tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83232440815019027712024-03-04T21:16:27.306-08:00blackoaknaturalistJoe Willishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13946836311156845945noreply@blogger.comBlogger2302125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323244081501902771.post-39718770111185438352022-03-23T09:52:00.001-07:002022-03-23T09:52:20.798-07:00Rising from the ashes<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggWP5gacfc_UKT803nDGlVIas2Bs38ppO8iQU6gvHyt2BN31Dlz_thjtelOZxKsaicfCF_JhrScLZGcDlR8LT1hrgo6GKJ81O3zkFaiYF3kKC-QEc-UkkJroJe6zQPeIefaoX__oQFpFPYczlCgm2f6jmy5qxgd9FD7kEVaS6zFgsMGh1bZ-Sv531r/s320/Frenchman%203%20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggWP5gacfc_UKT803nDGlVIas2Bs38ppO8iQU6gvHyt2BN31Dlz_thjtelOZxKsaicfCF_JhrScLZGcDlR8LT1hrgo6GKJ81O3zkFaiYF3kKC-QEc-UkkJroJe6zQPeIefaoX__oQFpFPYczlCgm2f6jmy5qxgd9FD7kEVaS6zFgsMGh1bZ-Sv531r/s1600/Frenchman%203%20.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I've been reading Rebecca Solnit's <i>A Paradise Built in Hell, </i>and the spirit of that book became very real as I took my first two hikes into the ashen earth left behind by last summer's wildfires that devastated so much of Plumas County. The first three photos here were taken on the first day of Spring on a hillside about Frenchman Lake. The fire did such a thorough job of eliminating underbrush that it was easy for Greg and me to walk into the area without trails. We were in the vicinity of 6,000 feet of altitude and saw mostly dead trees. Despite the incredible views of Dixie Mountain and mountains southward towards Babbitt Peak, I reverted to my well-developed habit of looking at the ground. It paid off when I started spotting flowers blooming. These three reminded me of Buttercups or Anemones, but I still haven't identified them. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW4w7v5ugpJyjXtuqZnaXhbsDF7z5Fv76Vut2qz4A6vJ6FY8WIn8YXqB5cD_yag4zZx0Nd2GCSBbFU_JV3Xw96grEVpB7_XCr5REX6W9cRrPuFuMh9yNj_v2U2RxtEytD8XMmMzWubMsCRNA7zxfF3xVVS_vJ62p6Uvc0eOUXTtqfjfH4PQu15LmCu/s320/Frenchman%202%20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW4w7v5ugpJyjXtuqZnaXhbsDF7z5Fv76Vut2qz4A6vJ6FY8WIn8YXqB5cD_yag4zZx0Nd2GCSBbFU_JV3Xw96grEVpB7_XCr5REX6W9cRrPuFuMh9yNj_v2U2RxtEytD8XMmMzWubMsCRNA7zxfF3xVVS_vJ62p6Uvc0eOUXTtqfjfH4PQu15LmCu/s1600/Frenchman%202%20.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiWhCoGf8PhMkgU-Is018Z0PAKjWOF1k1Kx4nrAHn0cdB3MgllF8IL-lEDWax5Gs_T7DxEXhWDcpM1ywo-hYiESSjgoFMk7sVTSTZfVhwrTXryrKinOp6NX7Bo-DH5TgUnkflgs80o3r-pH7jEwKTfQtnV5lMf-qeBiPDkv02VXZelgODHeFAghWq7/s320/Frenchman%201%20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiWhCoGf8PhMkgU-Is018Z0PAKjWOF1k1Kx4nrAHn0cdB3MgllF8IL-lEDWax5Gs_T7DxEXhWDcpM1ywo-hYiESSjgoFMk7sVTSTZfVhwrTXryrKinOp6NX7Bo-DH5TgUnkflgs80o3r-pH7jEwKTfQtnV5lMf-qeBiPDkv02VXZelgODHeFAghWq7/s1600/Frenchman%201%20.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">A week earlier, we hiked around on an ashen slope above Oakland Camp near Quincy. At around 4,000 feet we saw the first of several species of yellow violets that populate this area. This one appears to be <i>Viola purpurea, </i>or the Mountain Violet. Then nearby we spotted the early leaves of what will be the next yellow species to bloom, <i>Viola sheltonii, </i>or the Fan Violet. On a sunny, south-facing slope, they are taking up sunlight all day long and blooming ahead of their kind down around Quincy 1,000 feet below.</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTVHkeVket72Xzzw_sAEQ5pAl-euIDyFHFT0Jd8drVcqp5BP9_7XxxlnqaNYjwSGX8jReDOxXzdzNvH9tqH2HdSeB7fkeEE5Lcx5rK0fk8knZweSuurViQLZV5uovAtKPAQ1Ozf7tx6xYUOpnKyhe4G6Qqniv-miKlF6_NvJCW9O4QAe9Be8RXAyrj/s2380/Hough%20%233%20.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2380" data-original-width="1626" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTVHkeVket72Xzzw_sAEQ5pAl-euIDyFHFT0Jd8drVcqp5BP9_7XxxlnqaNYjwSGX8jReDOxXzdzNvH9tqH2HdSeB7fkeEE5Lcx5rK0fk8knZweSuurViQLZV5uovAtKPAQ1Ozf7tx6xYUOpnKyhe4G6Qqniv-miKlF6_NvJCW9O4QAe9Be8RXAyrj/s320/Hough%20%233%20.JPG" width="219" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrwHNGQhgX3AJ7SzB3uIUW0bUXUEFae6iIKFGCbu5_LP8p2UaVxmczJbRbSXRjmXw4vgvYvlv5LGdNaF3QuAeYko5g1M40jcqlERJoEmYe9bXcpEh2TlvDdHujMxx6X1JbJwBPssDq86HXvnHPL4GXN7B6kw2WTEzrKVvw2-ZlOssRa_D8vQF-SLWh/s1596/Hough%20%232%20.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1596" data-original-width="1327" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrwHNGQhgX3AJ7SzB3uIUW0bUXUEFae6iIKFGCbu5_LP8p2UaVxmczJbRbSXRjmXw4vgvYvlv5LGdNaF3QuAeYko5g1M40jcqlERJoEmYe9bXcpEh2TlvDdHujMxx6X1JbJwBPssDq86HXvnHPL4GXN7B6kw2WTEzrKVvw2-ZlOssRa_D8vQF-SLWh/s320/Hough%20%232%20.JPG" width="266" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOfSrrIneHsASyqXl2jKy5Ygy_ot3s5o5xwha2eHN21vg7go8T-oYPAWvP1y30Z2GLsVodfvNTpI04z3-dI3SHO55FaMfZW07NPAV1L_wqkDVPpZce2oY-11X2bXi9-aWzPv5VuDj4b4libzLR2S9JAuwHgk055UUsWqA1PaDgYKRYXn2leDcmcrUv/s1835/Hough%20%231%20.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1364" data-original-width="1835" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOfSrrIneHsASyqXl2jKy5Ygy_ot3s5o5xwha2eHN21vg7go8T-oYPAWvP1y30Z2GLsVodfvNTpI04z3-dI3SHO55FaMfZW07NPAV1L_wqkDVPpZce2oY-11X2bXi9-aWzPv5VuDj4b4libzLR2S9JAuwHgk055UUsWqA1PaDgYKRYXn2leDcmcrUv/s320/Hough%20%231%20.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">While the Dixie Fire was burning, it seemed like Hell, but soon there will be a paradise of blooming wildflowers as the mountains and nearby communities begin their slow recovery.