Photography Phriday...and the Death of Little Bastard.

I've been quiet lately. Its mostly my day job, but some of it is taking care of photography clients and, yes, writing. In fact, right now I'm in the Smokey Mountains in a secluded location for the sole purpose of writing. However, along with that, I've been hiking and taking photos, too.

I've knocked out two chapters for Book 4 of the Chronicles of Fu Xi.  I'm hoping to complete two more before I have to leave. Its going to be difficult, because this place is so amazing. 

Right now, I'm exhausted. I hiked 7 miles today and forgot I was an out of shape fat guy. To celebrate I roasted a t-bone over an open fire, drank a few cold ones and watched the sunset. I took these images just a few minutes ago right in front of my cabin.

This fire sunset caught the entire western slope of the mountain I am staying on to blaze to life.

The reds and oranges seemed to catch fire in the sunset. This place is amazing in the autumn.

Its going to be a short blog...OMG WHAT THE HELL!? WE  INTERUPT THIS BLOG FOR IMPORTANT BREAKING NEWS.

I'm sitting here typing out this blog when all of a sudden a damn spider lowers itself on a web RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY FACE!  Needless to say, my pre-programmed automatic threat countermeasures deployed. Basically, I clapped and tied to smush the little bugger. It only served to propel said spider right on top of my keyboard. I present for your approval LITTLE BASTARD. 

The little shit sat there and, of all things, started critiquing my writing. I tried to explain to Little Bastard this is just first draft, but he wasn't amused. I mean LOOK AT HIM! Can't you just see the judgement just dripping off his expression. I asked him if he was poisonous, to which he replied not nearly as poisonous as my prose Then it chastised me for assume its pronouns. 

Little Bastard.

"Honor him...and buy a book."

Being that I have nothing against spiders, I have spent the last ten minutes trying save Little Bastard, but Little Bastard would have nothing to do with it. In my said attempt to save him, I accidentally crushed to life out of him. 

This spider was a dumbass. He tried to attack me during the rescue effort. I'm going to have to chalk this one up to Darwin and keep on moving. 

If you want to honor the memory of Little Bastard, you can visit my author page and buy a copy of one of my books in his honor.  If you do so, you will be a better person. 

See ya Monday, when I'l try to have a worthy blog entry that doesn't involve dead spiders. 

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