This is a visitor video posted on the MBA Tumblr page.
I am really into the slow food movement and consider myself an aficionado of fine foods. The salad course I am enjoying now, for instance, has been left in the sun and soil to leisurely brown until its sweet and fruity flavors intensify.
The next course in my haute cuisine will be a decomposing mushroom with a reduced spore sauce. Sure, it will take me 45 minutes of travel time for the entrée, but that’s why it’s a slow food movement.
Via The Telegraph, photo by Arief Perdana/Caters News.
Deep in the jungle
Moment of serenity
Lounge lizard by Josh220
Here’s Swedish supermodel Molly Oosk, sensually rinsing off after a slow-motion romp on the beach in this daring one-piece shell by Not-So-Speedo.
Why, Ms. Axolotl, at least you’re sporting the cutest hat for your CO debut!
Oh, this little thing? It’s for taking out the garbahj. I wouldn’t want to ruin any of my good hats.
Submitted by Fiona V., who wants to raise awareness about Axolotls, only the cutest amphibians ever, which happen to be critically endangered and near extinction in the wild.
It’s so pretty. Wonder where the other is? Well, it couldn’t be too far away.
It would also make a very pretty necklace pendant, Johanna S.
You are! Yes, you are! Good morning Little Crabby!
Hey you kids! Get offa my beach before I pinch ya!
Krista C, found the little horseshoe crab on Cedar Key, FL, and she says, “Look at his little Telson!” Krista, what’s a Telson?
Tiny crab by Christian B.
There once was a hero named Pip
Who rode into town on a finger tip.
Listen, all you Ladies and Gents
I’ll rule the world inch by inch
Just as long as I don’t lose my grip!
Carol B. says she released Ms. Teeny McTiniest back into the wild after this photo.
With our compass lost in the blizzard, young Wainwright and I gamely vowed to soldier on as best we could. Shouldering our packs, we inched our way down the treacherous cliffs while I attempted to get our bearings by watching the sun. This, however, proved fruitless, as the sun seemed to dart capriciously across the morning sky. Yet it was not the sun that shifted, but ourselves, and it was then I realized we had become marooned on the dreaded… Index Mountains.