Author: eklastic

Zu alt, um nur zu spielen. Zu jung, um ohne Wunsch zu sein.

Winter insect

This insect puzzled me a great deal when it landed close to my feet in the middle of a snowfield last week. As it turns out it is not an anomaly of nature but a winter crane fly which is supposed to be out in the snow. Who knew?

Macro Monday.

A moo? No, emu.

When I read this quote: “His high forehead, aquiline nose, and longish chin were softened by nut-brown eyes and a gentle smile, one that suggested he was always prepared to think the best of people.” (Sidney Chambers and the Shadow of Death by James Runcie) I dug through my pictures and looked for brown eyes. I looked at brown eyes from cows and horses and even bunnies – but little did I expect to find the best nut-brown in the eye of an emu.

The Ragtag Daily Prompt: Nut-brown.