</span></div><br /><p></p>Joe Willishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13946836311156845945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323244081501902771.post-32604763176252211932022-03-02T16:26:00.002-08:002022-03-02T16:26:50.816-08:00Draba and friends<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEigtHSppASFoZSD-SOU1GPY97JWbUpxLhgDRNhvwpTyVSYE3B8lckSZafLAN0I00eKC22sqX_bUeubFPg_1uR-fTIEVpHBTVjPSaft4z_JC3WsEvKxKpffOciKQVl5c-v4I5ztsg9tiqW9OsHUtEV1R5fgg3KYDT06CMzfI_Oox18er6LDBrw-yOd8m=s3200" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3200" data-original-width="2330" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEigtHSppASFoZSD-SOU1GPY97JWbUpxLhgDRNhvwpTyVSYE3B8lckSZafLAN0I00eKC22sqX_bUeubFPg_1uR-fTIEVpHBTVjPSaft4z_JC3WsEvKxKpffOciKQVl5c-v4I5ztsg9tiqW9OsHUtEV1R5fgg3KYDT06CMzfI_Oox18er6LDBrw-yOd8m=s320" width="233" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I went back to the split-rail fence where yesterday I photographed Spring Whitlow Grass, known to botanists as <i>Draba verna,</i> to try to get better pictures of it as well as the Filaree. Today there seemed to be millions of <i>Draba </i>blooming and a few dozen new Filaree where yesterday I only found two. I also did a little research and found that there are over 400 species of <i>Draba </i>world-wide.<i> </i>According to my old Peterson's guide there are at least six species in California, and <i>D. verna </i>is the only one with split-ended petals. I looked back to old blogposts where I had mentioned Spring Whitlow Grass soon after discovering what it was. Check my blog for April 3, 2013, titled All in the Neighborhood, and the one on March 17, 2016, titled All Fired Up Again. Based on those old blogs, I thought it would be a few more weeks before the Henbit Dead Nettle would bloom. I was quite excited to find several patches of it bloomed today for the first time!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhfdECNmaEgiH58LF7P14c5OssBBjC99qR8f7zxJXNTmhddbkrPjHKScxa-nFZULARBzIq1yQNz5YPKb-blSm20Ni9ovmR0Me_cYiyygJ6oMM2CPAbXsxXSpa6CWsWHIoGJBbwBRrBe965BJcDQdJQcP5fWwAfK25a0pdaE2p7Oar91HMcyEKSwDUNn=s3354" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3354" data-original-width="2529" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhfdECNmaEgiH58LF7P14c5OssBBjC99qR8f7zxJXNTmhddbkrPjHKScxa-nFZULARBzIq1yQNz5YPKb-blSm20Ni9ovmR0Me_cYiyygJ6oMM2CPAbXsxXSpa6CWsWHIoGJBbwBRrBe965BJcDQdJQcP5fWwAfK25a0pdaE2p7Oar91HMcyEKSwDUNn=s320" width="241" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">The above cluster of three beauties took my breath away. These are all very small flowers so it's easy to overlook them. The <i>Draba </i>blossoms in the foreground are around 1/3" in diameter. It's worth getting down on hands and knees for a closer look. I'll write more about the Henbit in a later post, but for now - it's a member of the mint family.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEif_eMju9f5gaH-FaJUFaSZ_KEn2FRNyVu7nif5mRXjxEKTYOVn4zmY2Q0FGceof0HV3ScM3MVJ9D1CEuF6yYLkK41H6S4jypMesckS7f5OdDws6Ni8NYWFpBI6nJysNKeTIoevHCP4o4lDJUcne9KRatF9HNKlxeIectXXXtCMT5CpEtZWUcpuMfWR=s1671" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1671" data-original-width="1272" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEif_eMju9f5gaH-FaJUFaSZ_KEn2FRNyVu7nif5mRXjxEKTYOVn4zmY2Q0FGceof0HV3ScM3MVJ9D1CEuF6yYLkK41H6S4jypMesckS7f5OdDws6Ni8NYWFpBI6nJysNKeTIoevHCP4o4lDJUcne9KRatF9HNKlxeIectXXXtCMT5CpEtZWUcpuMfWR=s320" width="244" /></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;">The above photo is about the best one I got to show off the structure of the flower and those petals with split ends. Below, I'm holding one I picked to better show off a seed.</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhhRobwKov9h73dSSRmXEpxH7biaiR5IsRosyfPVsY3XgZQt6AgF8NGSfqCS_JsefaEt2QMDJzZHW0yZnp7_nR80pkaRbBpQ8DwnmkQL8xl7CC3J6IevG38EtY7qnI8b2BZQDBvcs0NzlpRh9drAmUstpMS5OPoCbqy3pDVafaUVxhpaglgVD4_rj0G=s2922" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2221" data-original-width="2922" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhhRobwKov9h73dSSRmXEpxH7biaiR5IsRosyfPVsY3XgZQt6AgF8NGSfqCS_JsefaEt2QMDJzZHW0yZnp7_nR80pkaRbBpQ8DwnmkQL8xl7CC3J6IevG38EtY7qnI8b2BZQDBvcs0NzlpRh9drAmUstpMS5OPoCbqy3pDVafaUVxhpaglgVD4_rj0G=s320" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;">This last photo shows the relative size of the blossoms of Filaree and <i>Draba. </i>Based on my<i> </i>memory of the Filaree which was a little over a half inch in diameter, I need to revise my estimate of the size of the <i>Draba. </i>Make that around 1/5 of an inch. It's great to see all three species within a small area. They will soon be joined by several other tiny species.</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgZnYHM2qQBJV8r8Ioc1anxhpTMab0hSIuXuhH1opT00jTqrWEK0SrjhrRm5g-vIQ-AhgJFH3va3cRQ_IrZ-it9PAtsyFDlF68cHz2gaHwDpKBUB1HUVOY8qKfHQoqheOX6lZcXD3vKSAd6JgykXokPdRzeMn4612bOJEyNeFoqz8MFabhmbsSWjVur=s2933" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1976" data-original-width="2933" height="216" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgZnYHM2qQBJV8r8Ioc1anxhpTMab0hSIuXuhH1opT00jTqrWEK0SrjhrRm5g-vIQ-AhgJFH3va3cRQ_IrZ-it9PAtsyFDlF68cHz2gaHwDpKBUB1HUVOY8qKfHQoqheOX6lZcXD3vKSAd6JgykXokPdRzeMn4612bOJEyNeFoqz8MFabhmbsSWjVur=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Joe Willishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13946836311156845945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323244081501902771.post-68895954661253593142022-02-28T19:32:00.003-08:002022-02-28T19:32:54.801-08:00A sudden awareness of seasonal change<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh7oNiaW0fH-JMab9lxNTue3TLB8Bdfisii9fGsuLjNvxFizhTtCELQznj--xqj3aH6wVZmlGFb0zXsn3hWY--B8mZOt-YdzhTRFxH7pG6gLqkQZc9HROzzYqz3mvJ-i3BleY_CqkurC786iqZQu42B6IGVMZnTy5Ffru1Wkj7pCXrK2e9Fqs6QZGU0=s3023" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2468" data-original-width="3023" height="261" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh7oNiaW0fH-JMab9lxNTue3TLB8Bdfisii9fGsuLjNvxFizhTtCELQznj--xqj3aH6wVZmlGFb0zXsn3hWY--B8mZOt-YdzhTRFxH7pG6gLqkQZc9HROzzYqz3mvJ-i3BleY_CqkurC786iqZQu42B6IGVMZnTy5Ffru1Wkj7pCXrK2e9Fqs6QZGU0=s320" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;">My second day back on the BLOG, and my skills are rusty. These photos are are in the reverse order of my intention, so I'll sort of tell my story backwards. