Saturday, December 31, 2005

Travellers Tales: Muir Woods

Here is a very old tree. I was able to tell how old it was by cutting it down and looking at the rings.

If you like trees, Muir Woods might be the place for you

Here are some more trees

This is the last picture with trees!

The Ladybugs seemed to be attracted to something in the wood. Perhaps aphids, whom they will enslave to do their dirty work.

They're swarming, they're swarming!

Monday, September 05, 2005

Sniffer: Hidden Agenda

Sniffer would like you to believe that she's just a cute little kitty. Here, Sniffer gazes down upon her soon-to-be minions

What devious plots are being hatched here?

Sniffer's hobbies include rolling in the dirt and throwing up on the floor.

"I'll get rid of the fat kitty...", Sniffer is probably thinking.

"Obey Me!", Sniffer seems to be commanding.

Monday, August 29, 2005

Tub: An Introduction

We catch the model at dusk, as she scavenges for fresh grass and perhaps bugs.

The Muse gazes out into empty space

Notice the keen eyes, ready snout and formittable posterior region

A tentative raport with the animal allowed for some risky close ups.

The beast in full stride

Saturday, August 27, 2005

Travellers Tales: Sol Fest '05

Located in Hopland, California, the Solar Living Institute promotes the use of clean energies and sustainable living practices. Here is a little cob house built from hay bales and fine muds.

Here at the institute, the awesome power of water has been harnessesed for good, not evil.

This single Solar Panel generates enough energy to power something.

Monday, August 22, 2005

Travellers Tales: Puerto Vallerta

After countless days of wandering aimlessly through the jungle in the grip of the fever, we came upon an old stone fountain which our guide seemed to recognize. He stopped for a moment to get a drink of water and clear his mind of the fever-madness. How far were we from help of any kind, I wondered as I kneeled to get a drink of water myself.

Was it the fever or could I hear the falls whispering to me?
No, it was the fever.

Although hesistant at first, the locals were made curious by our visit.

They seemed friendly and appeared eager to hear stories from fellow travellers.

Alas, language differences prevented effective commu- nication, and we parted ways a with a knowing smile.

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

Travellers Tales: On the Trail of The Prickly Pear

We were trapped for some time on the island itself, attempting
to master the intricacies of the local social structure.

Acquiring one of their so-called, "motor-cars", would
certainly expidite our travels!

And so, we were able to strike out from the others, and
forge a path of our own!

It was here, through sheer luck, that we stumbled upon the
rarest of all unedible fruits...

Opuntia Robusta: The Prickly Pear