove this contact"option more than a few times.

These are my friends, and I respond in kind~

3.Q: How was the shower?

A: It was awesome.

I went an hour out of the city to a friend's house and we sat on sawed off lawn chairs staring at the sky and talking until we were covered with dew. The meteors were everywhere, just never where I had pointed my camera.

Ever.

And I probably had all my settings wrong, but the night was good, the company wonderful, and I can pretend there was cloud cover...

4.Q: talk to me: Did you see any Perseid meteors?

A: (See really lame excuse above, and example of a lovely meteorless night down the the comments)

talk to me: sweet dreams

who ever, where ever, u are

A:

:) goodnight, friend~

Q: talk to me: now that ur n 2 photography so deep, could u ever live without it???

A: I could, but it would be like losing an appendage.

It is--has become--an addiction.

Q: talk to me: When will I be born?

A: I guess when you let go of everything

(Every question that came, I thought of who had sent it... and with the exception of a few, I have no idea. But this one really stumped me and sent my poor underexcercised brain limping down a path that led in many directions~)

Q: talk to me: I’ve run out of laundry detergent. I have a large load to finish quickly. Can I use dish soap in the washing machine?

Of course!

And then you can serve dinner inside your socks, pita-fashion.

Q: talk to me: Hello my name is Denis

What is this form about? Why oh why?

A: (See the first question)

Q: talk to me: Why don't you ever answer e-mails?

A: Hi Mum! :)

Q:talk to me: For me love is just a dream . . . . Why it can't be real for everybody?

A: I think it is a dream for everyone~

---Flickr keeps hiccuping back everything I write.

I'll try later when it has held its breath and swallowed a glass of water---

Q: talk to me: Do you also experience the evaporation of the world around you when your eye and soul re capturing those beautiful or interesting images? :-)

A: That is a perfect way of describing what happens. It simply vanishes~

Q: talk to me: You are attending a wedding of someone you barely know. Suddenly the Bride and Groom lead a march in and around the reception location, adding guests' at the end of the line with The Bunny Hop tune playing. Your luck as the last person in line is an attractive well dressed man. Do you, finish your drink and jump in or slip off to the bathroom until the music stops?

A: You lost me at The Bunny Hop :)

Not even for a D3~

Q: talk to me: Do you dream in color?

A: I dream in low resolution, and the colour, if any, is faint.

Q: talk to me: If you were selected to be the photographer on the first manned mission to Mars would you accept the challenge?

A: They would never select me. I don't even know how work a flash, and unless there are cute little flowers on Mars, I'd be useless anyway...

Q: talk to me: Is there anybody there? Does anybody care?

A: Always, but perhaps not always the ones we want to care for us...

Q: talk to me: How tall are you?

A: Somewhere between 5'10" and 5'11"

I used to hate it, but it doesn't bother me any more

Q: talk to me: is any body in there ?

A: Yes, I am just very slow :)

very

very

slow...

Q:talk to me: Ever wonder if your best shot has been taken? What gets you to the next one?

A: I don't think I have a best, or at least it keeps changing (in my opinion)

I never have any problem getting to the next one. It's a question of doing it in a way that does not irritate everyone around me.

I do have a problem with the grim desaturation of winter, though. I lose a lot of inspiration when the sun is cold and bare.

A serious case of springtime lethargy in the Darmstadt pedestrian precinct. The sign in the window suggested an association to this great song by The Sisters of Mercy.

Please view in full size for the full sleepy feeling.

Red stimulates and excites your nerves, pulse rate and blood circulation, and lends energy to your entire system. When you are fatigued, lethargic or sluggish for any reason, red has an energizing influence.

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Ten years on Flickr

I’m not sure that we understand the significance of this error: the human being, reduced to his biological and sociological antecedents, becomes a puppet, a marionette in the hands of “superhuman forces.” And thus there is no more “I.” The “I” is like a stone that is swept away by the current of these forces. The “I” as a personal, autonomous reality, with a capacity for freedom, able to act as a subject in history and circumstances, is no more, because everything is unloaded on antecedents of every type: psychological, social, or biological. Polito calls it the “opiate of de-responsibilization.” Without the “I,” without freedom—because everything is determined by these factors—what responsibility is possible in the face of reality’s provocations?