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">We had a huge snow storm around Christmas (third photo down) and it upset many of our plans including a deck project that started when the weather forecast was favorable. The biggest single night of snow since we moved here 15 years ago. Over a week ago, I saw the willows along Spanish Creek Road blooming (photo below). That was the first sign of spring that caught my attention, but I didn't expect much change in the month of February.<br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiiRJg0a8MkXUbHgS6Fxm8F7Gjqs6KyYDpPLbNgm7opoUz_tx3IQEMFj_EycUcm_QiLEad_OWwvE1KEEJfS69SX0z11vZ5sUNu-4C_7Q6lCm6F7OGMv0dRmXTdN83Ro_XKSNjcsbHPXLL9gJDh8P_PGo7z-TsvE3RICuYkf3TGlU_l8aYT3OaWuwE98=s4032" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiiRJg0a8MkXUbHgS6Fxm8F7Gjqs6KyYDpPLbNgm7opoUz_tx3IQEMFj_EycUcm_QiLEad_OWwvE1KEEJfS69SX0z11vZ5sUNu-4C_7Q6lCm6F7OGMv0dRmXTdN83Ro_XKSNjcsbHPXLL9gJDh8P_PGo7z-TsvE3RICuYkf3TGlU_l8aYT3OaWuwE98=s320" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This morning as I walked past the split-rail fence by the practice football field at FRC, I noticed a kind of white foam under foot (third photo below). Between the green grass and the pavement, one can see a grayish area of ground beneath the fence that delineates the "disturbed ground" where weeds tend to flourish. I kneeled down to inspect the aforementioned 'foam" bottom photo) and it turned out to be one of my favorites, usually always the first "wildflower" I see each spring - Spring Whitlow Grass, or <i>Draba. </i>It's a weed only in the sense that it's not a native of this area. But neither am I, nor are most of you. So, <i>Draba </i>is no more a weed than you or I - although the Native Plant Society might beg to differ. [I've had some tense discussions about Daisies, for instance.] At any rate, I was in too much of a hurry and got a less than professional photo with my phone. Will give <i>Draba </i>a better treatment with my Nikon in a future post.</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg9fN_IcZ5SkMfXOinmnmXrwNcCoYNWIFnUdWMmtcguqsAfKnLzaC2sCGPZAE6K_MVKELB_c7Z7e1MvSpzcIsF6WxVXfVrpk0_qLS_44WM-_bDvNgSERteAkg7VvUyARgGuTWut5Scmbi7JDmLVv7SrA6grfeoEWPKej07n3sVBX70PFfkWw6BDdxk0=s4032" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg9fN_IcZ5SkMfXOinmnmXrwNcCoYNWIFnUdWMmtcguqsAfKnLzaC2sCGPZAE6K_MVKELB_c7Z7e1MvSpzcIsF6WxVXfVrpk0_qLS_44WM-_bDvNgSERteAkg7VvUyARgGuTWut5Scmbi7JDmLVv7SrA6grfeoEWPKej07n3sVBX70PFfkWw6BDdxk0=s320" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;">As soon as I identified <i>Draba </i>I thought Filaree is soon to follow, and I stared intensely as I walked, as if to force one to bloom. Sure enough, within the next ten steps I spotted the pair in the photo below. One of my favorites, also technically a weed. More about Filaree, AKA Stork's Bill, in later posts.</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi0UxBCPg8qzhXtI0dnTuDlkuTQoUQ3ATMvJIRnB9t5JXRdMoSIlQqoMxn_gyWnvDsl-gS22XIxhsDqxMEodTptVI1i-Gr44LoTUAkgYre5KY8w6m-4qRsUdha82fwanJiQRjQZ7euOqDEsJB2sibgJ8RQkRx-e5-GUrFfrELPL2ld7pFkOKh56Bj9v=s1466" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1212" data-original-width="1466" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi0UxBCPg8qzhXtI0dnTuDlkuTQoUQ3ATMvJIRnB9t5JXRdMoSIlQqoMxn_gyWnvDsl-gS22XIxhsDqxMEodTptVI1i-Gr44LoTUAkgYre5KY8w6m-4qRsUdha82fwanJiQRjQZ7euOqDEsJB2sibgJ8RQkRx-e5-GUrFfrELPL2ld7pFkOKh56Bj9v=s320" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;">When I got to the end of the fencerow, I took one last photo, a remnant of last fall - top photo in this series - the Cat-o-nine-tails. They, along with Mullein and Teasel, often persist for several season after they have died. 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When my college classes had to go online in response to the arrival of COVID19, I found the nature-walking spirit that inspired this blog for nearly 15 years to have evaporated. When the Spring of 2021 arrived, I got excited about nature walks with my camera and Moleskeine journals and started building an archive of photos that has continued to this day, but I couldn't bring my self to go online and share my findings with the world - that is, my small world of known followers, many of whom would stop me on the streets and trails and ask - when are you going to resume the blog? I started making note in my written journal "need to resurrect blog," but it never happened. That is, until now. The stimulus that caught me by surprise was the little piece of wood pictured here. On a recent frigid morning the Gnome spoke to me. He's been on our front porch the 15 years we've lived in this house, and in our possession for 8 years before that. I wish I could remember the lady who gave it to me. She was the artistic mother of one of my high school students.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh0QYKzcAT-Kfs6Kk2b4P1a_-eUMwn4QC0vhFPMyljpiWBQPSXf9qe38c7Af1VHxiL5pegEtjcW0oZvzv4eDLJNZuz-ypnk9ExRfiGYlCIggXC5hgduM7QlE7I1xGrClk8YQo5Ls09F4sufFr-Kp693MY5rv-FhXBuvvBJXZ9f0-Ibdg1xtsQOoAbFR=s4032" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh0QYKzcAT-Kfs6Kk2b4P1a_-eUMwn4QC0vhFPMyljpiWBQPSXf9qe38c7Af1VHxiL5pegEtjcW0oZvzv4eDLJNZuz-ypnk9ExRfiGYlCIggXC5hgduM7QlE7I1xGrClk8YQo5Ls09F4sufFr-Kp693MY5rv-FhXBuvvBJXZ9f0-Ibdg1xtsQOoAbFR=s320" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> The blog might be a bit "sketchy" for a while. I'm out of practice. In fact, if it were not for available tech support from my son, I probably wouldn't have dared to resume. I probably post a mix of archived photos of spring observations - by way of urging Spring to hurry up and get here - and current observations made on my nearly daily nature walks. For the past six months my walks have been almost entirely here in American Valley. Until tomorrow....</div><br /><p></p>Joe Willishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13946836311156845945noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323244081501902771.post-28238081337655735192020-08-10T13:59:00.014-07:002022-02-26T17:19:40.600-08:00The One that Didn't Get Away<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZZjmRAwy8iVhmhReiK66u1nMIVfMmkNZz5m1TzxTruduJNchHfW3rbIZgMhHyPe_cpfUuKT7JjxDNnVYXOqdsoroxa6YbFuHrS_uisQjNYpM6S4UNwUbjQe0x3sIneD7HiCNQtummTFs/s1381/Lizard+8-9-2020+.