365-Day Project, Art, Creativity, Mystery, Nature, Photography

Day 218 – A Bug of a Treasure

Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever. – Mahatma Gandhi

There are indeed hidden treasures in everything – and I do mean everything – if you’re willing to search. Yesterday’s subject was indeed a perfect example. But before we get to that, here’s today’s mystery “what is it?!?” picture. Can you tell? Do you know?

What Is It?!?


What Was That?!? Yesterday’s Picture (Day 217)

A couple of things I’ve learned from doing this blog: photographs I think will be easily identified often are not, and photographs I think will be unguessable often are. Yesterday’s subject was indeed one of those I thought would be guessed. Although not, there were lots and lots of guesses/perspectives, most of which I could “see” in the image. Was it flour? Not flour. A brush? Not a brush. A glacier? Not that. Chalk? Not that either. Could it be cheese? Not cheese. Ice? Not ice. Sand? Not sand. Sugar/powder/chalk? No/no/no. Waterfall over rocks? Not that either (but really neat perspective). And another really neat story from Terry! But first …

What in the heck was it?!? What you saw was a piece of lighted crystal. When I was cropping one of the images, I happened to find the hidden treasure. I couldn’t wait to share it with you! Trapped inside this crystal is a bug, which is not visible to the naked eye.


And now for our story from Terry:

When Chance Kinnard went to bed it was cold; but not that cold!
Chance owned a ‘hell of a doona’ and no matter how cold it got it would always keep him warm.
He always turned off the central heating at night, partly because he was a cheapskate, and partly because he got too hot under that spectacular doona.
His two dogs had lovely thick coats but they would always end up under the doona with him as the warmth slowly oozed out through the cracks in his ancient abode.
Two dogs plus spectacular doona equalled a lot of heat so occasionally he would have to throw the doona off for a few seconds.
He slept in his birthday suit which helped a bit but it got a bit tricky on entry.
The dogs wondered why he always made strange noises when his naked flesh hit the cold sheets.
Chance lived in what used to be a temperate rainforest so although it got quite cold in the winter it rarely ever snowed.
When he got up that morning and looked out of his window what he saw was not snow, but ice. Several feet thick in places, as though God had left the freezer door open.
He thought about ringing someone to report it but then he decided to go back to bed. The dogs agreed with his assessment of the situation and after taking a wee in the laundry they joined him under the doona.
“Global warming, my arse”.
These words hung in the air as he slowly drifted off to sleep.
The rescue teams found them several days later, looking peaceful but frozen solid.


22 thoughts on “Day 218 – A Bug of a Treasure”

  1. Reading through Brenda’s guesses (she does make me chuckle) could it possibly be a lamp base? I was going to guess at a flower, but that doesn’t link in with her lampshade theory.
    Jude xx


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