All these things comprise this weekend's hiking.
How lady-like, huh?
That is, if you ignore the fact that the oversized puppies slobber excessively...
...that picking wild strawberries likely depleted the bears' supply (a little),
...and that the butterfly was a giant horned and furry moth (but an adorable one, nonetheless).
Not bad for a set of unplanned smartphone photographs!
I, a grown woman, who, at times, takes herself rather seriously (operative words: "at times") continue acting like a curious little boy thanks to my macro lens.
I've walked past this tree a number of times, thinking that what I saw from a distance was a large spider web. Upon closer inspection, however, I found this swarming, swirling, hairy caterpillar mass, some of whose members were already happily munching on the nearby leaves.
What does an adult lady such as yours truly do on a weekend? Attend a cocktail party, perhaps?
No, I chased beetles in the mountains like a little boy! This is the gross-and-fascinating end result.
Why do I always come across ladybugs, those "God's little cows," being cute and dainty rather than their engaging in a murderous rampage of hate and dismemberment against enemy aphids?