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1036" data-original-width="1381" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZZjmRAwy8iVhmhReiK66u1nMIVfMmkNZz5m1TzxTruduJNchHfW3rbIZgMhHyPe_cpfUuKT7JjxDNnVYXOqdsoroxa6YbFuHrS_uisQjNYpM6S4UNwUbjQe0x3sIneD7HiCNQtummTFs/w320-h241/Lizard+8-9-2020+.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"> Hiking with my son on a trail on My. Hough, I saw two animals that got my attention. The first was the biggest Mule Dee buck that either of us had ever seen. For a second, I wondered if it was an Elk.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">But the deer was too quick and well-hidden for me to get a good photo - or ANY photo. A few minutes later, I tipped over a piece of Incense Cedar bark, and the above Fence Lizard emerged, and instantly froze.. I took several photos, beginning from about four feet away, but he never took off, so I got closer and closer until for the above photo I was within a foot. Not bad for an iPhone image under a hot and glaring sun. I could hardly see what I got on the tiny screen, then appreciated my luck when I got home and looked at it on my laptop screen. Enjoy. Click on the photo for a closer view.</span></p>Joe Willishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13946836311156845945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323244081501902771.post-8967080330128491682020-07-23T18:37:00.000-07:002020-07-24T13:53:10.478-07:00Amazing Tiny Things<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Click on each photo to see close-up. I wasn't even in a photography mood yesterday when I was meandering around Oakland Feather River Camp, but who could resist these little ornaments hanging from a leaf of the Narrowleaf Milkweed, <i>Asclepias fscicularis? </i>It turn out they are the eggs of the Green Lacewing. Their relationship to the plant and the aphids that also frequent this plant, is quite fascinating, as is the process of depositing the eggs in the first place. I leave it to the curious reader to find out more. These milkweeds are perenniels, and I try to follow them through their annual cycle every summer. I manage to find something new nearly every time. For instance...<br />
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this amazingly cute little spider. She's all of a quarter inch long, and kept going to the backside of the stem every time I approached with the camera. I must have more stamina because she eventually quit trying to dodge my approach and I got this shot from about 9 inches away. Haven't found this particular one in my bug manuals or online, but I suspect it's one of the jumping spiders, Family Salticidae.IJoe Willishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13946836311156845945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323244081501902771.post-19084701508075990612020-07-23T18:33:00.001-07:002020-07-24T13:45:02.281-07:00The Morning After, Part III<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The Trail Plant, <i>Adenocaulon bicolor, </i>is a hard one to photograph. The intriguing feature to those without a hand lens is the bi-colored leaves, green on top and a kind of blue grey underneath. When walking through a dense cover of them, we tend to cause a certain fraction of them to turn upside down, leaving a trail, so to speak. However, the trail only lasts a few moments, so don't count on<br />
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The feature that is difficult to photograph, at least with the equipment I have, is the tiny flowers. Each flower, only about 1/8" in diameter, is actually a small cluster of even smaller flowers that are like miniature daisies, that is, composites.<br />
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The Yellow Water Buttercup is an intriguing species of <i>Ranunculus. </i>The flowers are similar to those of many other buttercup species - yellow and cup-like. The leaves, however, can vary greatly according to the specific habitat in which they are found. The one above was photographed in what is supposed to be a lawn, but was close enough to a seasonal ditch that there was undoubtedly water close to the surface, even in the current dry condition. Nearby there are many blooming in a ditch where the water is still slowly flowing. The leaves on those are much more sub-divided, more or less resembling ferns.I recommend reading the Wikipedia article on this fascinating species.<br />
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Bindweed, <i>Convolvulus arvense, </i>is in the Morning Glory family and, in fact, is usually called Orchard Morning Glory by those who like it. Although treated as an invasive weed, it beautifies many of our roadsides - until the mowers or poison trucks come along.<br />
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In many places I visit, the Crimson Columbine, <i>Aquilegia formosa, </i>is having a very good summer, although the one above was a solitary specimen in a large area of dry forest in the FRC camppus.<br />
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When I first saw several of these energetic white butterflies hopping from flower to flower by the college parking lot, I thought they were Cabbage Whites, or <i>Pieris rapae, </i>because I see them every day in my front yard only a mile or so from the college. However, the enlarged view on my computer screen convinced me they are Pine Whites, or <i>Neophasia menapia. </i>I don't own a comprehensive butterfly field guide, so I welcome corrections from any Lepidopterists who might be reading this.<br />
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My favorite photo experience of the day was watching many Western Tiger Swallowtails flying from blossom to blossom of the California Thistle, <i>Cirsium occidentale.</i><br />
