I’ve always liked taking photos of small creatures. I don’t think insects are appreciated enough.
This is something I learned from my mom.
My mom is a biologist: raised on a farm in New Jersey, got a PhD in chemistry at Harvard, spends a lot of her time these days trying to explain to local politicians why building developments on the town water supply might have an impact on water quality.
She also loves bugs. Other kids’ mothers thought they were anywhere between a nuisance and a menace; my mom couldn’t wait to get them under a microscope.
I took this near a lake. He’s got his wings forward to present less surface area to the sharp breeze coming off the water.
Woollybear on a railroad track. (Hasn’t been a train there in forty years, or I would have moved him.)
This is a Japanese ladybug. It was wandering around on my bedside lamp last night.
Dragonfly. Didn’t seem to be doing too well; I put him under a bush.
Bumblebee on a—crap, can’t remember what that flower is.