"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,/And what I assume you shall assume,/For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.//I loafe and invite my soul,/I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass."
Monday, September 7, 2009
Island Arthropods
In a Dixie cup, before being put out of the house. This one had made a web on the side of a Ford pickup.
Two of an American copper flitting around the back yard.
In a Dixie cup, before being put out of the house. 
This one had made a web on the side of a Ford pickup. 
Two of an American copper flitting around the back yard.
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