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I finish this three=part series on my short hike following the day I made the more difficult hike up Spanish Peak. On the nature trail by the FRC campus there is one of the best patches of Sierra Goosberries, <i>Ribes roezlii, </i>that I've ever seen. Definitely enough for a couple of pies or jars of jam within a 10-yard radius.Joe Willishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13946836311156845945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323244081501902771.post-28640478983063479842020-07-22T14:36:00.001-07:002020-07-22T14:36:22.577-07:00The Morning After,Part II<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I started this narrative with yesterday's post. Here are the photos I took while walking around the FRC campus looking for beauty in simple things. The last photo in this post is rather startling. Right after I took that photo, things started getting more exciting and led to the butterfly photo that led yesterday's post.<br />
The above photo is a close-up of some healthy-looking leaves of California black oak, the source of the name of this blog. Botantists call it <i>Quercus kelloggii. </i> The tree, that is.<br />
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Right next to the oak was a White Alder, <i>Alnus rhombifolia.</i><br />
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It's hard to look upward and downward at the same time. On the day before this walk, I had been hiking through the Red Fir forest near the top of Spanish Peak. Hard to hike there without constantly looking upward in awe. But I kept tripping on snags and rocks on the trail, so sometimes I had to look downward again to stay safe. On this walk through the FRC campus, I forced myself to frequently look upward then downward in rapid succession as I walked, thus staying safe and discovering things in both directions. Photo number three here is a member of the mint family, Hedge Nettle, or <i>Stachys albens.</i><br />
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The California Mugwort, <i>Artemesia douglasiana, </i>is an aromatic member of the Aster family that is a close relative of Sagebrush. Lots of uses, medicinal and otherwise, and important plant for the native peoples of this area.<br />
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The Oregon Grape, <i>Berberis aquifolium, </i>is a hardy and beautiful native shrub, ideal for landscaping when conserving water is important - namely, always!<br />
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The Yellow Water Buttercup, <i>Ranunculus flabellaris, </i>grows in and near slow-moving watwer in diteches, and, at FRC, even pops up in the lawn when there's water near the surface. Like Dandelions, it tends to "learn" to bloom below the blades in areas that are frequently mowed.<br />
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The attractive leaves of this small tree remind me a bit of the leaves of Dogwood, but there the resemblance ends. The attractive berries, red, green, and black in various stages of development, attract birds, so it's a great tree to sit and watch. Cascara Sagrada.<br />
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One of my favorite wet spots on campus is right below a drain pipe that drains what we now call The Green, a large field used for events and sport practice, or, and deer and turkey grazing. In this wet spot, beneath a grove of White Alder, is a large patch of Lemmon's Wild Ginger, <i>Asarum lemmonii. </i>In the Spring, it is fun to puch a few leaves aside to find the beatiful red blowers that bloom below.<br />
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On this hot summer day, all I could find beneath the canopy were a few whitish, dried-up flower remains.<br />
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As I left the wet are, I stumbled across a dead Robin, beautiful in its own way, becoming part of the soil again. Robins were abundant around this are during the Spring, and are still often seen in the cooler mornings, but at mid-day, they're all hiding out in shady places - I assume.Joe Willishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13946836311156845945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323244081501902771.post-56502798808968602382020-07-20T14:11:00.002-07:002020-07-20T14:11:33.541-07:00The Morning After, Part I<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I thought I had planned carefully for yesterday's hike with my son Greg to Spanish Peak from Bucks Summit. As I left the house in a hurry, I noticed my camera battery was still on the charger and the light had stopped blinking, so it was ready. Close call. During the 15-mile drive to the trailhead, I was getting excited about what would be my longest hike to date since my hospitalization last summer. Also, Greg had told me about the abundance of wildflowers in the meadows, and where there are wildflowers there are always interesting bugs.<br />
As we readied our day packs, I discovered that I had left my water bottles at home. :( We managed to share Greg's water until we got to a good spring where we could filter more water and continue on. While waiting for the water prep, I found that my camera shutter was not responding. Eventually, I discovered that the problem was that I'd left my SD card at home in my laptop computer. Oh, well, no photos. I could concentrate on hiking and hoping I could get to the summit without ill effect.<br />
So, this morning, I was very excited to have my camera back with fully charged battery and remembering my SD card. I headed out to Feather River College to wander around and look for beautiful things to photograph. The above Swallowtail Butterfly feeding on a thistle is just a sampler. Today I had great luck with butterflies, among other things. More photos to follow.Joe Willishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13946836311156845945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323244081501902771.post-70118914326393662542020-07-07T16:20:00.001-07:002020-07-07T16:20:56.599-07:00Going too fast<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I was going too fast on that last post. Trying to catch up. Too many photos, not enough time. In any case, I like these two better than the one I posted yesterday. They both feature the Checked Clerid beetle, the above one enjoying a spot on the Showy Milkweed, and the one below exploring a cluster of blossoms of Brewer's Angelica. In both cases, I was looking for other species of bugs, but the Family Cleridae has many species that are as beautiful as any other beetles.<br />
