Nudi Too

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Glaucus atlanticus– get yours; don’t be stingy!

This pretty nudibranch packs quite a sting! Derivative work based on photograph by Taro Taylor from Sydney, Australia.
CC-BY-2.0: “This Glaucus atlanticus was washed up on Surfers Paradise Beach in Queensland Australia. It is about 35 mm in length. The species swims upside-down and is accordingly countershaded for that position.” (Wikipedia)

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Nudibranch

Berghia coerulescens

Nudibranch: Berghia coerulescens

From Wikipedia:

Nudibranchs /ˈnjuːdᵻbræŋk/ are a group of soft-bodied, marine gastropod molluscs which shed their shells after their larval stage. They are noted for their often extraordinary colours and striking forms. Currently, about 2,300 valid species of nudibranchs are known.

The word “nudibranch” comes from the Latin nudus, naked, and the Greek βραγχια, brankhia, gills.

Nudibranchs are often casually called sea slugs, but many sea slugs belong to several taxonomic groups which are not closely related to nudibranchs. A number of these other sea slugs, such as the photosynthetic Sacoglossa and the colourful Aglajidae, are often confused with nudibranchs.

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Red Roses Are Red and Horses

RED_ROSE

H/T to the rose. I you’re a realist, read about the rose here. If you’re a tasteful consumer, here is your Red Rose. If your medium is mystery, let’s go Sub Rosa. We aim to please.

Horse Trading

In the horse-trade of life

free will is like free lunches

that’s why I would never be a dentist;

imagine probing all those free lunch cavities.

A horse doctor might be different

-you’d still have to look the gift horse in the mouth though-

as you dream of unicorns

but you could laugh about it;

snort, whinny even.

 

horse trading

Gift Horses

 

 

 

 

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Spring Collection

spring

Not much out yet.

Hum of chain saws in the wood, ashes going down.

The landscape will change, borer beetle’s to blame.

The petite porch pooper from next door (Miedo says his tag)

yaps at me on my own turf,

brave now that my dogs are dead.

I still can’t say dearly-departed.

Two doves are building a nest in the scraggly pine,

next to the stone steps

where the trilliums are.

The squirrels will squirrel away their babies.

So soft-eyed they coo and bustle

I put seeds out

(and two dog biscuits: they’re not stale yet.)

There are chipmunks on Pride Rock again,

three red tulips,

unfurling fiddleheads,

blue jays, red cardinals, yellow weavers: spring music.

The raccoons have chewed a hole in the roof- now it leaks.

The carpenter bees are drilling.

I guess spring is here, at last.

 

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Lily

Asian_lily

One of the blooms from my Mother’s Day bouquet. They are so very fragrant, and opening up quickly. I keep an eye on my two remaining cats, but they have no interest in being poisoned. I think this is a Stargazer lily , so-named because it looks up.

Safari not working on my iPad (I am using the Ghostery app again) has had a somewhat liberating effect. Of course I am much less informed now, but the old memory chip has in any case slipped off my shoulder to my elbow by now. With all the extra time on my hands I was forced to write a story and send it off to be rejected.

The Toronto Comics Art Festival is on this weekend!

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The Horns of Time

NaPoWriMo 2016, all in one place:

IMG_0726The Horns of Time

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Rockrose

A perfect memory: rockrose.


I wondered how the sticky leaves served the plant. It isn’t carnivorous; I didn’t see any little insects stuck on the leaves. As far as I can tell it is a Cistus libanotis ?shrub. They were abundant next to the roads, growing in the dry, sandy soil. I did see them, or another variety with slightly smaller flowers, also white, as we drove up to Fóia, the highest mountain of Algarve. There was a bird nest on every pole or chimney!


Pilgrims’ rock piles.


A last glass of wine. We bid Portugal adieu- for now. 

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Lagos Street Art

 

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Promontorial Peregrinations

A hot hike in the walled fortress of the Sagres Point sock.

Strabo reports (Book 3.1.4) as follows:
The region adjacent to this cape they call in the Latin tongue Cuneum, which signifies a wedge. The promontory which projects into the sea, Artemidorus (who states that he has himself been at the place) compares to a ship; three little islands, each having a small harbour, contribute to give it this form; the former island resembling the beak of the ship, and the two latter the beams on each side of the ship’s bows … there is no temple of Hercules shown there, as Ephorus falsely states, nor yet any altar nor to any other divinity; but in many parts there are three or four stones placed together, which are turned by all travellers who arrive there, in accordance with a certain local custom, and are changed in position by such as turn them incorrectly. It is not lawful to offer sacrifice there, nor yet to approach the place during the night, for it is said that then the gods take up their abode at the place. Those who go thither to view it stay at a neighbouring village overnight, and proceed to the place on the morrow, carrying water with them, as there is none to be procured there.

Listen to the coven wail of the sea.

A pretty parched snail.

Some poetry by the pseudonymous Fernando Pessoa, a very interesting character:

Ah, those invasive ice-flowers… (vygies from South Africa, initially planted to stabilize the soil.)

A territorial beetle on every flower, sometimes a fly: only allowed if it’s colour-ordinated!

Effigies of Saints Vincent and ‘Francis.



I heard birds, but only saw rock pigeons fluttering in the cliff breezes. Their roosts must be just below the clay-lipped edge. A few fishermen were perched on the precarious overhangs; some fish leaping far below.

I have not seen the menhirs of the region yet. 

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Lagos Loiter

Lagos

The familiar Portuguese rooster ornament.

Cork products.

What tree is this?

Lots of orange trees.

And the familiar syringa tree from my childhood. What a squishy mess those berries made. But it has a nice fragrance. A type of lilac?

Inlay at old slave market.

Infante d’Henrique, navigator. (Sir Peter Russell remarks in his biography, “In Henryspeak, conversion and enslavement were interchangeable terms.”; Wikipedia)


Great snail mural.

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