Hill-tops like hot iron glitter bright in the sun,
And the rivers we're eying burn to gold as they run;
Burning hot is the ground, liquid gold is the air;
Whoever looks round sees Hypselodoris infucata there.
(Photo by Stephen Childs.)
Friday, October 10, 2008
Friday Nudibranch Blogging
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3 comments:
Ooooh!!
a blue one!! nice
Phila --
When you get a chance, e-mail me. We need to talk about something.
I've become addicted to these little critters. It's astounding how various they are.
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