invertebrates lurking in odd places on the edge of Lake Marburg (Codorus Statet Park PA)…….
Most people would drift under this willow at the edge of the lake, encounter what I did and go “FFFFFFFING SPIDERS?!?!?!”
Literally ffffing, I think.
I happen to love these little long jawed orb weavers that hang out in trees along the water’s edge.
Go guys, make more…
Long ago and far away ponies…..
The grey is a 13.2 hand Arab/Welsh gelding named Bazraf. A piece of wind and fire that shared my life too briefly.
The flaxen maned chestnut is a 9.2 hand $10 pony of mostly Shetland ancestry (we think). Up is Blenny, a much taller warrior of the Markalnd Medieval Militia. (honey, they shrank my warhorse). For this medieval faire, he rode a Belgian cross that was much much larger…. until the “evil witch” shrank his warhorse…
pics from our adventures with the SCA and Markland in the 80s
you heard that, the 80s