Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Sunday, July 23, 2017

Lepidoptera by Pine Creek.

There's a large patch of Mint, maybe Horsemint, at the edges of Pine Creek where it crosses the Squirrel Creek Road, the road I took to Brady's Camp (see previous posts), and there were hundreds of Butterflies and Moths visiting.  I'm not too good at photographing things that keep moving fast, but I did get a few that I thought were worth sharing.  The first two are White-lined Sphinx moths, also know as Hummingbird moths because of the amazing resemblance in flight.
THe next one is some species of Fritillary.
And finally, a Pale Swallowtail butterfly.
I haven't located this spot on a topo map, but I suspect it's at around 6,500 '.  After Pine Creek flows eastward out of Brady's camp, it takes a sudden right turn southward and drops down to this crossing of Squirrel Creek Road,  Very dusty and bumpy.  I was worried about rattling my truck to death.

Lilies at 7,000'

Washington Lily, at the edge of Pine Creek, downstream from Brady's Camp.  Approximately 7,000' elevation.
Leopard Lily, same area.
Rear view of Leopard Lily, just as pretty.
Sierra Onion, at Brady's Camp.
Pretty-Face Brodiaea at Brady's Camp.

Thursday, July 20, 2017

A Paradigm Shift

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This is the back cover of the most amazing book I've come across this year - maybe this decade.  It provoked (or should I say legitimized?) a kind of stream of consciousness experience that will most certainly affect this blog, and will likely affect a book I'm trying to put together (while badly afflicted with procrastination and distraction) but which I cannot write about further until after dinner. Hmmm, procrastination again?
There: I've had a bowl of granola with a banana, and now I can carry this story a little further.  I discovered this book during my end-of-May drive to Pittsburgh, PA, to see my daughter, the art professor.  This book, backside up, was on a table full of books and papers in her living room.  The words "writing the unthinkable" caught my eye.  I turned it over and saw the title: WHAT IT IS: The formless thing which gives things form.  Some sort of paradox?  It would have been easy to ignore this book because it looked so unconventional (euphemism for quirky?), but I already had a copy of Lynda Barry's Syllabus, so I was hooked. Since my mind is frequently racing all over the place, I am often told by others watching my work, my office, etc., that I need to get organized.  Then I claim that I am organized, despite appearances.  So, after another break - maybe even a good night's sleep - I will try to give form to the formless messages I got from this book.  As I write this, my mind frequently flashes on another interesting book I found this past week: Kerri Majors' This Is Not a Writing Manual, which definitely is a writing manual.  So,  I do think I need some sleep before I can give form to it all.  For one thing, a blog in this format is inherently linear, but the processes of thinking and writing I am alluding to definitely are not.  Will I be able to fit a round peg into a square hole?

Sunday, July 16, 2017

Beetlemania strikes again

 I've undoubtedly used this title or a similar one at least once each year for the past five - ever since I first discovered the Red Milkweed Beetle - Tetraopes basalis.  So far the summer of 2017 has been very dry and hot, and I've only seen one of these beetles at a time in just a few places.  But a few days ago I stopped by one of my favorite spots on Chandler Road, just in case.  As I said in an earlier post, most of the Milkweeds here had already succumbed to the Road Department's weed eater attacks.  But on this day, there were three on one plant, and one each on three other plants.  I took lots of photos.  My favorite is the last one in this series.  For some reason the inclusion of part of the fence appealed to me even though that's what I usually avoid.  I also like number 5 in the series because of the way the beetle folded her antennae back in response to my close approach. It reminded me of cat behavior.







Are books natural?

 Currently, my blog has become a stream of consciousness kind of thing.  I'm still trying to catch up on posting photos and thoughts from last weekend's trip to the coast.  Meanwhile, a whole week has gone by back in Quincy and I've done some wandering and photographing and thinking here.  As I said earlier, the destination following our drive down the Mendocino and Sonoma County coasts was "bookstore heaven" from Pt. Reyes Station to Corte Madera and San Rafael.  Always one to enjoy the simpler things, I appreciated hearing a Spanish speaker pronounce "reyes" as a two-syllable word as it should be.  AS we were preparing for this trip, I fantasized about bringing home a box full of books.  It turns out I only bought two (pictured here) and regret passing up one other.  The two I bought and the one I passed up were greatly influenced by the authors' experiences of nature.  I love the feel of a book in my hands - much more than the "feel" of the laptop I am now using.  I wonder if books are more natural than computers.  One can approach this question superficially or deeply.  Either way, "nature" and "natural" are human constructs.  When I get home where the Internet speed is pathetically slow, I will add some narrative about what influenced me to buy these two books and why I regret passing up the third.  For now, I am sitting outside a cafe with very high speed Internet where I could add each photo to my blog in 15 - 20 seconds, a process that can take as long as 5 minutes at home.  So, until then....

Saturday, July 15, 2017

Spring is Back!

 I still need to go back a post or two to finish my narrative about last weekend's trip to the coast.  But today, I just had to escape the heat and go somewhere, like high altitude, where I wouldn't run into a crowd with the same goal.  I made a lucky choice, and these two photos of Monkshood made the drive worthwhile, and I got lots more good photos which I'll post soon.  The drive began at the road that leads up to Argentine Peak from the spot on Highway 70 across the road from Williams Loop.  The first few miles were pretty dusty and bumpy and I was nervous about abusing my truck. I was looking forward to the first major stream crossing which has always been a good spot for wildflowers and the butterflies and moths that pollinate them.  Several hopes were fulfilled, and others were exceeded.  I saw blooming Washington Lilies, Leopard Lilies, and Corn Lilies, Pennyroyal and other members of the mint family, and some orchids and onions.  But, the highlight was the Monkshood shown here.  They belong to my favorite wildflower family, Ranunculaceae, to which the Crimson Columbine and Buttercups also belong.

The road was in rough shape and I wondered which damage was done by a hard winter and which was the result of aggressive logging.  I wondered about a lot of things, but had time limits as usual, so some things I'll just have to keep on wondering about.  I thought of Thoreau and what must have been on his mind when he wrote "Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in."
I titled this post "Spring is Back!" because going up in elevation feels like going back in time.  The foothills are bone dry and most species of flowers have gone to seed long ago, but from 5,000 to 6,500' feet elevation where I explored today, lots of those same species are at their peak of blooming.  Feels like spring again.