I just got back from a vacation. I went with the man with whom I live and David Attenborough, who bobs around in my head all day and narrates anything that I encounter if it involves  natural beauty. If I were to invent a religion, I would center it around David Attenborough because he seems to be God’s smarter better intended brother. In his BBC documentaries he is everywhere and knows everything worth knowing. He is in the trees, under the seas, beneath the ice, and also somehow just in back of where millipedes or hedgehogs are mating. He is amazing. So I made a tribute. 

Because of David Attenborough, I shot this on a trail in Colorado. Caterpillar larvae were hatching. But I forgot to put my face in the shot. Damn.