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<br />Joe Willishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13946836311156845945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323244081501902771.post-69516077626432843742020-07-06T16:22:00.004-07:002020-07-06T16:22:56.280-07:00July 4th Favorite<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is my favorite photo from the recent July 4th weekend, not because it's a great photo technically, but because it symbolizes my experiences over the weekend, namely "looking for one thing, but finding another." I visited several different stands of Showy Milkweed, <i>Asclepias speciosa, </i>mainly looking out for Monarch butterflies, in any stage of development I could find, Red Milkweed Beetles, and the Small Milkweed Bug. I found none of those, but instead found many other interesting things, including the Checkered Clerid Beetle above. As I photographed flowers, bugs, and miscellaneous other natural features over the weekend, I found three separate story lines forming in my head. Over the next day or two, I hope to unscramble my field notes and photos and try to relate these three stories. For me, it was a great weekend during which I was continually thankful that I could maintain "physical distancing" from other humans, although I am also looking forward to the day when that may no longer be necessary.Joe Willishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13946836311156845945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323244081501902771.post-16295084833237174232020-07-06T16:11:00.002-07:002020-07-06T16:11:36.227-07:00Rest in Peace Rex<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Every year toward the end of Spring I start scouring the roadsides leading to Oakland Feather River Camp looking for wildflowers and their companion bugs. The goal of gathering photos for this blog makes me look closer than I might ordinarily do when hiking fast. A favorite stopping point has been a very large Ponderosa Pine at the edge of the road next to a spot where a spring leaves a puddle in the road well into summer in normal years. This has not been a normal year. The puddle is almost completely dried up. I still poke around there, looking for interesting wildlife and ready for surprises. The above photo is of a special chunk of bark on this tree that was first pointed out to me by naturalist Rex Burress. On the day I first met Rex, he had driven up from Oroville to see the Mountain Lady Slippers that I had photographed in the woods nearby. Rex had been the naturalist at Oakland Camp for over 20 years, following an equally long and distinguished tenure of his mentor and predecessor Paul Covel. When I came along, I more or less stepped into these verybog shoes and was camp naturalist for several years beginning in 2006.<br />
On the day I met Rex, he stopped by this big pine and started talking to this piece of bark. He said in a very friendly, touching voice, "Hello, Walter." Turns out Walter was the fist name of another naturalist who had inspired Rex and Rex acted as though Walter's ghost resided in this tree. FOr the past several seasons I have photographed Walter then emailed Rex to say Walter was still there and looking fine. This year I got no answer, and after some frustrating net surfing, discovered that Rex had passed away last Fall. The big pine is not doing so well these days. The woodpeckers have created some new holes so Walter does not stand out as so unique any more, and there are more and more dead branches and brown needles above as the tree is showing the effects of old age and the drought. I miss Rex's friendship and inspirational story telling, and I'll miss this tree - if I outlast it.Joe Willishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13946836311156845945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323244081501902771.post-4086291729767429432020-07-06T15:34:00.000-07:002020-07-06T15:49:57.440-07:00Two Weeks ago<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Two weeks ago, on a Monday, we decided to take a high-altitude hike and see how I would do as I continue to improve my fitness after a medical emergency a year ago. During the month of June, I managed to go on many hikes involving hills, hot, dry temperatures, and altitudes around 6,000 feet. Not world-class challenges, but for a guy going on 79 in a couple of weeks, I feel very satisfied. The hike in questions began at the Packer Lake Saddle campground in Sierra County, near one of the more popular trails to the summit of Sierra Buttes. But we heading in the opposite direction, away from the Buttes, to one of our favorite destinations, Deer Lake. Along the way, we met a nice couple from San Jose who agreed to take this photo of us with the Sierra Buttes in the background. We reciprocated, taking a photo of them with their camera. I didn't take a lot of photos on this trip, and didn't see any seasonal "firsts," but I have a few in my growing archive that I'll post later. First, I need to catch up on my early July adventures, especially hikes over the weekend of the 4th as well as a short trip I took this morning.<br />
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Deer Lake is one of the most beautiful settings in the county. Every time I see it, I have a flashback of the day I first discovered the lake over 35 years ago. I was actually swimming in the lake after a steep hike up from Salmon Lake Lodge when a low-flying small plane kept dipping over the lake. I had the distinct feeling I was about to be strafed. Then the place dropped thousands of shiny particles that looked like pieces of aluminum foil. Very scary as I headed for the shore, wondering if something toxic or explosive was being dropped on me. Why me? I paid my taxes! Later I figured out it was a DFG plane dropping hatchery-raised trout in the lake. Relieved.</div>
