Nov 15, 2024
Beaver supermoon.
(November 15, 2024)
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Beaver supermoon.
(November 15, 2024)
if the 🍁 shoe fits
@crfriday | morning after the flower harvest
“Latrodectus katipo: spell or spider?” he asks. So unchanging is his neutral expression and low, monotonous drawl that one could mistake him for being displeased. Yet, he swishes his butterfly net like a content puppy wags its tail. This is peak socialization -- this trailing behind the backs of his peers, incessantly quizzing them about the local insect population no matter how much they groan or whisper “ who’s bright idea was to invite him? ”.
“Any guesses?” he says. “Come on, you guys! Why organize a nature walk if nobody’s interested in the native fauna?” Wind ripples his all-black windbreaker, as well as the wispy black bangs creeping over his eye like the leaves of a willow tree. Fellow hikers slow down against the gust, but he presses forward quicker. It gives him a chance to walk besides his peers, rather than behind them in a constant game of catch-up.
“Latrodectus katipo is the endangered, distant cousin to the black widow spider. Theoretically, its venom would make a great undetectable poison probably I bet for sure maybe. So if anyone gets bitten today, I’ll be extracting a quick sample before--!”
Joon stumbles. He falls onto the path’s rocky terrain face-first and grazes his chin. It’s only a small scrape, albeit with dirt and gravel peppering the wound. His right shoe slips off and rolls down the mountain, tumbling faster and faster until it’s launched off a ledge. And floating down after it is a large, foam insole.
Normally, a situation like this wouldn’t be a cause for alarm; he’d simply brush off his hands like nothing ever happened. But this isn’t a normal accident. This is a disaster. There’s no chance for a summoning charm when the nearby trails are swarming with Muggle tourists.
He closes his eyes. Sprawled out on the trail, twitching as he catches his breath, he’s not unlike the spiders he’s droned on about all morning.
“I’m a daddy long legs who just got his legs clipped.”
Daisy garden.
Mie, Japan.
December's cold moon.
(December 04, 2025).
April's pink moon.
(April 23, 2024)
Springtime fireflies.
Gifu, Japan.
Sun shining through the Yufugawa canyon.
Oita, Japan.
Misty river.
Gifu, Japan.