May 12, 2010
Let me see your hips shake
By Adam Fuss.
(Via Cheim & Read)
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damn.
damn, also
I can imagine the ripples reaching tsunami before they hit the shore.
This is great. Alicia is terrified of snakes, especially snakes in water, so she won’t like this when she sees it. The Iz will, however.
you found my favorite photographer (if you can call him that)!
Wow, this is beautiful. The force that through the green fuse drives the flower.
Amazing!
reminds me of a painting i saw yesterday at the Dakis Joannou exhibit at the new museum where a bunch of snakes were let loose on a canvas with wet powdery paint, but i can’t remember the artist’s name.
Very wow.
I love the Fuss. I also enjoy this snake picture very much. http://www.mitchepstein.net/work/recreation/detail_03.html
Barry, I really like that picture. Those gypsy snake charmers clearly know how to handle a snake– supporting its weight in all the right places.
When I was 15 I worked at a science museum, and my job was to pull the 4-foot long ball python out of its tank so that little kids could pet it. I would carefully place it on my shoulders and let it wrap itself around my arms, feeling it clench tightly and relax at different points as it settled and absorbed the warmth from my skin. Whenever it shifted, I would have the kids hold it up from the bottom so that it felt supported and safe. That snake was so amazingly beautiful and heavy and powerful.
In short, I love snakes, and I wish I had a picture of that old boa.
[...] Lauren Stephenson: When I was 15 I worked at a science museum, and my job was to pull the 4-foot long ball python out of its tank so that little kids could pet it. I would carefully place it on my shoulders and let it wrap itself around my arms, feeling it clench tightly and relax at different points as it settled and absorbed the warmth from my skin. Whenever it shifted, I would have the kids hold it up from the bottom so that it felt supported and safe. That snake was so amazingly beautiful and heavy and powerful. [...]
This is really beginning to turn me round with respect to snakes. I’ve always been a lizard girl myself (a couple of years back, some of us flockers had a discussion about lizards and snakes and that legless thing that snakes have going), but I may be warming toward snakes. So to speak.
Lauren, I like what you say about snake-handling. I’ve always imagined that there are better ways and worser ways.
I like lizards as well, Sheila, though I haven’t been around too many in my life. One exception: iguanas. I’m terrified of them because if they whip you with their tail, it hurts like hell.
just keep the boas away from the toddlers. (http://blogs.app.com/saywhat/2009/07/01/pet-snake-strangles-toddler/
Texas snake pictures: http://oempirewideandglorious.blogspot.com/2010/01/image-search-texas-snake.html
When I was a little girl, our house sat near what was then practically the southwestern border of Dallas, beyond which there was little development. There were always lots of lizards. I got to know other lizards visiting an aunt who lived for a few years in Key West, and later, during my wandering-in-the-desert (of far southern and southeastern California) years, there were different lizards.
There was a California Kingsnake who hung out near one of the desert houses we rented. He was the scourge of the many birds who liked resting high up in the branches of the ironwood tree. That snake could climb!
Derek, your comment reminds me of an artist who put an eel in a tank of water on top of a color copy machine. There was something about how each color scanned one at a time, so the result was a layered image that looked like 4 different colored eels swimming around. Ever since then I’ve been trying to think of what live animal I could put on a copy machine.
Silly toddler. Toddlers are assholes.
Amy, I bet that was beautiful. I also bet it sorta confounded the eel.
Lena would hate being put on a copy machine. Last night we had a fierce storm, and for hours lightning flashes illuminated our skylights and frightened her. She thought it was the wrath of Ceiling Cat. So I don’t think she would like a copy machine at all.
Sheila, I would love to hear more about your wandering in the desert sometime. And I’ve always wanted to see a King snake in the wild– they’re supposed to be huge, right?
Barry, those pictures are awesome. Except I don’t get the knight one.
I don’t remember, I was too small, but Smith family lore tells the story of a huge snake in our Elm Street backyard. Animal control was called and they attempted to wrangle the snake. Failing, the animal control officer loaded up his dart gun and prepared to put the snake to sleep. It seems unlikely to me, but the story goes that just as the officer fired on the snake the kids from nextdoor appeared in the yard looking for their missing Boa. They were just in time to see the dart shred the snake.
That’s some good lore.
I had a neighbor, back in the day when my corner of Southwest Florida used to be a little more wild, who would blow away the rattlesnakes in his front yard with a shotgun. He had toddlers to protect, even though they were assholes.
The king snake who lived with us was fairly big. Not quite as long as I am tall, but over four feet.
Yes, yes, my mother was protecting us toddlers, assholes that we were.
Some things never change.
Lauren, I was just telling someone the story of a friend of mine who lives up in the hills of southern Illinois, where there are rattlers. She blew one away with a shotgun to protect her asshole toddlers. She felt kind of bad about killing a snake, but it didn’t keep her from skinning it and hanging the skin on the wall of the laundry room.
That is undeniably badass.
I have a snake living by the pond – he slithers into the pond at times and I hoik him out with a stick – about 18″ long. There ain’t nothing scary over here – just the one poisonous snake.
Phil: Watch to see whether dragonflies hang out at that pond. Supposedly they go where the snakes live. Which is why some of us call(ed) them snake doctors.
Cece, I never heard that — snake doctors. I like it.
Cece – snake doctors, that is lovely! We do have dragonflies there, big ones!
I gather they stitch up hurt snakes. Too bad no snake doctor was in the Smith family neighborhood when the animal control guy did in the boa.
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