Eastern Tailed Blue (Cupido comyntas)
The little brat wouldn’t open his wings for more than a couple of seconds. I wanted to get a photo of the uppersides, because they were bright blue. The undersides were muted and a little bit greyish. (And yes, he. In summer, the females are brown, but the males are iridescent blue.)
I love old books, and somewhere near the top of the list of old books I love are old Catholic books.
In fishy news, the algae in my aquarium was starting to get a little out of control, so I finally broke down and bought a pleco. He’s feisty and he’s grumpy as hell, so of course I adore him. And he’s small enough that he won’t mess with the other fish. Yet.
My uncle Paul sent my mom a bunch of old family photos awhile back. Most of them were ones I’d never seen before.
These two are my favorites. I can’t stand having anything on my head, even when the weather is sub-arctic. But that hat in the second one is made of awesome. And who wouldn’t want a crown?
That rocking chair used to scare the hell out of me, because it would rock so far back that you felt like you’d fall over. I used to stick two large dictionaries under the backs of the rockers, to stop it from tipping backwards.
When we first saw this one, my brother and I couldn’t figure out where it was taken (our dad’s house). I had absolutely no recollection of it, though I remember that that was my favorite top. We won’t speak about the rolled up jeans, knee socks, and sandals, m’kay? The less said about them, the better.
I still stand with my feet like that, by the way.
How could that possibly be comfortable?
One of my mom’s friends is a sculptor. When I was up there a few weeks ago, we went to her studio so I could meet her, look at her work, and take photos of some of her horse bones.
I’m working with a kit lens, which isn’t great in low light, even with the aperture wide open. Then again, it might have helped if I’d remembered to boost the ISO. Duh! At 200 indoors, I’m lucky anything turned out.
I’ve taken pictures of this birdbath before, but never from above. It’s got a nice patina of minerals and algae on the inside of the basin.
I think this is a cabbage rose, but on the other hand, I’m not entirely sure it’s not a peony. I was so distracted by the poison ivy that I forgot to look at the foliage. I know there were other roses growing in the same bed, and I don’t recall there being peonies in that bed. There are peonies in the bed next to it, though, so I just don’t know.
Anyway, the flower–whatever it is–is a little past its prime. I like the photo, though. I didn’t notice the dew drops at the time (again, distracted by the poison ivy!), so they were a nice surprise.
red paper boat 