--Disarming Beauty ESSAYS ON FAITH, TRUTH, AND FREEDOM, JULIÁN CARRÓN Foreword by Javier Prades

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The Time Has Come

Hush in your bedroom, dark tranquil.

resting your weary head until

lethargy comes and all is still.

Singing a lullaby,

Thoughts of tomorrow will safely keep.

Gently you're sinking, oh so deep.

I think, my love, you're falling asleep.

Singing a lullaby.

~ anonymous

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Heat no more you wild sun nor beat a more you rusty moon

Where thou art oh caressing breeze?

Bless abode with thy presence; else heat kill further than lamp light

And come with companion, gentle drizzle

That deigns rags and drain vein of lethargy

Oh that quiet rain, shall my gain be, make thee fain not with thy feign

But come lain my lane with thy bliss, and ease soul into slumber

Oh cold night, frost not my blood nor deafen my ear with thy noise

Wane gently quiet rain

The heat is slain, and victory is won, rejoice gently thy drums on my roof

Wane away rain

The heart unite the body in shiver, victory is won, revel no further in mine verandah

Wane sweet rain

Oh gentle rain, what dost thou do?

Shall make a sea of our earth?

Oh rain, my roof thy gulp while merry

Oh rain, my harvest thy spoil while dance

Oh gentle rain, what possesses thee?

Abstain oh noisy rain with thy bane, thy cane and thy drums of doom,

Abstain and beat no further this pane for thy pain,

Nor smite more with thy plight

Oh noisy rain abstain

Abstain oh noisy rain, enough has gluttony mouth swallowed, enough has split gut spit

Abstain and flood no further' this ranch house,

Nor deluge further, for your foulest is seen

Oh noisy rain abstain

Abstain oh noisy rain, the kids have escaped your torrent, they hid now in deep sea

Abstain and give nor take further,

Nor soothe evil furthest

Abstain this madness oh noisy rain abstain

Oh noisy rain abstain I warn

Find the flighty mighty oceans and weep atop your agony oh noisy rain

Shall the graves bother with thy high tides, the flood?

Shall the cathedral not spare, Gods only home?

White lightly clouds! Forsake this noisy rain,

Let not your dark cloud aid it further

Brightly nightly stars and ye trite sun, save self from perish;

Spit away this venom' noisy rain bite

Ignite truly with thy light

Incite with thy might

Dight I with thy merciful sight I plead

And heat more you beautiful sun, you young moon

Rain no further, you hostile torrent nor whoosh a more you gale

Where thou art oh orderly sun?

Bless hilltop your presence; else rain devours hill

And come with companion' beautiful moon

That absorbs rags of sweats and drains quivers of havoc

Oh that warm sun, shall my gain be, make thee fain with thy feign

And come fashion path mine through this endless waters of sweetness wrapped

This Wasp settled on an old garden chair, it seemed very lethargic.

The hot weather today had the fowl falling lethargic at Gore Place. This duck was relaxing on the straw for most of my visit today.

It wasn’t the most productive of Peak District afternoons. So far, we’d got up late - after a very long Saturday when the oil had been burned at both ends - and wandered into the centre of Buxton for a restorative pint of Neck Oil at a sunny bench outside the King’s Head, before returning via a snack based foray at the local Sainsbury’s to our rented cottage to watch the last day of the Premier League season on the TV. It was hot outside, and with a plain blue sky on a Sunday afternoon we quickly surmised that landscape photography could take a back seat until after the football - even though the outcome of the latter seemed all but certain. For the evening, once the final knockings were complete, we had a plan.

Among the forty or more locations where I sunk pins into the map before coming to the area, some were pleasingly close to the handsome market town in which we were based. We’d already visited one of them for a grand Flickr gathering before sunrise the previous morning, and another almost immediately after arriving here on Friday evening at the end of nine and a half gruelling hours on the road. More of those to follow. And while we were tempted to return to Hitter Hill for sunset, we agreed that after such a lethargic day, the Three Shires Waterfall might offer rather more in the way of photographic opportunities. All we had to hope was that the good burghers of the three counties might have disappeared by the time we arrived so that we could concentrate on our compositions without unwanted distractions and interventions in the two hours leading up until sunset.

