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Stormy!

Stormy!

Marty’s photo of the day #4322: Crossing the stormy Drake Passage, between Antarctica and South America. Wait? Did I say Stormy? Stormy! Stormy! Stormy! Stormy! Stormy! Stormy! I dedicate today’s photo to a true American hero. Thank you, Stormy Daniels, for your service. (And your hilarious tweets.)

Not for insecure Floridians

Not for insecure Floridians

Marty’s photo of the day #4320: When in Europe, Deb and I make it a point to visit churches. We don’t do it for religious reasons, but instead because they double as art museums. In 2018, while in Florence, Italy, we visited a Catholic church that featured multiple nude statues that were just fine for […]

Nellie takes over

Nellie takes over

Marty’s photo of the day #4266: Hey! It’s me, Nellie, taking over Dad’s morning post. I’ve been looking at the photos of the day Dad has been posting lately—residents of the Essen Wildlife Refuge, exotic animals from all over the world, and even a dog who lived at my house before me who could jump […]

The Aussie fangs-o-death

The Aussie fangs-o-death

Marty’s photo of the day #4255: This short excerpt from my first book, Cool Creatures, Hot Planet: Exploring the Seven Continents, explains the shot: I flicked on my flashlight. “Deb! It’s a Belizean fangs-o-death!” “Let me see. Wow, it’s amazingly similar to the orb weaver spiders in Belize. But its body isn’t as colorful or […]

Pure doggie joy

Pure doggie joy

It has been a beautiful 10 degrees below zero day here at the Essen Wildlife Refuge. The clouds moved out, and the sun was at the perfect angle to catch the snow glistening on all the trees with a tall mountain peak in the background. I’ve fallen in love with my Panasonic Lumix DMC-ZS100 large-chip […]

Hamster guts

Hamster guts

Since I became an author and college speaker, newspapers and magazines have published countless stories about my books and college shows, and that doesn’t include opinion pieces and articles I’ve written myself for those publications. I used to save physical copies of all those newspapers and magazines for posterity or something to read in my […]

The half-moon shot

The half-moon shot

Marty’s photo of the day #4089: When visiting the American Prairie Reserve earlier this month, Deb, Nellie, and I spent all five of our evenings there, lying on our backs, drinking adult beverages, and watching the stars. (Well, as responsible parents, Deb and I didn’t actually let our dog, Nellie, have any of the adult […]

Nellie from Down Under

Nellie from Down Under

Marty’s photo of the day #3862: After Deb and I adopted Nellie from an animal shelter, we had her DNA tested. She is one-half golden retriever and one-half Australian cattle dog (which also makes her one-quarter dingo). Those bloodlines have given her the most unique personality of any dog we’ve ever owned. Being that half […]

Spanish Martini

Spanish Martini

Marty’s photo of the day #3828: In a glass add 2 1/2 ounces of gin or vodka, 1/2 ounce of dry vermouth, and ice. Travel to Spain, climb gate of olive farm located there, steal two olives and drop them into the glass. Run away when spotted (carrying the glass, of course) and hurry back […]

My favorite deity

My favorite deity

Marty’s photo of the day #3825: I photographed this pink river dolphin in a tributary of the Amazon River. Of all the deities, pink river dolphins are my favorite. They live in Encante, a city of gold under the Amazon River (I named my talent agency Encante Entertainment, Inc.), and their primary superpower is that […]

Happy Birthday Nellie!

Happy Birthday Nellie!

Marty’s photo of the day #3796: Happy Birthday to Nellie! She is two-years-old today. Well, since she was a stray, adopted from an animal shelter, I’m not sure of the exact date. But based on the age estimate from the animal shelter and the fifteen months she’s lived with us, I am likely within a […]

The glowing Mr. Trump Head

The glowing Mr. Trump Head

Marty’s photo of the day #3657: Mr. Trump Head, The Republican Jesus, Martyman and his dog, Professor Leakey, all live on the deep windowsill above our kitchen sink. The other day, my wife, Deb, called me into the kitchen, laughing. At this time of year, for just a few minutes, the rising sun hits Mr. […]