But first, in honor of Earth Day, the online art community deviantART is donating 10% of its prints sales to The Nature Conservancy. I suspect I may be bound by law to pimp this, but even if I had no association with either organization², it’s damned nice of ‘em. And they have some really excellent art, so go find something for that empty space (or, y’know, the badly-spackled holes) on your wall!

Okay. On to the photos. Pitcher plants have been popping up overnight around here. They are strange and beautiful plants that inhabit the bogs, flatwoods, and wet prairies of the southeast US.

Two more pictures from Florida Caverns.

As I sit here in my room in the double-wide where I live with the fire crew, maybe 15 meters from my office, studying a manual in preparation for a test to get my state pesticide applicator’s license, it occurs to me: A whole lot of people would be laughing their asses off if they saw me right now.

Specifically, the people who have heard me insist that I like to keep work and personal life separate, that I avoid bringing work home at all costs, and that I would never, ever allow my job to Control My Life.

Cause, man. I live at work now. My housemates and neighbors are my co-workers (good thing I like them). And I’m reading work-related literature on a Sunday night. I’m pretty sure this qualifies as all of the things I’ve tried to avoid in a job.

And I am totally okay with it. I suppose I’d be more upset if I had a life for my job to control.