Garden, Photos

Bug Safari

I had promised myself that if I got through the editing and uploaded the working files for the upcoming book (Postcards from Foolz, due out from Raconteur Press this coming Friday) that I’d put a macro lens on the camera and go prowl the garden for a while.    The thing about the lens I… Read More Bug Safari


Travels and Returns

First off: the Dayton area was hit with at least two tornadoes last night. We slept through it, and have power today. But a lot of people are dealing with chaos this morning. The tornadoes touched down in, and swept across, a very populated area. I don’t know much about it just yet, other than… Read More Travels and Returns

exploration, Photos, poetry

Fallen Ruin

I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive,… Read More Fallen Ruin

Photos, science

Efferia pogonias

The Robber Fly, with his characteristic facial hair, is an accomplished predator – the hawk of the fly world, preying on a variety of smaller insects. (identification based on Herschel Raney’s site)  

Naturalist, Photos

Bug Hunt

It’s well into summer, and I have done very little bug hunting. In spite of having acquired a macro lens for Christmas… Money can buy stuff. What it can’t buy is time. I mean, I keep seeing this nifty pen set I’d like, and I have money in the art account, but… But I don’t… Read More Bug Hunt

Naturalist, Photos

Gotta Catch them All!

It struck me this morning that my laissez faire approach to insect hunting is slowly morphing into something else. I was stalking bugs yesterday after work, just casting around behind the house for some little thing, and as I hung poised over the flowers waiting for movement so I could focus and shoot, it crossed… Read More Gotta Catch them All!

Naturalist, Photos


I can hear birds outside, as the sun rises. Far from being silent, spring is noisy joyful chaos. This is country, although crowded for my tastes – but it is country, by the lights of the surrounding farm fields and forest that looms up behind the house. There are deer that walk by the fences… Read More Birdsong