We might as well have wished for the moon to be made of cheese. By 7pm, the deep river valley was well and truly in shadow as we’d expected. Surely by now, with no sun to bathe in, the local weekend hedonists might be heading for home? But no, around the bridge and the bathing area below the waterfalls, they gathered in numbers, filling the space we hoped to point our cameras at. While I headed straight into the foray and clambered down a rocky platform to the water to get something in the bag from the main draw, Dave and Lee didn’t even bother to stop, continuing past the bridge to see what else lay further along the river.

Later, I’ll come back to my efforts among the masses, but for now I’m going to whisk you forward twenty minutes or so, by which point I had decided to see what the other two were up to. Either they’d found something to photograph, or they’d decided to wait for the chaos to settle and eat what they’d found in Sainsbury’s earlier. I found them sitting on the riverbank just above the bridge, chewing on sandwiches and gazing hopefully at a small waterfall just a little further along, beneath a modest beech tree, currently out of bounds, thanks to the presence of a young couple with a picnic table and furtive expressions. Even in the spaces beyond the main attraction here it seemed we’d have to be patient. Whether the waterfall would be worth the wait, none of us were sure, but it was worth a closer examination - or at least it would be once the trysting pair had moved on and found a nearby hotel in which to carry on with their wooing.

Eventually, the young woman set forth from the space beneath the tree, armed with folding chairs, him following closely, balancing the picnic table on one side with the empty hamper on the other. We watched carefully, if only to see where they’d crossed the river, and once they’d departed for the long trudge back up the valley to the road, Dave slipped across and set up his tripod. Lee and I soon followed - both of us considerably shorter of limb than my brother, who’d made it look easy. Somewhere in my memory I summoned up the mighty leap that earned a podium place in the fourth year boys long jump final at school sports day in the summer of 1980 and made it across without incident, only to watch Lee attempt the same and come squelching ashore with one soggy foot.

Once I’d finished laughing, I set up the tripod and zoomed into the fall, an intimate scene where ferns spread their green tendrils out from the black bank towards a simmering white crescendo. Here in the borderlands, just a few yards upriver from the splashing hoots of the late crowd was a different world, where few stopped to admire the simple beauty. The wait had been worthwhile, and perhaps now we could move on to the area below the bridge that we’d come for.

"L'uomo aveva finalmente ristabilito l'ordine del mondo da lui stesso sconvolto: nessun'altra specie vivente esisteva per rimetterlo in forse. Per ricordo di quella che era stata la fauna, la biblioteca di Teodora avrebbe custodito nei suoi scaffali i tomi di Buffon e di Linneo.

Così almeno gli abitanti di Teodora credevano, lontani dal supporre che una fauna dimenticata si stava risvegliando dal letargo. Relegata per lunghe ere in nascondigli appartati, da quando era stata spodestata dal sistema delle specie ora estinte, l'altra fauna tornava alla luce dagli scantinati della biblioteca dove si conservavano gli incunaboli..."

(Italo Calvino, Le città invisibili, Capitolo IX – Le città nascoste. 4)

"Man had finally restablished the order of the world which he had himself upset: no other living species existed to cast any doubts. To recall what had been fauna, Theodora's library would preserve on its shelves the volumes of Buffon and Linnaeus.

At least that is what Theodora's inhabitants believed, far from imagining that a forgotten fauna was stirring from the lethargy. Relegated for long eras to remote hiding places, ever since it had been deposed by the system of nonextinct species, the other fauna was coming back to the light from the lybrary's basements where the incunabula were kept..."

(Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities, Chapter IX – Hidden Cities. 4)

Think you can outrun a bear? Think again! When meandering along their daily routes, one can be lulled into thinking that brown bears are slow and lethargic. No doubt, they can be much of the time, but give them a reason to run and they will show you much more agility and stealth. They can surpass speeds of 30 miles per hour. That's faster than any human. #BrownBears

Melitaea phoebe (Denis & Schiffermüller 1775)

Laspaúles (Huesca - Pirineo aragonés) a 1400 mts. de altitud.

