Janet Brien's photos with the keyword: death

2 more pictures in notes above! :) Months ago, Steve and I brought home a Cosmos seedling in a 4" pot, and it has been blooming prolifically ever since. However, the frost is its downfall, as you can see here. But though the flowers are dying, they are still lovely.

MANY, MANY pictures above to show Roscoe from when I first met her until today... I checked on Roscoe last night and this morning, and she was near her egg sac each time. This afternoon, she was further out, legs held closely to her body, sitting quietly (see the inset image above). Then, at about 4pm, I let the dogs out and Roscoe was gone. I looked everywhere on the walls but she wasn't there. Just before I went back into the house, I thought about what she would do if she needed to crawl to a dark place to die. I looked down and checked the cement...and there she was. I could barely see her because she was so perfectly camouflaged with the colors of the stone, but I noticed something moving, which gave her away. Making her way slowly over the ground, she was just about to the edge of the porch. It was amazing that I spotted her before she was gone forever. I dashed into the house and back out, and she'd gone to the edge and crawled off the side, so I went around to the front in the garden and I saw her making her way to the edge of the cement and wanting to crawl down. She hung there for a moment, and that's when I took this picture. She wanted to go down but she had no more silk to lower herself, so after a few seconds she dropped into the leaves below and sat for a moment. I reached over and gently petted her soft, velvety abdomen, the only time I've ever touched her, and I said goodbye to my friend. After I left, I checked once more, and she had crawled out of sight. Rest in peace, dear Roscoe.

I was taking pictures of caterpillars the other day and while I was examining Milkweed leaves, I noticed a tiny Hoverfly on the edge of one leaf. I immediately began taking pictures but soon realized that it wasn't alone. In fact, it had just gotten caught by a spider which was injecting venom into it as I took this picture! AMAZING TIMING!!!!

I found this snail shell on the way back to the house today, laying at the base of a dead tree. Like the fern, I felt this image could use some dressing up, so I added texture and a quote! Thanks to Brenda Starr for the texture! Norman Cousins (June 24, 1915 – November 30, 1990) was an American political journalist, author, professor, and world peace advocate. Wikipedia: Norman Cousins