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It’s March finally and we’re well on our way to April. Over the last few days it’s snowed twice more and made this one helluva Maine winter to remember. I’m happy because snow cover is good for our perennials and herbs and offers perfect protection against the wind and cold air. Last year we had very little snow that lasted for any length of time and the plants suffered. Almost forty percent of my herb garden was lost including many older plants that I’ve tended for years. That noise you’re not hearing is me crossing my fingers.
The Maine aquifers are full and any threat of drought has been eliminated for the foreseeable future. I’m hearing that the celebrations over at the Poland Spring bottling plant could last for weeks. This winter is not only great for their business but also for revenues of the towns where they buy water.
Today was a good day for me because I was able to sit on my ass and watch while my room remodel continued. I finally wised up and hired someone to put down the new hardwood floor. It was done quickly and expertly and looks incredible and I didn’t spill a drop of wine in the process. Life is good sometimes. I actually was hoping it would take more than one day to do so I could loaf for a while longer. Because of the installers efficiency I’ll now be forced into beginning the dry wall installation. Another good plan foiled.
I’m sitting here listening to the Maine winter body count on the radio. Another three snowmobiler’s dead. They attempted to cross a partially frozen lake and went down with the ship. It was announced that the search for their bodies has been postponed until spring when the ice melts. What a terrible way to die.
For those of you living in warmer climates you need to understand that there are probably more snowmobiles in this state than people. We have areas up north that are snowmobile superhighways requiring places where you can stop and eat and even occasional police patrols to enforce the speed limits. You can travel for miles and miles and never see a road or even the ground. I’ve sat at one of the hundreds of snowmobile crossings in this state while thirty or forty snowmobiles rode by. Husbands, wives, kids, and even a pet of two. It’s really amazing to watch.
With that many people out and about on them and the large number of lakes in the state it’s just inevitable that fatal accidents will happen. Sympathies to the families for sure but more Maine winter casualties can be expected and will almost certainly occur. It’s a grim fact of life here in snow country.
I can smell some really excellent pizza cooking and my glass of wine is almost empty. That’s a Maine winter emergency I can do something about. More snow expected is through the night tonight and another winter wonderland in the morning. Hooray!
I closely follow the news every day, not through the Main Stream Media but on the web where “fair and balanced" reporting can still be occasionally found. To say things have become quite scary in recent months is no joke.
Last month I celebrated two years of blogging on both this blog and a year and a half on my former blog, Anti-Stupidity Central. I suppose my initial timing with ASC was fortunate with the upcoming presidential election helping keep me focused and supplied me with lots of material. On that blog I’ve written a number of times voicing my concerns for our country and the apparent fools who someone (definitely not me) voted into office.
One of my biggest bitches and complaints involved the evolution of political correctness, it’s negative uses, and everyone’s lackadaisical attitude and failure to take it seriously. In recent months it’s become worse due to the re-election of Obama in his last lame-duck term. It’s motivated the left to push the limits of responsibility and common sense like never before at the expense of our country, our well being, and our children’s future.
Political correctness is an insidious and evil method used by some to undermine what was once a stable and proud country. That’s been eroded away slowly by decades of influences from liberal Academia, the Green movement, the ACLU, the liberal media, and the liberal special interest groups and politicians. In my opinion it’s become the norm in this country and is so ingrained in our society that it may never be able to be stopped. I hope I’m wrong but I’m no longer even sure it’s possible to fix things.
Many of you reading this will certainly try to downplay what I’m saying and even ridicule me personally. That’s one of the benefits of free speech that I see this administration attempting to pervert and eliminate. Ask Bob Woodward how he feels when he’s openly threatened by the White House for disagreeing with the President. That’s not only a blow against Freedom of Speech but also Freedom of the Press. Only a damn fool or a total idiot can’t understand what a dangerous road we seem to traveling down.
I guess my interest in “Political Correctness” started in earnest approximately twelve years ago when I read an interesting speech written by Bill Lind for Accuracy in Academia at American University. As you read these excerpts from that speech try to remember that it was written more than ten years ago long before the country had slid so dangerously close to the edge of that smelly cesspool of “political correctness”.
The Origins of Political Correctness
“Where does all this stuff that you’ve heard about this morning – the victim feminism, the gay rights movement, the invented statistics, the rewritten history, the lies, the demands, all the rest of it – where does it come from? For the first time in our history, Americans have to be fearful of what they say, of what they write, and of what they think. They have to be afraid of using the wrong word, a word denounced as offensive or insensitive, or racist, sexist, or homophobic.”
