It was Sunday. A day to rest.
And rest I did.
During my yo-yo migration between, Oregon, California, and Mexico these last two months, my "nightstand reading" -- as we called it in another life -- managed to accrete to Mississippi delta levels.
Mostly magazines.
Reading two-month old National Geographics seems almost a pre-pubescent indulgence. But two-month old news magazines take on an entirely different tone.
It is a bit disconcerting to read that Congress will inevitably pass a health care reform bill before the end of the year -- when I have a hint that is not quite how things turned out. My eyebrows can arch only so far.
The hammock was a great site for my trek through history's re-edit room. Carrots. Water. A warm day.
Somewhere between the Peru floods and the story about who would win the Super Bowl, I reached for my water bottle. Only to discover that it was being defended by a praying mantis. Even though it looked far more like a boxing mantis -- in its defensive mode.
And a young mantis. Perhaps, the smallest I have ever seen. But even the youngsters have the look that they were left behind on Earth by disciplinarian parents from Neptune.
I have shared photographs of as many of the interesting creatures that I can capture with my camera. This one almost got away, though.
I grabbed my camera and tried several shots -- all out of focus. I have not yet learned to use my macro setting effectively. What you see at the top of this post is the best I could do.
A hammock. A fascinating insect. A good rest.
What better way to spend a Sunday?
