I think the Fly is Dead
Paper beads. That's my latest endeavour. Roll up long skinny, tapering, pieces of paper - around a coffee sippy straw. Glue the end down, varnish it a few times and there you have it. A bead, or many beads. You choose depending on your level of insanity.
Apparently I am rather insane as I ordered a box of 1000 coffee, stir-er, sippy straws last night. If that is an indication of the winter to come, it's going to be a long, wet winter. And there she is.... twirling paper around sippy straws...
I am really getting old. The older I get, the younger I get. I play like a six year old. If only I could sleep like a child too.
I'm still into photographing everything I don't see, in hopes of seeing it better. Doesn't help usually, but it does keep me off the streets. (for the most part).
I found a dead fly on the screen of my backyard screened house. He didn't fly away which was a dead give-away to his life status. I took his picture, thinking the whole time how I detest pictures of bodies in coffins. I suppose this might have been different as he was not in a coffin.
On to spiders. Not a very good shot. I was hovering around in an overgrown area of my yard... swatting mosquitoes and dancing away from ants. It was much easier to focus on the dead fly.
What can I say? I promised myself I'd get back to blogging, I didn't promise myself high quality, thought provoking commentary.