“We have seen other countries, particularly in this century, where this has been the case. And we have always regarded them with a mixture of pity, and to be truthful, some amusement, because it has struck us as so strange that people would allow a situation to develop where they would be afraid of what words they used. But we now have this situation in this country. We have it primarily on college campuses, but it is spreading throughout the whole society. Were does it come from? What is it?”
“We call it “Political Correctness.” The name originated as something of a joke, literally in a comic strip, and we tend still to think of it as only half-serious. In fact, it’s deadly serious. It is the great disease of our century, the disease that has left tens of millions of people dead in Europe, in Russia, in China, indeed around the world. It is the disease of ideology. PC is not funny. PC is deadly serious.”
“If we look at it analytically, if we look at it historically, we quickly find out exactly what it is. Political Correctness is cultural Marxism. It is Marxism translated from economic into cultural terms. It is an effort that goes back not to the 1960s and the hippies and the peace movement, but back to World War I.”
“In 1923 in Germany, a think-tank is established that takes on the role of translating Marxism from economic into cultural terms, that creates Political Correctness as we know it today, and essentially it has created the basis for it by the end of the 1930’s.”
“These origins of Political Correctness would probably not mean too much to us today except for two subsequent events. The first was the student rebellion in the mid-1960s, which was driven largely by resistance to the draft and the Vietnam War. But the student rebels needed theory of some sort. They couldn’t just get out there and say, “Hell no we won’t go,” they had to have some theoretical explanation behind it. Very few of them were interested in wading through Das Kapital. Classical, economic Marxism is not light, and most of the radicals of the 60s were not deep.”
“We can envision a future, if we can only destroy this existing oppressive order, in which we liberate eros, we liberate libido, in which we have a world of “polymorphous perversity,” in which you can “do your own thing.” And by the way, in that world there will no longer be work, only play. What a wonderful message for the radicals of the mid-60s! They’re students, they’re baby-boomers, and they’ve grown up never having to worry about anything except eventually having to get a job. “Do your own thing,” “If it feels good do it,” and “You never have to go to work.” , “Make love, not war.”
“In conclusion, America today is in the throes of the greatest and direst transformation in its history. We are becoming an ideological state, a country with an official state ideology enforced by the power of the state. In “hate crimes” we now have people serving jail sentences for political thoughts. And the Congress is now moving to expand that category ever further. Affirmative action is part of it. The terror against anyone who dissents from Political Correctness on campus is part of it. It’s exactly what we have seen happen in Russia, in Germany, in Italy, in China, and now it’s coming here. And we don’t recognize it because we call it Political Correctness and laugh it off. My message today is that it’s not funny, it’s here, it’s growing and it will eventually destroy, as it seeks to destroy, everything that we have ever defined as our freedom and our culture.”
I hate being forced to write such depressing news but not only is this blog meant to inform the readers it’s also a way for me to maintain my sanity by venting when necessary. I find it necessary right now. It’s just frustrating for me when I see more citizens of this country attempting to tear it down than to build it back up. A true recipe for disaster.
Another winter month coming to an end. It’s hard to believe that it’s March already and we’re within a few short weeks of April and the beginning of another Spring. Even with all of the snow, sleet, and ice we’ve had this winter it’s just flown by.
Since I’m the ultimate planner I ‘m already looking forward to gardening and how I plan on improving our garden. You really can’t start too soon in Maine because our growing season is so much shorter than the norm. Last year we had some successes with the garden and a couple of abject failures. For the first time I planted collard greens just to see if they’d grow in this colder climate. OMG, a huge mistake on my part. I didn’t realize just how freaking big those plants could get. I planted only six plants and they just took over the entire corner of my growing frame. I was so pissed I jerked them out of the ground and personally delivered them to the compost pile. I wasn’t even smart enough to keep one or two to eat. I’m guess I’m in need of counseling to help me manage my Garden Anger.
I like keeping a medium sized garden that produces well and anything that I deem a problem or an obstacle to my goals is gone, gone, gone. I guess that’s why my compost pile is fifteen feet long and three feet high.
