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Let's play "What Am I?"

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This was my daughter's evening snack turned into a proud artistic sculpture.  Ever since she watched me playing with the mum petals a few weeks ago she's been inspired.

What make's this "art", you ask?  (how dare you)

Well, it's all in the strategic placement of that one lonely seed.

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I had a massive headache this evening, so after a nap and some Tylenol what do I decide to do?
That's right, stare at a blinking light in the dark...brilliant.

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When I was a baby, my mother, who is an extreme arachnophobic, would play the "little spider, big spider" game with me.  This game consisted of her, with a spider-shaped hand, lightly tickling my belly or back while saying softly, "little spider, little spider, little spider...".  Then unexpectedly she would jump her hand up and down, saying gruffly and loudly, "BIG SPIDER, BIG SPIDER!"  I would giggle every time.  

I now love spiders...especially big ones. 

Now if only someone had played "little snake, big snake" with me...

Maevia inclemens or common jumping spider

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I took a stroll down an old closed road in the woods that goes straight into a lake.  (you can see the "road" at the right side of the lake, drag the map to the left)

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 This time of year the water is very low so there's less of a lake and more of a mud pit at the end.  Nonetheless some interesting photo-ops and shoes that will likely end up in the garbage.