I'm Climbin', I'm Climbin'
Puppies, Strawberries, and Butterflies
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!
"Look, Ma, No Dots!"
Onslaught by the Yellow Troops
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.
Poor tree.
Happy photographer!
Tank
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.
Yellow under Red
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?