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Let's talk about spiders
Just now I popped out the door to put something in the bin, and as I lifted the lid I raised my eyes, as you do, and saw something very very close to my head, if not my heart.
Hello kitty!
This was taken at a respectable distance (Adelaide). The macro setting was *not* required.
It's very dark on our front porch at the moment as two of the three lights in the vicinity are out. But I wanted to try and get some pictures closer in. Unfortunately the low light made it impossible to frame the shot, so I had to shoot blind (and fighting the urge to run for my life). These were some of the better results:
I did eventually get the whole thing mostly in shot, but for some reason my hand wasn't too steady and it's a bit blurry:
What a waste of a perfectly good closeup opportunity.
At this point it occurred to me that half a dozen camera flashes were likely to be annoying Mr Spider and it might be the better part of valour to retreat before he attempted a frontal assault on the paparazzi.
Here, have one I prepared earlier, with the added excitement of being (a) indoors:
Take a good look, I insist:
...and (b) freakishly like my sad sad cat-proof Christmas decorations:
I do love the shiny things, but lack the spoons, infrastructure, and aerial skills required to decorate Sector 7 in a cat-safe fashion.
Hello kitty!
This was taken at a respectable distance (Adelaide). The macro setting was *not* required.
It's very dark on our front porch at the moment as two of the three lights in the vicinity are out. But I wanted to try and get some pictures closer in. Unfortunately the low light made it impossible to frame the shot, so I had to shoot blind (and fighting the urge to run for my life). These were some of the better results:
I did eventually get the whole thing mostly in shot, but for some reason my hand wasn't too steady and it's a bit blurry:
What a waste of a perfectly good closeup opportunity.
At this point it occurred to me that half a dozen camera flashes were likely to be annoying Mr Spider and it might be the better part of valour to retreat before he attempted a frontal assault on the paparazzi.
Here, have one I prepared earlier, with the added excitement of being (a) indoors:
Take a good look, I insist:
...and (b) freakishly like my sad sad cat-proof Christmas decorations:
I do love the shiny things, but lack the spoons, infrastructure, and aerial skills required to decorate Sector 7 in a cat-safe fashion.
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What a lovely huntsman!
He wont jump on you, only unsuspecting moffs.
He doesnt bite.
He is not poisonous.
He is likely more scared of you then you are of him.
I use a large jar and a suitably large piece of cardboard to catch the ones indoors and put them outside (leave the jar on its side in a shadey position) because otherwise my 7kg monster of gingeryness will break their legs.
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:)