My biggest disappointment is growing tomatoes. I love to eat them and use them in a variety of recipes but it seems that successfully growing them isn’t likely to happen. Cherry tomatoes seem to do well both in the garden and containers on the deck but regular tomatoes, no such luck. I’ve tried different fertilizers, had my soil tested and adjusted, planted a number of variations, all to no avail. I even went so far as to buy a couple of those upside-down growing bags that were advertised on TV for a couple of summers. They were a huge pain in the ass to start with and never produced a single tomato. Very frustrating to say the least.
I have a sizeable herb garden which always does well and supplies us with a variety of herbs for cooking year round. I may try a few new and different things this year like adding additional garlic chive plants, a chocolate mint or two, and maybe two or three varieties of basil and sages. It’s much more fun to experiment with your plantings when there’s no fear of the plants not growing as expected. I’ve discovered that most herbs will survive almost anything except a lack of water.
Well, so much for my first taste of Spring Fever. It all started with this little burst of warm weather today. I feel as most people in Maine do. We’ve had our long and snow-laden winter which was beautiful and all but it time to move on. Very soon we’ll have warm weather, the smell of cut grass, walks in the woods, strolls on the beach, and vacation visits from family and friends who refuse to come to Maine in the winter. Can’t wait!
Here’s hoping 2013 is as good as expected and even better than last year. C’mon warm weather, you’ve been missed.
Have you ever had an identity crisis? Do you really understand what the term means? I thought I did but as often happens I really had only a general idea and never looked at the dirty little details.
As a young child we have an identity but it’s really just a temporary one until we’ve reached an age where real decisions about our future can be made without the undue influences of family. My father wanted me to be a jock at first. He was an outstanding athlete in school and always hoped I could excel as he did. I didn’t. I liked playing baseball but for me most of the other sports were a distraction from my real passion for fine art and commercial art. My first major identity issue occurred when I realized I didn’t want to be what he wanted me to be. I was just a kid who was afraid to speak out so instead I acted out. It was my way of saying, I don’t want to be a jock, I really don’t like playing football and basketball, I can do it if I want to but I don’t want to. It took him years to get over my actions but it had to happen eventually as it does with everyone and their parents.
We go through many of these identity issues during and after high school. Do I want to go to college? Do I want to be a part of a religious organization? Do I want to be married? What kind of job do I want? Do I want to have kids? It’s no wonder we have so many issues with family and friends as they try to push us in one direction or another. The real problem comes after you’ve made these life decisions for yourself and then find out you’ve made a terrible mistake. To me that’s a real ‘identity crisis’ and the others are just normal growing up things we all must deal with.
I’m writing about this topic in a semi-serious manner and don’t want to get bogged down and depressed by it. I’ve grown up and survived all of the decisions I’ve made. Some were good, some not so good, but that’s life in a nut shell. I’ve had my mid-life crisis, been divorced, been happy, been miserable, and survived them all just as you all will.
I took early retirement a few years ago and now I’m again faced with a new question. Who am I now? I sat down to think over a few things and suddenly realized that a person’s name and nicknames help them to find and maintain their identity. If Sean Combs can reinvent himself at a whim from P-Diddy to Puff Daddy then why can’t I do the same.
As always the web has the answers. I found these two web sites which are really helping me and my better-half to re-identifying ourselves. Check them out if you want a cool nickname or two.
http://www.myrapname.com/
http://www.getnicknames.com/nicknames.php
Here are a few of the selections we must choose from:
Our Bad Ass Biker Names: CARLEY CRANK – BEARDSLEY BONES
Our Pop Star Names: JULIA STEFANI – GORDAN ANGEL
Our Vampire Names: SELENE CALLISTO – DAMON NIX
Our Goth Names: ADARE – DE DEMI
Our Mobster Names: Lucia – ROCCO
Our Pirate Names: BOOTLEG BETTY – CAPTAIN SCURY
It’s obvious we have some serious decisions to make. Who do we want to be now? I’m leaning towards my vampire identity since that seems to be the current trend but my better-half is looking hard at the pop star identity. This could take forever.
Last week I casually mentioned my fascination with Victorian women and some of the responses I received were interesting to say the least. Still, the more I read the more interested I became in that time period. That resulted in further research to satisfy my strange yet engaging Victorian fixation. I realize that I’m taking a real risk in ruining a life long sexual fantasy but what’s life without a little risk.
As I’ve always been told by friends and family alike, "be careful what you ask for". My research into the Victorian age revealed some of the downsides of the era. The social intercourse of the time had many strict rules for behavior including rules for just visiting someone. Here’s a quote from a Victoria Domestic Manual explaining the rules of "calling on someone".
