Wednesday, February 27, 2013
The second photo is of a Thread-waisted Wasp feeding on a daisy in my front yard. It might look scary to someone taught that all wsaps are scary, even deadly! But I know otherwise and I have spent hours watching them feeding on various flowers.
The third photo is of a Yellow Jacket building its nest. It was too busy to pay attention to me, so I watched for ten or fifteen minutes, admiring its engineering ability. If I get stung once in a great while watching things like this it is well worth it. By the way, I get stung about once every few years. No big deal. I see wonders!
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Tomorrow (2/25): Turns out there was a problem with the land line, or some switches somewhere. So, last night I got a partial picture of my starfish. This morning at another location I am able to load the whole thing. This dried starfish has been a decoration in our bathroom for years. It's been 50 years since I took Comparative Invertebrate Anatomy. Haven't studied Echinoderms since. When I spotted the little white circle, approximately in the 2 o'clock position slightly off center, the term "madreporite" popped into my head. It's the entry point for the pumping system that allows starfish to adhere tenaciously to rocks, shellfish, etc. When I ponder the thousands of things I've forgotten since college days, I wonder what brain function chooses to remember such a term as madreporite. I wonder if under hypnotism I could still pass the semester exam.
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Anyway, two of the three crossed the creek and scrambled up the steep bank. I zoomed in to photograph the one furthest behind. The scene reminded me of the one on Main Street last week when I came across three Ravens feeding. A bold one stayed behind until the last possible safe second while the two skittish ones took off as soon as they saw me coming. I wonder which are the most successful.
Monday, February 18, 2013
There won't be any wildflowers blooming around Quincy for a while longer. Still too cold. Some people urge the process along by planting Crocuses and other early-blooming cultivated flowers. See my previous post. The Crocuses were planted in front of Patti's Thunder Cafe, formerly Morning Thunder. Call it cheating if you will, but I've decided to help spring along by posting one of last year's poppies.
10:10 a.m. I published the above around 6:30 this morning when I wasn't fully awake. I just now realized that I made no sense of the title. It was inspired by Spencer's recent post in which his words, stirred by early blooms, reminisced on past trips to Table Mountain in all seasons and projected ahead to exciting trips to come. The poppies were just markers in a continuum, and anyone who visits a place like Table Mountain often enough (your own back yard probably qualifies) will develop a sense of being part of a cycle, a continuum, which has its own special features in every season and time of day. I've always been curious about life cycles in the tropics. We temperate zone people tend to think we have a corner on seasons, but even in lands with much less temperature variation than ours, there are undoubtedly seasons for individual species of plants and animals that are noticeable and provide the same feeling of continuity. Thanks to Thomas Edison's light bulb, more and more people at all latitudes are staying inside most of the time. Do they know what they're missing?