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What was originally my favorite milkweed patch a few years ago only has a dozen or so milkweeds remaining - for various reasons I won't go into here. I've stopped there a dozen times over the past couple of weeks and have seen no insects other than honey bees. But today, I spotted the above scene that puzzled me. On top is the Small Milkweed Bug, <i>Lygaeus kalmii. </i>I couldn't tell what was underneath. Was it eating another bug, or <b>being </b>eaten? So, I poked it and got the next two photos.<br />
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It appeared to be the shed exoskeleton of another insect, but still not sire what took place here.<br />
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Click on any of these photos for a closer look and send me your hypothesis in the comments section. In any case, it made my visit to the milkweeds more interesting.Joe Willishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13946836311156845945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323244081501902771.post-39292421759987924482020-07-03T18:31:00.002-07:002020-07-03T18:31:42.247-07:00It's beetle time<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Searching for one thing and finding another. Every year I visit the Showy Milkweeds, <i>Asclepias speciosa, often, </i>hoping to add to my collection of photos of the Red Milkweed Beetle<i>, </i>I have not found many this season, and during a two hour walk at Oakland Camp yesterday, I didn't find any. However, I did spot this Checkered Clerid Beetle (above) on the milkweed and was about to leave satisfied.<br />
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But I saw lots of butterflies by the edge of Spanish Creek and decided to get a closer look. At creek's edge I found a large cluster of a plant with tiny blue flowers that I've never bothered to key out before. This time I had my field guides ion the truck and a little more patience than usual. Turns out it's American Brooklime, <i>Veronica americana. </i>It's common all over the USA in wet areas near bodies of water, or slightly immersed at the edge of quiet water. I should have learned this one a long time ago. Very beautiful, but so tiny it's easily overlooked.<br />
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The Wild Hyacinth, <i>Dichelostemma multiflorum, </i>is a popular landing spot for many species of insects, especially butterflies. On this particular day, I managed to get a closeup of a Longhorn Beetle. I am not sure which species. There are man in this family, including the aforementioned Red Milkweed Beetle that has appeared in this blog many times.Joe Willishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13946836311156845945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323244081501902771.post-57341915606136662762020-07-01T07:41:00.002-07:002020-07-01T07:41:38.874-07:00Flowers in the Outback<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My adventurous wife Bib decided to ride her mountain bike from Plumas/Eureka State Park to the tiny town of LaPorte, a very challenging ride in a Subaru much less on a bicycle. I was driving the Subaru to be available in case of emergencies. Much of the road is strewn with rocks of all sizes, and some places had deep ruts which could easily leave our Subaru high-centered. In other words, both driving a car and riding a mountain bike required steady focus. The above photo was taken near the beginning of the journey, just a mile out of the state park. A spring coming out of the south flank of Eureka Peak supports a dense bunch of wildflowers. Here, and many other spots along the way, I was able stop for a while to photograph wildflowers then catch up with the brave cyclist.<br />
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Several wet spots along the way had great displays of Leopard Lilies.<br />
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At about the halfway point, we passed through high-altitude meadows dominated by Mule's Ears. One needs to get off the bike or out of the car to appreciate the many less noticeable species like the Leichtlin's Mariposa Lilies above.<br />
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The Snow Plants (above) have already dried up at the Quincy elevation, 3,400', here we are above 5,000' and they are looking spectacular.<br />
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In most of the wet spots that did not have Leopard Lilies, I found Scarlet Gilia (above) and Mountain Asters (coming in my next post). At this point, I should explain why I called this are the "outback." Not Western Australia for sure, yet we didn't see <b>any </b>other vehicles on the whole trip. In fact, no other people except a lone backpacker at the PCT crossing. We asked "where are you coming from?" and he answered "Mexico" without missing a stride.<br />
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Common along the way was the Crimson Columbine.<br />
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Asters a beautiful even without visiting arthropods, but, to me, even more beautiful when adorned by a crab spider. Click on any of these photos for close-up views.Joe Willishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13946836311156845945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323244081501902771.post-43015891656664521682020-06-30T15:41:00.001-07:002020-06-30T18:02:50.753-07:00Delightful discoveries<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Over the past 10 years or so, I've been trying to photograph every Plumas County wildflower i could find. My life list at this point is somewhere over 300 species. On most days wandering around the woods and roadsides within a few miles of Quincy, I don't see anything new. That's especially rrue with recent travel restrictions for various reasons. However, this past week I've seen three species new to me. The above photo, I believe, is Western Blue Flax. Spotted along the Pacific Crest Trail within a few miles south of wherre it crosses the Quincy-LaPorte Road.<br />
