Crouching on the summit, Hypselodoris krakatoa dreams,
Petrifying with its abyss-gaze
The magus used to wondrous flights,
The studious group of pale Zoroastrians,
Sun-gazers and scanners of the stars,
The dazzled, the astounded.
(Photo by Jun Imamoto.)
Friday, June 23, 2006
Friday Nudibranch Blogging
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OOOOOOOHHHH!!!
That one is lovely. Really stunning.
What a miracle the sea is, all the festive creatures!
I swear to any god there is, I love nudibranches more than I love cats. And that's saying a lot. This one is beautiful, hell, they all are.
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Ahhh...the Friday Nudiwallow.
Thanks Phila. :)
Ahhh...the Friday Nudiwallow.
Thanks Phila. :)
What a fantastical creature! Wow!
You're welcome, Xan! And thanks again for your kind words chez Atrios the other night...much appreciated.
Of course, the nudibranchs don't know what they look like, or give a shit. They require us to appreciate them.
Cervantes, are you saying that the Nudibranches don't dress up fancy to please themselves or each other? What a dismal view of things really! Rather like those people who insist that dogs don't see in color or that we humans can only dream in black and white.
Now I know you're a scientist and a social one at that. Perhaps social scientists don't care what they look like, but I'm fairly sure nudibranches must.
of course nudis care what they look like. it's called mate recognition!
No new nudibranch this week?
Oh, the horror! I am bereft.
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