Have you ever taken a picture of a ladybug? a butterfly? a prankspider? Than we want YOU to post your photos HERE!
.....Just go to "How can I format my post?" And tag the url to the second tag in line! And it's that easy!! (without all the extra junk I stuck in there.)
Put them here and vote on who's the best. Be it funny, beautiful, abstract or weird, all the bug photos belong HERE!
I now, (unofficially) proclaim this week as................Drumroll........BUGWEEK!!!!
I think this is the only bug picture I have ever taken: http://365project.org/kerri26/365/2010-07-23. Unfortunately my subject was deceased when I found him. Hopefully he led a long fulfilling life. :-)
Alien eyes staring back at me
from a vacant shell on the maple tree.
Bodies scattered on the ground
make a creepy crunching sound.
Kids collect them in a jar
but I’ll just leave them where they are.
These kind of gross kind of neat
cicada shells at my feet,
reminding me that though it may feel strange,
to grow all God’s creatures must go through change.
This one was taken at the butterfly garden.
I wrote another poem about this one.
Like the Spider
How many times have I been like the spider
working busily, stringing tenuous strands of invisible lace,
while a world of beauty passed me by?
How many times have I missed the rainbow
by focusing only on the frantic reconstruction
of that what the storm hastily washed away?
How many times must I become tangled in other's webs,
my feet displaced by dewy drops of drama,
before I embrace the serenity that awaits me after the rain has fallen?
my small netbook screen is not able to scroll to the larger size pictures, so here are the small versions of some of mine (can you tell i like bug photos) :)
Tweets ahoy!
Join the Group
Pin With Me
this one and...
...Gosh Karen. Mine looks like poop compared to all yours :)
I feel the same way as Lauren!
A funnel web spider with his shield bug lunch
and then I love these two butterfly shots, from our visit to a butterfly house
and
Wolf Spider just chillin'.
and I like this one too
(:
Cicada Shell Wisdom
Alien eyes staring back at me
from a vacant shell on the maple tree.
Bodies scattered on the ground
make a creepy crunching sound.
Kids collect them in a jar
but I’ll just leave them where they are.
These kind of gross kind of neat
cicada shells at my feet,
reminding me that though it may feel strange,
to grow all God’s creatures must go through change.
This one was taken at the butterfly garden.
I wrote another poem about this one.
Like the Spider
How many times have I been like the spider
working busily, stringing tenuous strands of invisible lace,
while a world of beauty passed me by?
How many times have I missed the rainbow
by focusing only on the frantic reconstruction
of that what the storm hastily washed away?
How many times must I become tangled in other's webs,
my feet displaced by dewy drops of drama,
before I embrace the serenity that awaits me after the rain has fallen?
How much longer will I be like the spider?
I can't wait to go camping in a couple weeks because there are lots of bugs in the woods!
I have a phobia about butterflies, so I had to scroll very fast through them to post here, but they looked great as I flicked through ;o)