This is the blog of a 25-year-old bookmark. I proudly boast my own Hallmark serial number, 95 HBM 80-1. You’ll probably want to read all about me and my Travelling Companion.
Today’s travel notes
Today I’ll give you a worm’s eye view of some insects the TC and I have come across lately. And, following up on my promise of two months ago (By the light of a gibbous moon), I’ll give you another peek into the ups and downs of this worm’s life.
Beware anyone bearing gifts.
The book I’m in
The Laments, by George Hagen.
A funny, comfortable and uncomfortable book. Highly recommended by this worm, who participates but vicariously in the viciousness, vicissitudes and victories of life.
A word of warning to all my fans: An impending coup of bookmarkian proportions looms.
The book I’m in (The Laments, remember?) deals with the petty conspiracies of daily life and how the average worm triumphs almost willy-nilly. As so often happens, real life is imitating fiction and I’ve recently felt compelled to do some uncomfortable navel gazing. My own navel is nothing to be ashamed of, mark you. But a newer, smoother and shinier one has appeared on the scene. The Rival. She was a gift to the Travelling Companion, so no intended disloyalty on the TC’s part. Still, this worm is wondering what the future may hold.
Me and The Rival:
Sure, The Rival is younger than me. Some might even says she’s better looking. Maybe she’s made of modern material. Into new technology. (She has leaden inserts, no less.) But does she have my style and experience? What can I do to make sure I get the best place in the best books? We can’t share a book, that’s for sure. It doesn’t work for me.
Let’s move on, for now. I promised you some insects. Here’s a shot of some flies and ants on a salmon-barked tree near Manly Dam.
Can’t see them? I guess not everyone has the advantage of a worm’s eye view. So I’ve blown them up for you. Here are the ants:
And here’s one of the flies. They’re very small and delicate, about the same size as the ants:
Here are some bees being busy in Manly:
This is a fungus-covered tree stump near Manly Dam, patrolled by some red beetles:
Here’s a closer view — a denizen of the bark scurrying for cover:
This beetle probably thinks he’s camouflaged or something:
Here’s someone else hiding amongst the vegetation in Allambie:
This moth or fly is small and moves quickly. They’re a common sight and quite attractive when they sit still long enough to be examined:
I’ve shown you this creature before, but I’m a slave to her beauty. She’s a fly of some sort, I think, who was gadding around 40 Baskets a while ago. Like all the other creatures on this page, she’s small — less than a centimetre long:
To round things off, here’s a rather fine specimen of a worm diving for cover:
Getting back to the attempted coup looming over me: So, what’s your stand on the Battle of the Bookmarks? You’ll notice that The Rival has decked herself out with pictures of ladybirds. Only pictures, note, whereas I am the real thing.
Just to prove I’m into the new-fangled stuff too, here’s me on the iPhone:
That’s all for today, dudes.