Another great trip, thank you. I was out for a hike today myself and encountered several bushes that were ... well, fly sex palaces apparently. The bushes were full of iridescent flies mounted atop one another. They reminded me of your teenagers, because when I accidentally bumped one of the bushes the flies scattered in every direction. Sorry, lovers. I hope you find your way back to each other....
Eeep! I love everything about this post, I want to eat it like a lil’ hungry fuzzy caterpillar, I want to chomp on it like a iridescent beetle. Wow! I can’t believe there were so many caterpillars, they sounded like rain. If I weren’t going to try to see a peregrine falcon tomorrow with a friend, I might drive up to experience this ... plus what a fox. 🦊 I mean, all that art’s gotta go somewhere. That’s what I love the most about teenagers, if there isn’t room for their paint & color & ideas, they’ll make room, like a bunch of caterpillars, eating up the old world & making it fresh.
There's something about wildly colorful graffiti covering abandoned, crumbling structures (not trees) in the middle of nowhere that's both gorgeous and sad.
Another great trip, thank you. I was out for a hike today myself and encountered several bushes that were ... well, fly sex palaces apparently. The bushes were full of iridescent flies mounted atop one another. They reminded me of your teenagers, because when I accidentally bumped one of the bushes the flies scattered in every direction. Sorry, lovers. I hope you find your way back to each other....
I guess they give a flying fuck 😁
*groan*
😂
Eeep! I love everything about this post, I want to eat it like a lil’ hungry fuzzy caterpillar, I want to chomp on it like a iridescent beetle. Wow! I can’t believe there were so many caterpillars, they sounded like rain. If I weren’t going to try to see a peregrine falcon tomorrow with a friend, I might drive up to experience this ... plus what a fox. 🦊 I mean, all that art’s gotta go somewhere. That’s what I love the most about teenagers, if there isn’t room for their paint & color & ideas, they’ll make room, like a bunch of caterpillars, eating up the old world & making it fresh.
Best of luck with the falcon! I can't wait to read about it.
There's something about wildly colorful graffiti covering abandoned, crumbling structures (not trees) in the middle of nowhere that's both gorgeous and sad.
I don’t want every ruin to look like this, but I don’t mind a few safer ones being used for teenage fun and decorated, thus.