Mad with rage, Nigel’s face turned puce. He’d been standing in line for over an hour, waiting to board his plane when a disembodied voice came over the loudspeaker and announced that his flight had been cancelled. All of this travel is going to kill me, he thought to himself. I need to find a new job.
No trickery with Photoshop here. This is how the butterfly looked. Note the poor tattered wings. The colors of its wings are an example of a certain kind of camouflage: disruptive. The little dot on the back of its wings look suspiciously like eyes. From a distance, predators can become confused about exactly where theyContinue reading “Butterfly, January 2, 2020”
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