Michael
@scienceteacher
I like basil, quahogs, horseshoe crabs, and teaching high school critters. Oh, and swear words. he/him/his (photos taken by me unless otherwise noted....)
Saw pelicans over the Cape May Canal today, and had to share the news with the hand.
Science teacher bloviating: "Nature never sucks, nature only blows!" The man was *pushed* out by the air pressure behind him. Gazillions of gas molecules randomly bouncing around and colliding with things is the heart of much of science. And why the "but survives" bit? The NYT sounds disappointed.
Trimming the garlic is one of my favorite gardening activities. You pull them out of dirt, and under the dirt is beauty.
Just a few months ago in these same parts. The edge of the bay was lined with blocks of ice the size of small boats.
Our local jetty is breaking apart, but as its functional use diminishes, its aesthetic appeal improves.
A few weeks ago I found a tiny plastic Jesus in the crack of a sidewalk. A week or two later, I found a (not as tiny) plastic human leg on the same block. They are among us.
This student's tomato plant was left over from the spring of 2025, survived the summer in school, struggled through the winter on a west-facing windowsill, and this week we got this. The breath of two years of students in one, tiny tomato.
Moments after sunset. We're truly spoiled on the west coast of New Jersey. Night after night after night. This one is from soon before the solstice.
This year's garlic so far: Rough spring--hot and dry with a surgery thrown in, so maybe a tad smaller than usual, but still fookin' amazing every time I pull one up.
A flattened (and very dead ghost crab) on a road just yards from the Delaware Bay. Strangely fascinating clash of cultures.
Horseshoe crabs dancing and fookin' as the sun sets and a big moon rises.
From Amazon this morning.... (Yep, I just outed myself--needed a new dryer switch in a hurry....😬)
No joy in Mudville tonight, but the rest of the wold is happy! One of life's lessons: don't be a chud.
Milling some hard red winter wheat. Did it manually for years, but ageing is no joke ...
These mofos keep returning year after year after year. Keeping most of my faith in things not bothered by human hands.