Crepuscular Rays Last Evening

A Double Find

Two errant disposable plastic gloves found on one afternoon's walk.

This one

and this one

After finding the second one I wondered for an instant if they were a matched pair, even though the discoveries were separated by more than half an hour's walk, but of course that's not possible -- disposable plastic gloves are chirality-neutral.

Another "Floating" Leaf

 

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Cicada Shadow

 

What Are The Odds (Again)?

 

The first time, exactly a year and one week ago, was a small example of spontaneous order in nature.  This time, it's looking more like a case of a time loop, but in mirror image.

 

Smeared

 

Modified Photo

 

It Really Must Be A "Thing"

Another clock/mirror combo!

Related post:  Mirrors In Odd Places

Say Cheese!

Those sharp little hooks on their feet dig into the skin as they crawl around on you.  It really tickles!  I've had people look at me because I'd just start laughing out of the blue.

 

So Call Me A Scaredy Bunny

I just happened to look in as I was walking past this building, and this sight gave me a start.  It looked like a floating ghost...

Just Looks Odd

I'll say it again, some clouds are living things.  There are countless creatures filling the earth and the seas that mimic other organisms for protection;  why should the air above us be bereft?

The Pink "P" At The End

 

I was strolling through the neighborhood park yesterday when I became aware of that sign beyond the trail.  The large 'P' stood out amongst the surrounding trees, and for whatever reason, it reminded me of an incident from back when I was a graduate student at UCLA.  I was working part-time at the art library (the art department had its own slide library for the use of art history professors).  It may have been just my imagination due to the fact that I was the lone painter surrounded by art historians every day, but during my stint there I always felt a subtle competitive attitude existed between the fine arts majors and art history majors -- that the art history majors were smug about the academic nature of their field and dismissive about the studio majors as unintellectual daubers and cobblers, and the studio majors considered themselves the creators of things of honesty and lasting value, without which the whole subject of art history would not exist.

Anyhow, one day something happened that was fairly trivial in itself, but it served to cement my belief in the mutual friction.  I don't remember the exact context, but one of the regular patrons, a graduate student, was having a discussion with another member of the staff, and happened to mention that in modern Italian the letter 'J' is not used.  So I chimed in to correct her, pointing out that the Neapolitan dialect does use the letter.  And... she turned to me with a Look of Pure Hatred and said Yes, but it's not pronounced like the English 'J', to which I almost responded Yes, I know that, but we were talking about the letter itself, not its pronunciation, that she had suddenly changed the 'universe of discourse' -- almost, but I held myself in check.  Because... well, she was obviously not used to being contradicted and I didn't want to inflame her further, and besides, what would it have accomplished for me to press the point?  It would only have made me look petty.

Hole In One

 

Pinched Moon

 

Sad

This one never got to experience flight.  Its life ended even as it was struggling to shed its old skin.

Geese On The Wing

A favorite old image, taken on a visit to Daegu, the city my father originally hailed from, many years ago.

Miscellaneous Images From Around The Neighborhood

 

Photobombed

I was photographing this sun halo

 when a cicada decided to insert itself into the shot.

Horror Eyes

I came across this sight by the roadside.

Innocent?  Look again.

How about now?

Not Albino

I found this cicada and thought it was a rare albino.

But a few days later I came across this

and realized it must have been a newly-molted individual whose exoskeleton had not yet had time to harden.

A Very Pretty Spider

While out for a walk I discovered this spider seemingly suspended in the air.  One of the prettiest spiders I've ever come across.

What a difference the background makes!

Man Obsessed With Cicadas

LOL

Now, It's Dragonflies

First one I've seen this summer.