Pointless. Yep, I predict pointless.

Ok, first off? There is nothing wrong with wearing blue striped socks and black suede slip-ons with capris. Absolutely nothing wrong.

All right?

So maybe there is something wrong with that. I don't care. Shut up.

I and my striped socks were doing the rounds of the local nurseries with my father yesterday, along with fully one half of Canada (the other half? Camping). He wanted perennials; I wanted NOTHING since I still haven't gotten around to cleaning out my planter boxes (and don't blame me for that. I like gardening, but I hate pigeons. It's become absolutely disheartening in the past couple of years that before I can go out and play in the dirt I have to deal with a winter's worth of what the crap machines leave behind. Takes some of the fun out of things. A lot of the fun out of things), but somehow I managed to come back with a dahlia anyway.

It's nice. And maybe it'll give me the final kick in the rear needed to do something about my balcony.

Or... it'll die in the pot before I do anything.

But probably not. I don't usually go in for plant abuse.

Anyway. The past few days of warm weather have certainly put spring into overdrive around here. The tulips are tulipping, the tree swallows are (NOT swallowing trees. Don't be silly) deciding whether to use one of the nest boxes in the yard, and the ladybird beetles will soon be having sex.

Yes, you read that right.

It'll be time once again to add to my collection of beetle porn. I like to take photos of ladybirds getting it on, you see.

What?

There is nothing wrong with taking pointless photos of beetles having sex. Absolutely nothing wrong.

All right?

So maybe there is something wrong with that. I don't care. Shut up.






Ok, now I'm confused. Didn't I already say all of that in another context?

All right, all right, so maybe I don't specifically aim to take photos of beetles having sex. If they happen to be having sex while I'm taking photos I'll snap away, but I don't really seek it out.

I do seek out the beetles, though.

And the spiders.

And a few other creepy crawly things.

For those not up on their history of pointless photography on the blog, I spend a lot of time trying to fool my autofocus camera into thinking that it can see small things that it doesn't think it should be able to. Plant parts. Weird details of buildings.

Invertebrates.

It's all just part of the game, really. Let's explode the camera's brain. And maybe while we're doing it we'll be lucky enough to come up with a perspective that my two fans weren't expecting.

It doesn't happen very often, but the beauty of digital photography is that you can just keep trying until the one time in three thousand that you capture something worth looking at.

This is all by way of warning you that with spring comes added weirdness in the pointless photographs that live on the blog.

I bet you can't wait.

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If anyone's wondering why you were treated to so many pointless photos today, it's because I'm about to do my usual long weekend trick of disappearing from the internet for a day and won't be posting tomorrow. The Toronto office is welcome to fill the space if she so desires, but if she doesn't you can go back to the top of the post and stare at my feet for a while.

That's assuming you aren't already gardening or camping, of course.

Later, all.