Doncella mayor - Doncella de la Centaurea - Knapweed fritillary - Grand Damier, Mélitée des centaurées

En el pirineo a primeras horas de la mañana sin que todavía el sol haya superado las cumbres, te puedes encontrar plantas y criaturas durmientes totalmente impregnados de rocío. Si bien al calor de los primeros rayos del astro rey el panorama va cambiando poco a poco y las criaturas van despertando del letargo nocturno y disponiéndose al vuelo en función de que temperatura y secado corporal y alar compaginan la puesta a punto de los “motores”. Es evidente la capacidad de aguante e impermeabilidad de las mariposas.

In the Pyrenees in the early hours of the morning without the sun has yet overcome the peaks, you can find plants and sleeping creatures totally impregnated with dew. While the heat of the first rays of the sun king the panorama is changing little by little and the creatures are waking up from the nocturnal lethargy and arranging themselves to the flight in function of which temperature and corporal drying and alar combine the putting aim of the "motors". The capacity of resistance and impermeability of the butterflies is evident.

Dans les Pyrénées au petit matin, sans que le soleil ait vaincu les sommets, vous pouvez trouver des plantes et des créatures endormies totalement imprégnées de rosée. Tandis que la chaleur des premiers rayons du soleil-roi, le panorama change peu à peu et les créatures se réveillent de la léthargie nocturne et s’organisent pour le vol en fonction de la température et du séchage corporel combinant ainsi le but de la "motricité". La capacité de résistance et d'imperméabilité des papillons est évidente.

I wish I could find a home that has a quiet room where she could live out her life....whether it be day/ weeks or months. My rescue cat is totally blind [ my vet thinks it was because of untreated hyperthyroidism] and has severe heart problems.

Quality of life is the main concern for this old gal. Don't want to prolong her life if she is fearful of her surroundings and is too weak to enjoy life. She does have an appetite....but her heart makes her very lethargic. It would be too costly to take to a cardiologist ...as my vet thinks she probably needs a pace maker.

If you see a cat or dog that "doesn't seem right"...please don't look away, assuming the pet belongs to someone and it's not your problem. Strays need us and it enriches our lives to help them.

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April 16th, 2021 11:00AM

High of 60 degrees Fahrenheit

55 degrees Fahrenheit at capture

This small adult snake was flipped under a large, flat rock on a south-facing dolomite glade on a cool, mostly cloudy day. Upon discovery it was lethargic, but quickly changed to become defensive and moving away. This day turned out to be exceptionally productive at finding reptiles and amphibians under cover, as dozens of ringnecks and wormsnakes were also found.

Jefferson County, Missouri

Week 34 Technical: The Wild Side

Thoroughly enjoyed my photoshoot with this handsome guy. He was very patient, and very lethargic. Probably needed his morning coffee!

Seen by day, these chunky herons seem dull and lethargic, with groups sitting hunched and motionless in trees near water. They become more active at dusk, flying out to foraging sites, calling "wok" as they pass high overhead in the darkness. Some studies suggest that they feed at night because they are dominated by other herons and egrets by day. A cosmopolitan species, nesting on every continent except Australia and Antarctica.

Populations have probably declined in 20th century owing to habitat loss and, in mid-century, effects of DDT and other persistent pesticides. Following the banning of DDT, many local populations have increased in recent years. Water pollution is still a problem in some areas, but overall population probably stable or increasing.

For more information, please visit www.audubon.org/field-guide/bird/black-crowned-night-heron

I was trying to get some head shots at five times life size of this lethargic Sawfly when it woke up and started feeding. The framing was just too tight at 5x to get the critters mouth parts, so I took a risk and backed the camera out, dialed the MP-E 65mm down to 4x, and brought the camera back in to get a shot. I got lucky and didn't spook critter into taking off. The tricky part is tracking a moving subject when the frame at 4x is only 5.7mm wide by 3.7mm high.

Tech Specs: Canon 80D (F11, 1/250, ISO 100) + a Canon MP-E 65mm macro lens (around 4x) + a diffused MT-26EX-RT with a Kaiser adjustable flash shoe on the "A" head (the key), E-TTL metering, +1/3 FEC, second curtain sync). This is a single, uncropped, frame taken hand held.

The shade of yellow determines the meaning. Pure, bright and sunny yellow is the easiest color to see. People who are blind to other colors can usually see yellow. Yellow is full of creative and intellectual energy. Always use yellow note pads.

