Today’s photoboot stars a small green grasshopper which was having its insides sucked out by a spiky black Bosch-beast when we walked past. If only, for the sake of camouflage, it had been able to change places with Ivor Cutler‘s:
A great grey grasshopper jumped on my knee, dusty with age.
I was wearing my blue serge trousers, so the grasshopper left a mark.
My mother was ever so sad – they had just come back from the cleaners.
“I shall stop your pocket money for three weeks!” she shouted, and burst.
By way of an unsolicited encore, here’s a butterfly I rather liked. I still know absolutely nothing about butterflies except that they seem to like trying to fly into my ears, which do not resemble any species of flower seen recently on this planet.
- “Sorceress” Raquel Meller, TIME Magazine cover
This delectable flor del mal from Barcelona’s Poble Sec district is a daisychain from A Nun’s link to a review of
OK, I fiddled a bit with the last one, but the light and the colours are getting more interesting now and
- Dilluns, 2 d’agost de 1920
He caminat vàries vegades per davant d’aquests monuments, però encara no tinc cap idea que són. El primer es troba darrere
- Pine processionary caterpillars leaving nest several months early
I suspect their algorithm is rather crude, and the seasons are rather vague along the Barcelona coast, but these are meant
- Effect of rainfall on wood ants and Ukrainians
Wood ants descending rapidly en masse from a Quercus ilex on Montseny at the onset of a sharp shower: Having spent several