"Those who mix in society are in the habit of reminding one another of their existence, either by personally calling on each other during certain hours, or by merely leaving their cards at the door."
Those visits were normally made by single women and idle men between the hours of 1-5 pm in the city or between 12-4 pm at the country house. A call was to last no more than fifteen minutes and was made twice a year and on certain special occasions.
1. After the birth of a baby – either in person or by a servant
2. On the marriage of a daughter – usually the day after the wedding
3. After a death – no calls were made until the lady of the house had sent round her cards "to return thanks for the inquiries" made during the time of
mourning.
4. Prior to a long absence from home – ladies then called on their friends
When a lady making a call is married and her husband is too busy to call, she may leave his card for the master of the house.
In leaving cards for a married couple, a lady is to leave one card and the man should leave two.
Formal calls on certain special occasions should be returned within a few days. If not a formal apology is required and expected.
Refreshments are not required in town visits but in the country they should be made available if a caller comes a long distance.
Could you imagine having these sorts of rules in place now. All of our younger generations would be required to drop a card when they visited anyone. I can only imagine what those cards might look like. It would break out into individual groups like everything else seems to do. You would have Hip-Hop cards, Nerd cards, Artist cards, Sports Cards, and Designer Cards for every occasion. The look of the card would become another peer pressure item with competition making their costs skyrocket. Plain old black and white print would no longer be cool but gold embossed print with an accompanying graphic or photo would the next step. It would be the next new old thing for the 21st century. What will come after that? A return to bell bottoms, mullets, or my all time favorite, girdles.
People need to realize that something stupid a hundred years ago is still stupid today. I hope we haven’t just run out of new and original good ideas. It’s too depressing to ponder, so I won’t.
Today has been another remodeling/construction day with a major step forward finally taken. I’ve reached the point where the wall between our bedroom and the adjacent room was taken down. For the first time we both can visualize the finished product and the end of this long drawn out project.
I hired the flooring installer this week who will be putting down the hardwood floors. The flooring materials were purchased and delivered and while a little pricey they’ll perfectly match the floors in the rest of the house. Another room without that outdated and worn carpeting which leaves only one left to finish. Thank God!
I also continued and completed my review of the photographs taken during the last storm. I was so happy to see how beautiful many of the snow scenes turned out. Between the better-half and I we have quite the collection of salable pictures. I look forward to having a few enlarged to poster size for possible framing and eventual sale.
It appears we’re in for more snow later in the week. This has been quite the Maine winter with a constant mix of weather hitting us on a regular basis. During the last storm alone on one day it snowed in the early morning, then sleet, rain, more snow, more rain, and finally the addition fifteen additional inches of wet and heavy snow. After all of that the temps were in the forties most of the day today which is just a little strange to say the least.
I’m sitting here enjoying the quiet before I head off to bed. My normal habit of reading before bed isn’t getting the job done tonight. I’ve been dealing with a half-assed bout with insomnia for the last few nights and there’s nothing worse than being unable to rest. I’m hoping it will pass soon but I suspect that the lack of physical activity due to the weather is not helping. I’m sure it will pass eventually but I’m really missing those good nights of eight hours of solid sleep and rest.
One more thing before I retire. I’d like to collectively welcome and thank a few of the new followers to this blog who I hope will enjoy their future visits here. Check out their blogs and enjoy them as I do: tokillahammingbird, domesticdiva, thebaggagehandler, artlesspoetry, charlottecarrendar, theevolutionofeloquence, livingwithadhd, and jaguarjill.
After yesterday’s serious posting I decided to lighten things up a bit today. We snow bunnies here in Maine are celebrating again as we await yet another two feet of snow to play in. I’ve spent most of today with my new best friend, my snow blower, and we’ve been out doing our thing four times already. It’s a real bitch since this snow is extremely heavy and wet making everything doubly difficult. If I don’t continue to keep up with the snowfall then tomorrow when the temperature dips low again I’ll be up to my butt in ice.
My better-half has apparently lost what little was left of her mind. She’s been out in the snow all day running, jumping, and just being crazy. I fear she may have a serious snow fetish that I was not previously aware of. I gave up years ago trying to calm her down when she gets like this so I just stand back and take lots of pictures. They’re perfect for future blackmailing purposes and you can bet I’ll use them to my best advantage. I’m surprised she hasn’t again suggested making naked snow angels as she’s done in the past. In order for me to be tempted to do that I’d need a lot more alcohol which would in turn would make me especially dangerous with that snow blower. So I’ll pass this time and make sure I get really clear pictures if she decides to get that nuts.
