I'm sure this a useful product for those that want to save or share photos that no one can be offended by.
And lots of fun.
Oh. Part A, yes. Well I'm sure it's an easy tool to use. Yahoo(!)
Admittedly being someone who would tend not to place a photo beyond the control and confines of the home computer without expressly permitting it to be viewed specifically for the allotted duration and solely for the selected viewer(s) of my questionable choice, it is with no displeasure that presenting pictures, graphics, images or visuables of any non-lexiconical referents is an impossibility as long as yet another email account is necessary, Yahoo by name, which it apparently is.
Still, in the spirit of the "BLOG", {capitalized and in quotes, not for what may be perceived as sarcastic aggression, but to render the source here more visually accessible, allow it to rise from the level sea of the blue sphere. I show my prejudice here. I imagine the blogosphere a glossy blue (rather unimaginatively given the obvious reference to the atmosphere as represented in paintings of the earth from certain distances as well as the now and forever historographic images of the earth itself from the void of space. I apologize.) and waveless, or more properly, uniformly waved surface in which, where all waves are the same, there may as well be no wave. So, "BLOG" is in capital letters and quotes to achieve a bit of non-uniformity, the better to be seen. This will be dealt with more permanently(once typed, the blog settles back into the sea from which it has been drawn and once again becomes indistinct) later and it is hoped, in a way that will render this "BLOG" separate from the blogosphere even as it remains native to the environment that spawned it.}
...in any event...
I feel it would only be fair to present an IMAGE of some kind to anyone who might, against all advertising and better judgement, visit and read the contents herein. A PHOTOG will be described. Here it is.
The picture can be begun to be stated by saying that it is of me with an iguana on my shoulder. ( Not very specific yet I realize but pictures have to be built up. Please bear with me. I don't do this for a living.) I also have to deal with the issue of the pronoun "an" as modifier for the iguana as some who read this may think, feel or properly categorize the iguana as "mine". It is true that I house and feed the animal but I have never felt that accepting such responsibility was firm grounding for consigning the evolute to the classification "property". But of course, many do not separate those designations of 'property' and 'supported non-humans' and the resulting combination yields "pet" for those without the prefrontal lobes and "keeper" for those with them.
Onward the picture.
The iguana's head appears from behind my own, nose pointing in the opposite direction(north) from my own. We are both in profile. Her skin appears, despite the fact that it is comprised of millimeter sized regular scales with the exception of her head which has larger less regularly shaped scales, as a bound series of extremely thin vertical bands with a fold that casts a shadow that appears to subdivide her longitudinally. Her eye (the iguana is female) that is, her left eye, is shifted to the right of the photog, that is, to her left, a backward glance towards my head. My hair is short so that my head is very, well, head-shaped with little distortion from the actual shape of the fleshed-out skull that longer hair causes. I am enough in profile that my ear demarcates the point halfway between my face and the back of my head. ( As it should-- don't be smart! )
The end of a palm frond, bluer green than the green of the iguana dangles above my head as though attempting to sneak into the picture unnoticed. The blades of the frond, fold slightly dexter to our (the lizard and me) position as we form a pure vertical though the iguana is angled slightly sinister. But for the curve of the iguana over my shoulder and down my torso, the frond blades would all run perpendicular to the spines on the iguana's back, the fronds of course being several orders of magnitude longer than the spines though less impressive for being vegetable in nature(this can be discussed at a later time if you like... assuming there is a you).
the iguana's left foreleg is visible on a fold of my black, collarless shirt, a fold that she has caused with her hand-like front foot, of which two fingers are curled under and into the shirt fold. Her nails are long and blunt, silvery-brown. She is not resting on my shoulder but holds herself up so that her eye is level with my own and the blurry doorbell button behind us by about 2 feet. That and her barely open mouth and jutting lower jaw showing her tongue suggests she is getting ready to take some action (many would conclude that she was about to bite--she isn't.).
I have the sun in my face so I am squinting, my mouth is slightly open,
(many would conclude that I am about to speak--I wasn't)
smiling and frowning simultaneously for the camera and against the blaze in my eyes. My zygomaticus and frontalis are taut.
My right arm is bare from the bicep the bottom of the photo which terminates above the elbow.
My left hand, two fingers of it, the pinky and ring finger, just the last two phalanges ( spans of the the fingers and of course a portion of the fingernails ) curl beneath my chin and over the hip of the iguana. The tail hangs down, lawn green with brown smudges dividing the green at even intervals from the upper edge of her tail to the lower edge which can't be seen because of my shirt, continuing to the bottom of the photograph. I look like I'm stroking an alien beard. My shirt is black but the sun catches it creating a dull, chalky photon yellow in the highlights. A dark, slender cone-shaped fold tapers from my armpit, thin to wide, in reverse of the lizard's tail, wide to thin, in almost the same proportion, following the same arc.
The iguana's upper jaw scales are grey from the blunt flat scale halfway to the reddish-brown scales of the rest of the top of her lumpy head and will shed this soon. The scales under her lower jaw, from the subtympanic shield ( a big round scale that is about the same size as her tympanum or ear ) downward and across, are comparatively salt and peppery with a bit of green, descending from below her ear in a pattern that suggests certain drawings by Escher or fractals arrived at by invoking a Mandelbrot set causing some to erroneously believe in intelligent design. Her dewlap hangs sloppily, a conical fold from her lower jaw, speckled in tiny black, white and green dots, limply on my shirt. She has no need to extend it in order to claim her territory. I am it ( many have already concluded this to be the case--smart asses ).
She looks more alert than I.
Behind us is a dark purple metal door in a khaki green wooden wall continuous with khaki green brick sized masonry. The white plastic doorbell button is on the wooden wall at 2 O'clock to the dirty golden doorknob.
And finally, I am not wearing my glasses.
I offer this picture and hope it will suffice as a FLICKR entry, that no one is offended and that an image has been successfully shared. If further clarity is needed, please ask for further detail.
Returning to the "BLOG" issue. To distinguish this from all the others, it will no longer be called a "BLOG".
Henceforth, this collection of blathering will be a "WEBL". That's wight! A webl.
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