Friday, June 23, 2006

Friday Nudibranch Blogging

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.)


four legs good said...


That one is lovely. Really stunning.

What a miracle the sea is, all the festive creatures!

Anonymous said...

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.


Xan said...

Ahhh...the Friday Nudiwallow.

Thanks Phila. :)

Xan said...

Ahhh...the Friday Nudiwallow.

Thanks Phila. :)

Crafty Green Poet said...

What a fantastical creature! Wow!

Phila said...

You're welcome, Xan! And thanks again for your kind words chez Atrios the other night...much appreciated.

Cervantes said...

Of course, the nudibranchs don't know what they look like, or give a shit. They require us to appreciate them.

Speechless said...

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.

GrrlScientist said...

of course nudis care what they look like. it's called mate recognition!

four legs good said...

No new nudibranch this week?

Oh, the horror! I am bereft.