Monday, February 18, 2008
As I`m getting a little better at taking images of this Rose Bubble Tipped Anemone, I thought I`d better post one.
I know some of you liked this one, & it does now seem to be establishing itself comfortably in it`s present location.
Sometimes it takes a while for an anemone to find it`s "spot". In the meantime it may wander around the reef trying to avoid too strong a current or searching for better light. While this travel is ongoing, it does harm to other sessile specimens that do not have the luxury of being able to move out of the anemone`s way, thus suffering damage, sometimes fatally, from it`s stinging nematocysts.
It is on a piece of rock which has numerous cavities on it wherein the anemone may move to, if for whatever reason, it might feel in peril. It has been moving into the protection of these cavities since I introduced it to this reef, a direct result of an over enamored clown fish. They now have gotten used to each other & the clown fish will be very possessive of it`s host.
On Planet Earth, I have a 3D shot of a sprouted seed from an unknown, (by Teri & I) species. She acquired it from her daughter who just recently moved to England. The germinated seed is as big as a peanut in the shell.
In the header, a little tin racer, I received this week end from my sister in law, who was a member of our teenage gang, which incidentally numbered over 450 members. This gang was a self governed group of enthusiasts from many different areas of interests. We had organized sports teams that included softball, baseball, volley ball, basketball etc. We had cyclo touring groups & went on two weeks rides around the province. Camping trips were almost every weekend for at least some age group. Sat. night was time for our dances at teen town. My brothers wife & my childhood friend was an integral part of this extensive gang, who challenged all comers from different parishes in the surrounding towns, to their respective sports teams.
My brother & her, Arlette just left today after arriving last Thursday. We had a great but too short a time.
Since the little metal racer had no driver`s head, yet a driver`s body, I had to include a little PS in showing off this gift properly. As we had been laughing at some other item that Teri got at the garage sale where the racer came from I decided to use that figurine`s head for the main driver. We were laughing at him because "Hercules" looks very much like a friend of ours.
I`m off to snoozerville & hope you all enjoy your day tomorrow, regardless of the opinion you may have of the person which position, though ill fitted , he represents.
(Too long to proof read tonight, as I would miss any errors, if any, due to my eyes closing in on me from all sides.