Time Drawn: July 2013
There are some days you draw a pretty flower, or a cute puppy.
And then there are days where you just have to draw an ornery teapot.
In a beret, of course.
It wouldn’t work without the beret.
Location Taken: Placentia, Newfoundland
Time Taken: July 2012
Such a pretty flower, isn’t it?
Pretty unusual too.
For one thing, it’s brown. Not your standard flower color at all. It’s also got a very clever double layer of thicker petals to force the pollinators past all the pollen-bearing and collecting sections of the flower, which is more elaborate than most plants bother with. It even makes them hit the various parts in the right order so the plant doesn’t end up pollinating itself.
But then, this plant is a master of manipulating insects.
It eats them, after all.
This is a pitcher plant flower. The leaves of this plant are specialized for luring in insects into a long tube, trapping them, and using them as a nutrient source.
Not that I saw any actual pitchers in this boggy field full of brown flowers on tall stalks. They develop after the flowering period is over. Might have something to do with not wanting to kill off your pollinators or the like. I know, why would the plants ever care about such things, right?
It’s actually the provincial flower of Newfoundland. Gotta like a place that celebrates carnivorous plants, if I say so myself.
Location Taken: St. John’s, Newfoundland
Time Taken: July 2012
Is it possible to be homesick for a place you’ve never called home?
Can you yearn for long summer days in a land you’ve not spent even a week?
Hear the call of a city you’ve seen on but one day?
If it is, that is what I feel.
So I sit, and I listen to the only radio station I’ve ever fully enjoyed what they play, hunger for the taste of a place I’ve eaten in just once, and look up information on a park I only drove past.
And wish that it was in the country that claims me, so I could claim it easily.
Location Taken: Banff, Alberta, Canada
Time Taken: June 2010
And now for something completely different!
TRILOBITE FOSSILS!!!
Bite bite trilobite, trilo trilo bite bite!
Such well-preserved rocky impressions of the ancient rulers of the world, long past gone. By which I mean some 250 million years gone, of course.
Location Taken: Arcadia, Michigan
Time Taken: January 2011
What are you looking at, you silly dog?
SQUIRREL!
Oh, a squirrel, eh? What, do you want to chase it or someth-
SQUIRREL!!
I’ll take that as a yes.
SQUIRREL!! SQUIRREL!
Fine, fine, just let me open the door and-
SQUIIIIRRRREEELLLL!! ARF ARF ARF ARf arf arf…
…You didn’t have to go THROUGH the screen door, you know…
Squirrel…
Yup, it got away. Now stand there and look pitiful while I fix this.
squirreeeel…
Good dog?