Oak Treehopper (Platycotis vittata) adult and two larval stages by Paul Hueber
Via Flickr:
The photo above was taken one week after the shot below, and shows how many of them had developed into the next larval stage. The third photo below shows an adult. Shooting conditions weren’t very good. I was handholding a Canon 18-55mm kit lens at 1/15 second from a few inches away at ISO 800. Lake Lotus Park in Altamonte Springs, Florida Canon Rebel XSi and Canon 18-55
BREAKING: A Seminole County grand jury will investigate the Trayvon Martin shooting. That's on top of the Department of Justice, by the way.

State Attorney Norm Wolfinger this morning released a prepared statement, saying he would have a county grand jury hear evidence April 10.

His office, with the help of the Florida Department of Law Enforcement, is reviewing and collecting evidence in the case, his statement said.

“I respectfully request that the public remain patient as this process moves forward,” said his statement.

It appears that public pressure is working to encourage that something get done in the case.


please if you live in Seminole county Florida please help me find my dog
She’s our family and we miss her so much
Her name is Snooki she’s friendly and small. Please help

You guys have no problem reblogging naked girls and funny pictures so please reblog and help me bring my baby home
Oklahoma High School Bans Eagle Feathers for Caps of Native Grads, at least half of the school’s enrollment is American Indian. And the fact that its mascot, the Chieftains, wears a headdress and eagle feathers seems contradictory to some.



I really need y'alls help! This is my pit bull Bella! She’s super sweet dog, and I love her to death! My best friend was arrested a little bit ago and I had to find somewhere to take his dog. I would love to keep her here with me but my parents won’t let me. He will be getting out no later than December of 2015. The girl that is watching her now can only watch her until July 10. I would give her up but this dog means everything to him. This dog has been with him through his darkest hours and is one of the only things he has left. I will buy her food and also pay anybody willing and able to take her for a few months. Please, if you or anyone you know can help, please message me. we can’t bear to loose her. She means everything to us!

34.957029°N, 96.761295°W
Konawa, Seminole County, Oklahoma, USA

photo by Gracie Herriman

Depicted is the winner of the Oklahoma Energy Resources Board’s “Where in the World is Petro Pete?” contest. The contest’s instructions: “Show us what your favorite petroleum by-products are by snapping a photo of you and Petro Pete with your favorite items!”

Konawa is best known for repeatedly running out of water in the 2010s due to well failures. During the frequent outages, residents must get their water from tanks parked in front of the Konawa city hall.

Trayvon Martin, George Zimmerman, and W.E.B. DuBois

It’s been three days since a jury in Seminole County, Florida found George Zimmerman not guilty of second degree murder and the lesser charge of manslaughter. Since then, I have tried and failed to put into words the thoughts and feelings that overcome me each time I think about what happened that February night last year and the conversations that have been had ever since.

While thinking of how I might explain to a larger audience the complexity of my thoughts and feelings, I turned to one of my favorite pieces of writing, DuBois’ Souls of Black Folk and was particularly drawn to a key excerpt from this beautifully written text:

It is a peculiar sensation, this double-consciousness, this sense of always looking at one’s self through the eyes of others, of measuring one’s soul by the tape of a world that looks on in amused contempt and pity. One ever feels his two-ness,—an American, a Negro; two souls, two thoughts, two unreconciled strivings; two warring ideals in one dark body, whose dogged strength alone keeps it from being torn asunder.

It is through this double-conscious paradigm that I engage with and think about the world around me.

So, as an American, I understand full well that we live in a nation of laws, that we are governed by founding documents that protect the rights of the victim and the defendant, that in this country cases are tried, not in the court of public opinion, but in a court of law, in which individuals have a right to trial by jury. As an American, I am proud of those times when we attempt to adhere to our founding principles of liberty and justice for all, recognizing those times when we have failed miserably to live out the true meaning of our creed. As an American, I not only appreciate and respect the work of those who take on the task of prosecuting crimes; I have great appreciation for those who take on the equally important burden of protecting the rights of the accused. As an American, I accept and respect the jury’s decision to find George Zimmerman not guilty and as an American, I pray that those on both sides of this tragedy will find peaceful ways to engage in meaningful dialogue moving forward.

But for me and countless others, this case is not merely about abstract legal theory or philosophical meanings of justice, for we understand what it is like to walk in familiar spaces and still be thought of as foreign, as not belonging, as being in the wrong place at the wrong time. We understand what it’s like to have conversations with our parents about how to respond if we are pulled over by police or followed in a clothing store. We understand full well why the defense did not have to work very hard in convincing a majority white jury that 17 year old Trayvon Martin was the aggressor in his confrontation with 28 year old George Zimmerman. We understand what profiling is because we’ve experienced it. We’ve experienced it on the streets of our neighborhoods, in shopping malls and restaurants, on college campuses, and behind the wheel of our cars. And so I have little patience for those who tell us to accept the jury’s verdict and move on or who lecture us about what it means to be an American or about the importance of trusting a justice system that has, for generations, given people of color little reason at all to trust it.

Think about this. Would George Zimmerman have stopped Trayvon Martin if he were a white boy walking in his gated community? Would the police officers have been so lenient had George Zimmerman been a black man who lacked connections with local law enforcement? Would the jury have been so easily convinced that Trayvon Martin, a 17 year old who weighed 158 pounds, was the primary aggressor in a fight with George Zimmerman, who weighed 200 pounds and had a gun, had Martin been a white kid? Would it have been so easy for the defense to convince the jury that Trayvon Martin was a thug had he been a white kid wearing an American Eagle hoodie at the time of his death?

I know that there are many of you who are made uncomfortable by these questions. I know that there are those of you who will point out that Zimmerman was a mixed-raced Hispanic and therefore could not possibly have engaged in racial profiling. And I know there is a non-trivial number of you who will comment that this case had nothing to do with race or that racism and its ill effects only exist because people like me keep talking about it. You’ll proudly remark that you are colorblind and don’t see or care about race.

If that view of the world helps you sleep at night, more power to you. But, unlike you, I don’t have the luxury of living in a colorblind world. I am constantly reminded of my otherness. And so it is through a double-conscious paradigm that I can look proudly upon a justice system that gave George Zimmerman his day in court, while also being heart broken and pissed off by the fact that a 17 year old kid was killed because George Zimmerman looked at him and judged him, not by the content of his character, but by the color of his skin. And these feelings are exasperated by the knowledge that Trayvon Martin Martin was not the first and will likely not be the last person whose life is cut short because someone somewhere finds their blackness suspicious.