Friday, October 10, 2008

Friday Nudibranch Blogging

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.)


four legs good said...


a blue one!! nice

steve simels said...

Phila --

When you get a chance, e-mail me. We need to talk about something.

Libby Spencer said...

I've become addicted to these little critters. It's astounding how various they are.