I think this response to the prompt is astounding, as has been every post of Animar that I have read. Just had to reblog this.
Textures are everywhere: The rough edges of a stone wall. The smooth innocence of a baby’s cheek. The sense of touch brings back memories for us. What texture is particularly evocative to you?
I can’t remember where I heard it or when but I’m guessing it was from my friend Clyde who knew about all things Dinosaur Related.
Clyde was seriously into Dinosaurs- we were about ten years old at the time- and I was into Archeology and all things Mummy Related so we always had a lot to talk about.
Anyway one day we were slamming the tether ball around the pole and trying to hit each other with it ( I think it was called roping when you grabbed the rope and whipped it around ) and Clyde informed me that the way you could tell the difference between a rock and a bone was that if you put a…
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These huge and incredible blooms were almost obscured by the leaves of a monstrous tree on the Lake Chapala Society grounds. I had to get under them to photograph them as they hang straight down. I have no idea what the name of the tree is and in the past have just caught them after the flowers all dry up and turn brown. Thanks, Jessica, for pointing them out!




