my little lovelies are back in connecticut.
a state chock full of many, many weak-sauce waterbabies,
(and a few highly-dope duders)
after an epic visit,
filled with fun so big it bordered on brutality,
they've gone home.
i miss 'em already.
taking them halfway home took up half my day.
we ate lunch in portsmouth, at the friendly toast, and then headed home...
we spent the remaining hours of daylight in the river.
where i discovered some big-ass crayfish.
big-ass as in trying to bite the dogs, ya'll....
like river lobsters.
their hands have teeth.
and after they scooched under some rocks,
i did manage to vanilla sky the remains of a smaller one.
some fisher cat or raccoon was probably SO psyched to get to munch up some crawdad.
i know i was psyched to find something so dead and awesome...
i also tried to photograph a dragonfly nymph,
but it was too flippin' big, yellow, fast movin',
and horrifying,
seriously,
you have no idea how much i hate fast-moving nasties.
he calmed down, and i got this shot^^^
then i threw it back in the water...nowhere near me, y'heard??
barbarian battle-bugs, ya'll.
no joke.
i found a spent empty body too,
he may be a beautiful winged dart of dopeness now,
but he was sure disgusting before....
out of ugliness comes beauty.
true words, ninjas......
then, i waded out to the BIG rocks,
and found THIS!
that's right,
i guess my newfound holiness is helping to cultivate coincidences,
because this wet once-winged warbler was wedged underwater in some weeds.
i know some dudes who love dead birds.
yeah...me too.
just to let you guys know,
this is a rosy maple moth (dryocampa rubicunda).
they're hangin' around the homestead,
being dope,
and also not really camouflaged at all...
i mean, pink and yellow?
c'mon.
tomorrow,
i further prove how much i'm NOT a native northern new hampshiran:
i'm headed to the toof fairy, uh, dentist,
and his tooth scrapin' lady,
to buff up my pearlies,
and ensure a positive dental outlook.
maybe i'll even get some asbestos caps,
to further ensure a bright and shiny set of choppers,
what with all the hot fire being spat on an hourly basis.....
even after all the long miles, sad farewells, and creepy waterside experiences,
today was participated in to the uppermost limits,
hard, hot, heavy, heartily, happily,
as always,
never quiet, never soft...
3 comments:
I saw Miss Mary and Cash tonight. I stopped to say, "Hi" and such before heading off to see Wanted.
Not a bad movie really, I've seen worse(Octopus 2: River of Fear?). It was fun...made me wonder if I could curve bullets.
^^^ worse like anaconda worse?
the toast, i needs me some of that jam ,
wind blows, times change, this motherfucker has an appointment tomorrow in the early am to have his fake choppers adjusted,
thats right,
i got them titanium jawns put in way back, get me some new snap on tops
what what
Anaconda is a different kind of suck than Octopus 2: River of Fear. Both sucky..but one is annoyingly sucky while the other is mildy entertaining stupid sucky.
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