This is the smallest bird I think I’ve ever semi-successfully photographed. Such beautiful coloration, I think.
About Me
Jeremiah Tolbert
Race : Human (mostly)
Class :
SF/F Writer 4 / Web Designer 7 / Photographer 6
Stats
Intelligence : Good at math, bad at word puzzles, keen on science. Education: bachelors in Biology from a tiny liberal arts college you never heard of.
Wisdom : Still working on that “sound of one hand clapping” koan.
Charisma : Likable enough, but not going to win any Mr. Universe contests.
Strength : Can take roughly 8 toddlers in a fight before being overwhelmed.
Dexterity : Not to be trusted with fragile objects with a value greater than $500.
Constitution : Survived a semester in Africa eating half the ungulate species of the Serengeti.
Skills
Olympus Cameras : +7
HTML/CSS Coding : +8
Mischievous Photoshopping : +10
Knowledge: Steampunk : +6
General Smart Assery : +9
Gaming (general) : +10
Writing
Upcoming Fiction
My story “Groob’s Stupid Grubs,” a story of a goblin’s hopes for his idiot children, is available in Black Gate 15.
Currently Writing
I recently finished the first draft of a YA novel called Takedown Notice set in the net-mage universe of my stories “Captain Blood’s B00ty” and “One Click Banishment.” What happens when the Magical Association of Atlantis finally gets the upper hand against the net mages in the spell program copyfight?
Photography
Where To See
My photography can currently be seen in the following locations:
Ivinson Memorial Hospital
255 N. 30th Street
Laramie, Wyoming 82072
Know of another place where I can show my photos? Drop me a line, please! I have framed prints ready to go up!
Online
My semi-abandoned 365 Project
And on this blog!



















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How pretty. I love how crisp the bird looks in the shot.
I honestly never knew that barn swallows ever stop and perch on things! I mean, they must, right?
I have a nesting pair that spend the entire day, from sunup to sundown, swooping past the window outside my desk. I’ve never seen one hold still — quite a stroke of luck, there!