It was hot and sunny yesterday. A large group of us descended into the river valley and watched the fireworks display. The small hillside where we sat was teeming with small moths, a couple of which perched on my girlfriend's finger. They were joined later by a caterpillar.
After the fireworks, we trooped up Walterdale Hill with hundreds, possibly thousands, of other revellers. It's quite a sight to see so many people walking and not a single vehicle. I tried to imagine what it would be like if they closed down more roads for entire days during the summer -- a perpetual street party, perhaps? At the very least, it would be far more exciting than endless commuters stuck in traffic.
Monday, July 2, 2007
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Your photograph of the moths and caterpillar on the fingers brought to mind a favourite storybook I had as a child.
It was called "The Butterfly Ball", and it was written by R.M. Ballantyne.
(http://www.gutenberg.org/files/21823/21823-h/21823-h.htm)
It's a beautiful photo.
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