This might be the largest jumping spider that I’ve come across. It’s nearly 3x bigger than any of the others. A quick search tells me it might be a bronze aussie jumper (but are not listed as being in WA). I am pretty damn stoked to see it today.
I’ve been reading this novel over the past couple of days. Originally written in French in 1856. It never ceases to amaze me how familiar the people of 100+ years ago seem. This novel intrigues me like all modern classics, particularly because it shows that even though we’ve evolved…our ancestors have experienced the same emotions; heart ache, death, love, happiness…it’s all been experienced before, and yet I sometimes foolishly believe I’m experiencing elements in my life that may have never been felt before. Wrong, and kind of self indulgent that I may at times believe so.
I’ve been out lolling about in the streets lately, people watching (of which I’ve been told I’m terribly indiscreet). When I see frail, stooped older people (my heart melts) my mind wanders and I imagine what they must have been like when they were young. Am I similar to the woman wearing a colourful outfit, with her hair perfectly styled? Was she wild when she was young and able to run? Perhaps.
Will Mike and I live into old age and still hold hands in the street, while we wander to get groceries…
I imagine we will.
I smile a lot to myself when I read these older works… Everything we experience in this life, has been felt before.
Oh yes, today is the 3rd anniversary of this blog. Well done me!