Yellow symbolizes wisdom. Yellow means joy and happiness. People of high intellect favor yellow. Yellow daffodils are a symbol of unrequited love. Sunday's color is yellow-gold.

Yellow Energy

Like the energy of a bright sunny day, yellow brings clarity and awareness. The shade of yellow determines its effect: Yellow-green can mean deceit, and creates a disoriented feeling. Orange-yellow imparts a sense of establishment. Clean light yellow clears the mind, making it active and alert.

Put some yellow in your life when you want:

clarity for decision-making

relief from 'burnout', panic, nervousness, exhaustion

sharper memory and concentration skills

protection from lethargy and depression during dull weather

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Spring 2021 has seen me focus on insects more than I have done in previous years. Despite a relatively cold spell there have been plenty of opportunities to photograph bees in particular as the cold air temperatures have made them quite lethargic when they have been emerging.

Exploring the Sandy tracks on the north bank of the River Tyne I was hoping to come across this Mining Bee as the habitat is perfect.

Sure enough along the riverside either side of Wylam there were plenty of tiny bees as it was sheltered and the late April sunshine was nice and warm.

After a few false starts with other species I’ve seen before I came across several of these female Sandpit Mining Bees sat, appropriately enough, on the sand. The males were tiny and looked more like sandflies until you looked closely.

The Mining Bees dig their own nest chamber and nest in loose colonies rather than a single large nest like the Bumblebees. The fine sand this species nests in is often flooded in the winter so the tunnels they dig must be well made, or extremely deep !

March 2nd, 2021 4:00PM

High of 59 degrees Fahrenheit

58 degrees Fahrenheit at capture

A young salamander flipped under a heavily saturated log on a raised section of bottomland habitat flanked by flooded forest on a sunny, warm day. While initially lethargic, it quickly came to life after it was handled. Also observed were several smallmouthed salamanders. Leopard frogs, chorus frogs, and spring peepers were heard occasionally chorusing in the background.

St. Louis County, Missouri

April 23rd, 2023 10:00AM

High of 54 degrees Fahrenheit

Low of 35 degrees Fahrenheit

47 degrees Fahrenheit at capture

On the second of two much cooler days, I found myself and a friend on one of several rocky, wooded hillsides surrounded by deciduous forest. On one Southwest-facing hillside near the treeline and about 40 feet from the primary bluffline, my friend flipped this younger snake under a large limestone rock. It was tucked away close to the ground, and upon working with it was very lethargic. The entire time it tried to slowly crawl away, rattling only briefly. After pictures we released the snake back to cover.

St. Louis County, Missouri

Feeling rather lethargic today... zzzzz

While in search of bald eagles, I came across this strange scene on a foggy winter morning on the Mississippi River. The eagle faced downriver. It looked to me like it was facing the bow of a thin ship, an ice vessel that lethargically floated down a cold, wide river.

Explored #56, 12-06-2017

"Poisonous"

Happy Macro Mondays! HMM !!

All parts of a yew plant are toxic to humans with the exception of the yew berries (however, their seeds are toxic); additionally, male and monoecious yews in this genus release cytotoxic pollen, which can cause headaches, lethargy, aching joints, itching, and skin rashes; it is also a trigger for asthma. These pollen granules are extremely small, and can easily pass through window screens. Male yews bloom and release abundant amounts of pollen in the spring; completely female yews only trap pollen while producing none

March 3rd, 2021 3:00PM

High of 74 degrees Fahrenheit

74 degrees Fahrenheit at capture

On a sunny and warm day on a large south-facing dolomite glade, I decided to walk ledges which serve as hibernacula for numerous colubrids. This snake was found thermoregulating under a rock ledge, no doubt utilizing the magnified heat from the ledge above it. Upon capture the snake was lethargic and feigned death immediately, waking up enough to slowly crawl back to it's ledge and periscope before disappearing underneath. This was the only snake observed.

Jefferson County, Missouri

March 18th, 2021 11:00AM

High of 53 degrees Fahrenheit

49 degrees Fahrenheit at capture

After several days of rain, with cloudy and misty conditions, many dusky salamanders were found under small and large rocks in a small stream. Then after some time of flipping, this large salamander was found under a small chunky rock just big enough to conceal it on a bank of the stream with water just barely running through the sand and gravel. The salamander was lethargic upon discovery but quickly became active.