Her one big wish today was to build a freaking snowman in the front yard. Since I wasn’t permitted to give it a nice set of breasts I refused to participate. Being the shy person she is she initiated a conversation with some guy in a pickup truck who was plowing the neighbors driveway who then stopped to look at the snowman. She complained she had no carrot for the snowman’s nose and it really wouldn’t be complete without one. The guy turned his truck around and drove away in the middle of the storm and returned fifteen minutes later, rolled down his window, and handed her a carrot, and then drove away. All in all a pretty cool move.
I suppose I’ll be out with the snow blower at least one more time before calling it a night. I suspect she’ll require me to sit in front of the television tonight with her to watch all of the red carpet hoopla before the Oscar ceremony. Thank God she works early in the morning and will probably go to bed early so I can turn it off. Watching Hollywood celebrities for me is much like having your wisdom teeth pulled with a pair of pliers and no Novocain.
It’s time for a quiet dinner and a glass of brandy or two and then to bed to read a few chapters. The storm should be over before morning and I hope we get a reprieve from the weather for a few days before the next one rolls in.
As I sit here today watching the freaking snow come down I’m a little irked because I have a few people in my life who’ve labeled me a ‘neat freak’. I’ve never been too fond of that negative terminology or the term OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder) but I suppose in the end it’s probably true to a degree. Looking through my family tree for any proof of a ‘neat’ gene was no help at all. Believe me there is no indication whatsoever that anyone in my family was ever ‘neat’ at the level I seem to be. I have to admit that my nephew in Texas shows some minor indicators but not near the level I’ve reached.
These days it seems this condition is all the rage but they (the experts) have come up with a number of new names for what they deem a terrible affliction, ADHD (Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder), ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder) immediately comes to mind, and OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder).
Just another excuse to bang the prescription drug drum. More drugs, take more drugs, buy more drugs, and everything will be just fine. Take the small children who may act up slightly in school, diagnose them with a myriad of alphabet diseases, and immediately put them onto some sort of drug regimen. The teachers apparently need their classes to be totally calm and controllable or they just can’t get the job done. Everyone knows its always much easier to control a room full of zombies than a bunch of excited children.
I agree there are some children and adults who are at the extreme end of hyperactivity and may need some sort of medication to calm them but not at the levels we’re currently seeing.
I feel for those people and can’t begin to imagine trying to live a normal life if my ‘neat freak’ affliction were twice as bad as it is. Unfortunately thousands of young children are automatically labeled with OCD, ADD, or ADHD which will then follow them for the rest of their lives. It not only colors how other people see them but how they see themselves. It actually in some cases can give them an excuse for continued bad behavior. "I’m OCD, it’s not my fault, my parents forgot to give me my pills this morning."
My sympathies go out to those people suffering with severe cases of this affliction. My sympathies also go out to the thousands of young children who are being medicated unnecessarily in order to maintain some sort of control in the schools. Being a smart ass with a wise mouth doesn’t make you ADD, ADHD, OCD, or anything else. It just makes you a smart ass with a big mouth who should not be considered a candidate for drugging.
I’m sure that some of you will be pissed off and disagree with me completely. That’s your prerogative but it won’t change in any way what I think or feel on the subject. For those of you who want to rant and rave at me, feel free.
As winter continues I always find myself looking forward to summer and spending time at the beach. It’s also impossible for me to accurately guess what kind of beachwear I’ll be seeing this year. More thongs to be sure and bikinis with as much material as a man’s handkerchief (I hope). It seems from my past experiences that the younger the women are the less clothes they are likely to wear. I’m all for showing a reasonable amount of skin but at a certain point it begins to lose it’s allure for me. There’s a fine line between sexy and slutty and for me near naked is much sexier than almost naked.
Coming of age in the sixties and seventies might make you think I’m a child of the free love generation. It’s not true at all. I do still harken back to bare feet, long flowing hair, and a full length light cotton dress (sans panties) but other things work for me as well. I’ve always been a big fan of the woman who can dress herself and be sexy without having all of her more interesting parts hanging out in the wind. I just love to be tantalized as part of the foreplay to really get me interested. An ankle peeking from beneath a long dress can be just as sexy as a low cut top or a super short skirt.
