March 21, 2010

• On Thursday, I took a little time off for another hike in the woods. After downing a pharmacy's worth of Benadryl to keep my hay fever in check, I ventured forth into the fierce 70° weather with camera in tow. It was once again time to remind myself and the world that I am not a nature photographer.

  
  In this tiny pond, there must be a metric poop-ton of turtles. The handful you see in this photo are either the braver or the stupider of the lot, as all of the others slipped quickly under the water.

  
  How many of these animal prints can you identify? Don't answer that; I really don't care.

  
  Geese? Gooses? Gice? Can we just give up on the English language?

  
  Pity. If I came maybe two days later, I could've seen some flowers. These are probably daffodils. I can't imagine how they got here, though.

  
  Hugs?

  
  I… I fell…

  
  This is what those beavers get for hiring lazy contractors… unfinished work.

  
  The golden sphere that provides all of us life held in the sky by the noodly appendages of the holy Flying Spaghetti Monster

  
  I like how I'm reminded of this not just at the beginning of the trail, but halfway through as well.

  
  This is normally a vibrant wetland, but it's a little too early in the year to be anything more than incredibly boring.

  
  'Oi, it's hard to get a decent picture of those tiny birds.

  
  Fascinating tidbit: this tiny brook that exists only because of the rain the day before is the cleanest water on the trail. Probably because it's the only water moving with any kind of haste.

  
  Little tiny… things…

  Bleh, the trail was busy, but it's ultimately boring before everything blooms. Oh well, if you want green, just check out my last hiking post.

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