Photoblogging as Threatened

Well, that didn’t take long. Behind the cut you’ll see more photos from the first batch of camera craziness with the Nikon (behind the cut because some of these pictures are reasonably large, and not everyone wants to see, I’m sure). Enjoy!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

19 thoughts on “Photoblogging as Threatened

  1. “Your daughter is photogenic” is not creepy. “Your daughter would fetch a high price in the Morrocan slave auctions” is creepy.

    Also, thanks! I think so as well.

  2. Casa de Scalzi does indeed look like a fine place for some frisbee (just ignore the guys at Penny Arcade) or a riding lawn tractor race.

  3. That’s apt.

    But I’ve never understood that phrase. Not once I have I heard someone say “Oh, a button. How Cuute!” or “Yes, you’re a cute wittle button aren’t you.”

    Certainly, some subset of buttons are cute. But there seems to be nothing inherent in being a button that is cute.

  4. I hope you stepped on that asp after taking that photo. Someone who was not a native Texan (I don’t know where you are, but we were in Texas at the time) offered one to my 5-year-old to play with. Aack!

  5. I believe the caterpillar is the “Banded Wooly Bear” which is the larvae of the Tiger Moth. It is not especially known as being dangerous to handle. A beautiful large moth.

    By the width of it’s brown stripe, I’d say you are in for a very hard winter.

    Kill it and you might as well just kill a mockingbird…and if by killing that harmless caterpillar you rob a mockingbird of a meal, at the dead of this coming harsh winter, you might very well have done just that. I offer you follow the Oregon state motto,”Waste not, lest it be Texan.”

  6. Mikhail Capone:

    “Why not more trees and native plants that don’t require mowing and watering?”

    By all means, Mikhail, if you’d like to come around and do my landscaping for me, just let me know.

    However, I would note that the lawn is not watered other than naturally. Ohio gets enough rain (usually) to support the lawn’s needs, and when it doesn’t we let it go yellow.

  7. The asp that stung me when I was about 10 was reddish-brown like the one above. I wasn’t aware that they develop into butterflies, but I still wouldn’t want them around my child. That’s all I meant, having seen the cutie-pie pictures of Athena at the end of the roll.

  8. I doubt you were stung by a caterpillar, as they are unequipped for the task. It is quite likely the little bugger bit you, though, as I had one do that to my young, foolish finger while playing with it. Their little larval brains have some patience for fooling about, but it’s not infinite.

    What are the odds that the next post will descibe, in detail, the many venomous North American caterpillars?

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