Trigg County, Kentucky

"The secret of getting things done is to act!" Dante Alighieri.

I was lucky to live three months in Florence more than two years ago. Then I toured and photographed every corner of this fascinating city. The cradle of the Renaissance does not leave indifferent even the most experienced travelers. Here Europe began to emerge from the dark lethargy of the Middle Ages, with art as one of its fundamental pillars.

Going back to its streets is always a pleasure. This time I opted for this photo of the Ponte Vecchio that I had not photographed yet at dusk. I arrived with time and some minutes after I placed the tripod with the camera, began to rain. This time the wind made the use of the umbrella useless, so when I got soaked I had to take shelter from the rain and abort the photo.

While I was waiting for it to rain less to leave definitely without any photo, the sky began to open and took place a spectacular sunset that I photographed from where I was. Afterwards I quickly returned to my starting position to capture the bridge illuminated at twilight with these nice clouds.

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"¡El secreto para lograr que se hagan las cosas es actuar!" Dante Alighieri.

Tres meses tuve la suerte de vivir en Florencia hace más de dos años. Entonces recorrí y fotografié cada rincón de esta fascinante ciudad. La cuna del Renacimiento no deja indiferente ni siquiera a los viajeros más experimentados. Aquí Europa comenzó a salir del oscuro letargo que supuso la Edad Media, con el arte como uno de sus pilares fundamentales.

Volver a recorrer sus calles es siempre un placer. Esta vez me decanté por esta foto del Ponte Vecchio que no había fotografiado aún al crepúsculo. Llegué con tiempo y nada más montar el trípode con la cámara empezó a llover. Esta vez el viento hacía inútil el uso del paraguas, por lo que tras mojarme mucho tuve que ponerme a resguardo y abortar la foto.

Mientras esperaba que lloviera menos para marcharme definitivamente sin foto alguna, el cielo comenzó a abrirse y tuvo lugar un atardecer espectacular que fotografié desde donde me encontraba. Rápidamente volví a mi posición inicial para capturar el puente iluminado al crepúsculo con estas preciosas nubes.

*Licancabur Volcano is on the left.

*Juriques Volcano is on the right.

*Juriques is a stratovolcano on the border between Bolivia and Chile. It is located immediately southeast of Licancabur volcano. Its summit is at 5,704 m (18,714 ft) with a crater 1.5 km (0.93 mi) in its longest diameter. Laguna Verde lies at the foot of this volcano.

*Licancabur is a stratovolcano on the border between Bolivia and Chile, south of the Sairecabur volcano and west of Juriques. Part of the Andean Central Volcanic Zone, it has a prominent, 5,916-meter (19,409 ft) -high cone. A 400-meter (1,300 ft) summit crater containing Licancabur Lake, a crater lake which is among the highest lakes in the world, caps the volcano.

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San Pedro de Atacama is a Chilean town and commune in El Loa Province, Antofagasta Region. It is located east of Antofagasta, some 106 km (60 mi) southeast of Calama and the Chuquicamata copper mine, overlooking the Licancabur volcano.

The town lies at an average of 7,000 feet (2,100 m), and visitors often experience mild altitude sickness such as dizziness, lethargy and headaches.

I seem to be lacking motivation lately. Not to TAKE pictures (though the weather is limiting that, for me at least). But to actually DO anything with them 😕. This one's been sat on my phone for about a month, for example. I'm putting it down to this lousy year, I think. So much time stuck in the house that lethargy has set in, perhaps? When I DO have spare time the weather is generally terrible too. And now I'm "venting" online, to people I've mostly never met 🤔😄. I guess I'm wondering if anyone else has been the same and it will all start to "pick up" again......... Meantime: I think I need to at least try to process and upload shots that are currently malingering on a hard drive. After all, surely showing them is the whole point of taking them?

...BNSF's Beer Job would taste just as sweet. With a BN "heritage" SD70MAC on point, the train gets moving east out of Golden, CO after working the interchange with the Coors Brewery, seen looming in the background. A welcome encounter after escaping the family's post-Christmas lethargy back at mom's house.

For a minute, it looked like the crew was going to play the old "see railfan - turn off headlights" bit. But then, they came on and stayed on, thankfully.