mr budak shows off the mini Botanical Gardens in his home. Very very nice work. My tank is only some driftwood and a couple of plants bought from the fish shop. His plants are freakin' grown.
As an amateur fish hobbyist, I am always impressed by other people's aquariums. While others work on creating an ideal ecological heaven for their fish, my goal in this hobby is to keep my fish alive. "Don't die" is the motto (same as my Halo 2 battle cry). Doesn't matter if it does not win interior design awards, I deem my aquarium a success when my little fishies grow up big and strong. Oh, my latest acquisition is some frozen oxheart with vitamins and red enhancing supplements, for my discus. Yes, red meat for my spoilt fish. More water-changing work for me.
He has another earlier post on his fish tank, so that you can admire it (or leave witty comments like "This tank looks like my toilet bowl!").
(Oh, this post was blogged from the comfort of my bedroom, with a five-bar signal strength, courtesy of my Range Expander. Ah, the joys of not knowing what wi-fi signals can do to your brain.)
This is the 'paludrium' which I worked on yesterday, rearranging the driftwood and plants into a scene less akin to a set of the swamp thing. The water level was previously a couple of inches lower than the present, and after this rework, I plan to leave the tank alone again for another few months to let the mosses and ferns settle in. It's really too much of a chore to do weekly water changes, prunings, scrubbing and corpse removal (I just let them rot and rejoin the nitrogen cycle of life). Besides, it's a hell of a walk from the study to the bathroom. Especially with a pailful of water. And mrs budak will slice off my precious parts if I get the floor wet...