Anybody else in the mood for a game of Pac-Man?
Something about this picture speaks to me.
This beauty and her stigmata were strung between the cattails and above the pads.
She's not much for spinning webs and waiting for something to happen ... better to actively seek than sit and wait ... even if it means outfishing a fish.
She's a hunter not a trapper.
We had very heavy rains this morning and the creek up the road from the quiet lily pond was tinted by runoff from the lime rock road I was traveling upon.
I found these pads, spiders, and the gator by taking the road least traveled on the way home from a training session in Gainesville.
They were much appreciated ...I have been painting PFHQ so relentlessly lately, that I have not had a chance to be OUT THERE.
In fact, I realized as I started the JEEP this morning that I had barely been off my property since Thursday.
So, as you might imagine, I needed a little gator time.
It was kind of nice to be clean, not dripping in sweat, covered in paint, or toting a paintbrush for a day.
It was also nice to never once step on a ladder today.
This past weekend, I was high as a kite (ladder high, that is), painting at the upper capacity of my 32 foot extension ladder with a bucket in one hand, a paint brush in the other, and my heart clinched between my teeth as I paint the upper most regions of PFHQ.
There will be pictures.