No, that last photo wasn't a composite of a river tern and a heron's head. I don't know enough about photography to do stuff like that. The only "trick" I pulled was when I came home yesterday and said to Kinya, "What does this look like?", showing him this:
He looked, squinted, then said: "A turtle!"
I grinned, showing him the REST OF THE photo: it was the poster of the turtle people were trying to catch. I'd only seen what looked like a turtle's head in the water, not the entire body of a turtle, I told him, but THAT wouldn't make a very good picture; besides, I haven't even seen the turtle, head or otherwise, since that day, so....
Junie's been working a little too hard, some butterflies nearby decided. Her brain's gotten a little fried. And they decided, with the wildflowers nearby, to give her a little break. Out came luscious, soothing blooms resting on foliage beds, where dainty butterflies skipped in glowing trances of aqua and green.
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| Sweet dreams, Junie |
Oh--OK; I got wordy again. I get that way when I've worked too hard writing, I think.
Maybe I should just go nap.