I’ve always been a fan of the Victorian times where people appeared to be a bit stuffy and non-sexual in their dress and comportment but once they entered the bedroom they dropped the goody-goody routine altogether. The women wore their hair long but rolled tightly in a bun and in the bedroom the bun was unrolled, the many articles of clothing were throw about the room, and the real fun could begin. It took more than a few minutes I’m sure to get them out of all the petticoats, slips, corsets, and high button shoes but in the end it was all good.
I was recently reading a few writings by Gwen Raverat (1885-1957), the granddaughter of Charles Darwin, who described sharing a room with a young lady in her younger years who was wearing the following listed undergarments. Just imagine yourself as a Victorian gentleman with sex on his mind trying to work his way through this outfit to get to the Promised Land.
1. Thick, long legged, long sleeved woolen combinations
2. Over them, white cotton combinations (this is a chemise and drawers combined into one garment), with plenty of buttons and frills
3. Very serious, bony gray stays, with suspenders
4. Black woolen stockings
5. White cotton drawers, with buttons and frills
6. White cotton "petticoat-bodice", with embroidery, buttons and frills
7. Rather short, white flannel petticoat
8. Long alpaca petticoat, with a flounce round the bottom
9. Pink flannel blouse
That wardrobe would take me at least an hour to work my way through. Hopefully I’d have enough strength and stamina left to finish the job after all that undressing. Those Victorian guys must have been incredibly persistent with the sex drive of Superman.
It doesn’t change anything for me though, I still find Victorian ladies sexy as hell but I would never discriminate against our modern women. I’ll also make this promise. I solemnly pledge to give the women of our younger generations my full attention and respect this summer as they prance along the beach wearing not much more than an attitude and a smile. It’s the courteous thing to do and I’m nothing if not courteous.
With winter seeming to drag on endlessly I decided to spend time today working with my photographs. I currently have almost fifteen thousand photos taken over the last five years that need to be properly sorted, filed, and backed up. It’ a tedious and time consuming process but absolutely necessary when dealing with these large numbers of pictures.
It’s a chore that I really enjoy and it gives me an opportunity to again relive when I took them and in many cases why I took them. The last two summers I’ve been involved photographing a subject I just love, dragonflies. Dragonflies have become one of my all time passions due to their delicacy and beauty. I purchased a great lens about five years ago and it’s primarily used to take macro photo’s. These photo’s are so detailed you’re able to see the segmented wings and the gorgeous colors like never before.
In a local area nearby I found a small isolated pond that teems with dragonflies of all types and colors. I spent many hours sitting near the swampy end of that pond amongst the cattails observing the dragonflies and attempting to identify the many types I was seeing. They’re very curious and upon my arrival they normally swarmed around me to see what I was doing. Getting them to pose for photo’s was difficult at best because they almost never stop moving. It was frustrating to say the least and it required me to study up on the species in an attempt to solve that problem.
They live in a larva stage in the water of ponds often for years where they’re able to prey on small fish to survive. The winged stage is very short and is for mating, egg laying, mosquito eating, and then death. They’ve been around in one form or another for millions of years and have slowly evolved into these smaller versions of the originals. Fossils have been found with dragonflies more than two feet long.
I did discover that many of the smaller ones I photographed were not actually dragonflies but damselflies. Dragonflies have huge eyes that touch each other but the damselflies eyes are separated and they’re much smaller. They come in a number of vivid colors but the ones I see most often are an electric blue. Both species as I mentioned earlier are very curious and militantly territorial. They spend their entire lives looking for food and fighting to maintain those territories whether in the water or out. They’re what you might call scrappy.
I needed to find a way to get them to sit still for a few seconds. Taking their photographs in flight while OK wasn’t giving me the detail that I needed. I first took a small piece of gum and attached it to the end of a reed sticking up in the swamp. They did land occasionally on those reeds and it appeared they were resting or possibly sunning themselves. No luck with that strategy, they landed for a second and then were gone. I next tried a drop of sugar water on the reed and had some successes but still not what I was looking for. Eventually I found an ant, squished it, and then placed a piece of it on the end of the reed. Bingo, they landed and stayed for a few seconds longer than usual and I began to get some great pictures.
Over the next two months I took some truly amazing photographs. Once they determined I wasn’t a threat they forgot about me completely and came close with little or no fear. If you’d like to give it a try you’ll certainly need a great deal of patience and a supply of ants.
Well, back to the computer to finish up my sorting. I’m starting to get a small jolt of spring fever and excited for warm weather so I can get back to the swamp.
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