PHP dev, sometimes pixel artist. Also takes pictures of bugs and birds to see what they look like up close.
I love it too! I wish I had noticed it when the picture was taken, because it’s gorgeous.
Bees are macro on hard mode, they never stop moving. You did a fantastic job. I always end up using burst mode and prayer. Have fun experimenting!
She looks like she’s wearing a pollen crown!
The bees are the best. They get SO dusty. Also: can I see, please?
90% “that’s amazing, I had no idea it looked so cool” and 10% “what is this ungodly abomination, let me unsee this” in my experience :)
Why settle when I could get a 800mm 5.6 for a mere 14k?
The only reason I didn’t impulse buy a teleconverter to tack on my impulse bought 600mm is that it would just get me (more) underexposed pictures. But the urge is real, and we don’t even have bald eagles around here.
I saw some active webrings on neocities sites!
Try cloudhiker
Amazing scene! That must have been great to watch. Less so to hear!
A handsome boi!
So mossy. It’s beautiful!
“Did they see me? Naaah. I am perfectly hidden behind this tall grass!”
Such a beautiful area. I love that golden light.
I saw php error logs cause a full disk in a few minutes (thankfully on a shared dev server), thanks to an accidental endless loop that just flooded everything with a wall of notices…
And, working with a CMS that allows third-party plugins that don’t bother to catch exceptions, aggressive web crawlers are not a good thing to encounter on a weekend… 1 exception x 400000 product pages makes for a loooot of text.
It comes with a PWA that works well enough.
A index.html file that says “There’s nothing here”. Not even a special http status. I have subdomains with freshrss, dokuwiki, XBackBone, and whatever I’m tinkering with, but I can’t be bothered to maintain anything public. I guess I have personal websites I haven’t touched since 2012?
“A dumbass committed her email address hardcoded as a recipient for all mails, again.”
– Me, the dumbass
“We will take facebook pixel and tiktok and klaviyo for the events, and oh our chatbot, google analytics, this other analytics thing, and…”
I routinely have murderous urges. Ma’am, your site crashes my 6yo phone’s browser. Stop. I beg you.
You drive through the fields and spot a dishevelled young woman hunching over roadkill, reaching into the corpse with pliers as flies buzz around her. You accidentally make eye contact just as she - grinning - drops a writhing maggot into a translucent plastic bottle.