Not completely alien, a young assassin bug
leaves an abundant mess of broken things
in its dire wake, always flies the red eye.
 

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Assassin bug nymph | Reduviidae | Zelus | luridus

In the brilliant green microwilderness,
a lazy little fly plays tag with its
lazy little shadow.
 

Tag, you’re it.

Less than a breath, almost nothing at all,
a young praying mantis is a ghostly insinuation
in the green world.
 

A roller coaster in the tall grass beside the roar of the Huron River, a tussock moth caterpillar surfs a blade between the light and me.
 

A thug preying on the unwary, an assassin bug waits in the spring mist.

A spider hangs in a green spring garden, practicing her invisible art of patience and silk.

“Made it, Ma! Top of the world!” cries the doomed hymenopteron from the tip of a skyscraper stalk in my backyard garden.

Pausing to survey its small world from the edge of a leaf, a Soldier Beetle readies for 2009.

Just after sunset this past spring, I tried to avoid the poison ivy and hope for enough light to make this image of an Ebony Jewelwing Damselfly, with the cool blue sky light contrasting with the green and brown meadow grasses.

Okay, this finch image from last summer is crying out for a caption, but I can’t think of one. I need some help. So I’m having a caption contest similar to what the New Yorker magazine does on their last page.

The best caption gets a free desktop wallpaper. Post your caption as a comment.

Buy a print of this image.

See two bickering goldfinches.