It’s almost Friday . . . AGAIN!!!
Yesterday and TODAY and tomorrow . . .
Was out on the northeast shore of Owens Lake with my iPod Touch and the Nikon Coolpix – I forgot that the biting flies are out this time of year. I was mobbed by deer flies!! HOLY CRAP!! Flies to the left of me, flies to the right . . . But I persevered and deer fly carcasses were strewn about roadside. There was blood smeared on my left arm and hand where two of the bloodsuckers had managed to gain access, and were smashed by concussive pressure applied when their presence was detected . . .
After the close quarter combat, I noticed the disk . . . there’s some noticeable damage to the structure, a large crack . . .
. . . the unidentified object will reappear after further investigation . . .
The guy in the purple tights was checking some wreckage . . .
. . . looking for love!
Two ladies in a strange land . . .
Definitely used to the desert . . .
. . . you can tell by their garments.
Tango Delta 21 and his partner TD 11 checking for potential danger near a site known as the Morgue on the western perimeter of MANZ . . .
The shiny metallic object near the cave opening suggested possible occupancy by an alien life-force . . .
Recon can be dangerous . . .
. . . a close-up of TD-21’s armor showing wear and-tear from numerous forays in the desert.
In Canyon 34, yesterday.
Insertion, Sector 15, looking for the stone lighthouse . . .
Sky is clear, and . . .
Small photos taken with the iPod Touch, large images are from the Coolpix . . .