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In the same area along the PCT I saw an abundance of Kellogg's Lewisia, a relative Bitterroot. Both of these plants seemed fairly abundant along the trail, so they are not rare at all .. Just rare to me in my limited travels. More importantly, they add great beauty to the trail. I make a point of not hiking too fast to notice them.<br />
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THe last new one for me is the Twinberry. I saw these along the trail in Valley Creek Special Interest Area, a few miles west of LaPorte. During the spring I often complained that Spring wasn't really beginning and I was seeing fewer wildflowers than in most years. However, during the month of June hundreds of species are blooming and I am having a good time again hiking with my camera.Joe Willishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13946836311156845945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323244081501902771.post-76268723565214287532020-06-15T18:00:00.001-07:002020-06-15T18:00:18.049-07:00Excitement at the "Wye"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Last Friday I was heading west on Hwy 70, hoping to get to the Caribou Road turnoff and then the Mosquito Creek crossing to photograph Stream Orchids.When I went down there a couple of weeks ago I saw no evidence of them, figuring maybe I was too early, or, perish the thought, something had afflicted them. It's the only place where I've ever seen an abundance of them (in previous years). Just before getting the the Greenville Wye, I realized I would not have time for Plan A and still get back to town for an appointment I'd made. So, I parked at the turnout just above the sandy beach popular for launching rafts and kayaks. Only found one interesting plant down by the beach, a lonely specimen of Grass Pink, and delicate non-resident member of the carnation family. Then I walked through the intersection onto the Greenville Road to check the rocky area overlooking a large pool and cascade, a place where I've spent many an hour in early spring, usually looking for the Elegant Rock Cress and a few other plants before the place becomes too popular with rattlesnakes. I just<br />
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happened to glance across the highway at the base of the cliffs where several years ago I found one specimen of Stream Orchid, pictured here. I saw a large crop of yellowish-green leaves that puzzled me. I crossed over the discover the largest crop of Stream Orchid I've ever seen. The two photos above are a sampler of the several dozen I took. A subtly beautiful flower. Most of the blossoms were already wilting, but I got a few lucky shots of ones that still looked fresh. I then crossed over to the aforementioned pile of rocks overlooking the pool on Indian Creek. Saw my first adult Fence Lizard of the season, or, I should say the first one that didn't get away before I took the picture. This one let me get really close.<br />
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Still struggling to find the time to catch up with narrative to accompany a few recent posts that currently have only photos.Joe Willishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13946836311156845945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323244081501902771.post-27492682257460466362020-06-10T09:21:00.002-07:002020-07-01T19:12:38.517-07:00Catchin' Up...Hopefully<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My excitement over the delayed arrival of Spring has me going on many local photography adventures and running out of time to generate the intended text to accompany the photos. The above photo of a member of the Gentian family - locals call it Monument Plant - is an example of a find that excites me. [I've been corrected. See comment below. It's <i>Frasera albicaulis. </i>At least I got the family right.] I now have a backlog of several weeks' worth of photos and notes in my daily journal, so today I hope to go back to several recent posts and add some text (explanations?). However, I'm not sure I can resist grabbing my camera and heading for the woods again today. It's already warm and sunny.<br />
By the way, if there's a "real" botanist out there, can you confirm this is a species of <i>Swertia</i>? My Jepson is over 30 years old and my plant anatomy skills are rusty. Thanks.Joe Willishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13946836311156845945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323244081501902771.post-70843694139895385812020-06-06T10:52:00.001-07:002020-06-06T10:52:40.234-07:00On a Walk Downtown<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Some Red Milkweed Beetles have finally emerged on the Showy Milkweed along Chandler Road near Quincy. This particular shot reminded my of my days of enjoying rock climbing. This beetle appears to be mantling. I wonder if it's easier with six legs. And the antennae might provide a good counterweight.Joe Willishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13946836311156845945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323244081501902771.post-68881340000340134542020-05-27T17:08:00.000-07:002020-05-27T17:08:41.022-07:00Memories of Flowers and Bugs, Part II<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I was surprised to see Farewell-to-Spring blooming this early on my way to Gilson Creek from Oakland Camp. I don't remember the year, but the day I first photographed this plant then learned what it was, was the last day of spring, probably ten years ago. It's <i>Clarkia dudleyana, </i>the genus name from William Clark of the Lewis and Clark expedition during the Jefferson presidency. It's cousin, <i>Clarkia rhomboidea, </i>or Diamond Clarkia, should be blooming soon.<br />
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Over a week ago, this specimen of Purple or Heart-leaf Milkweed, had but one blossom. Now it has a few more, but all the ones in this particular spot look rather emaciated, possibly from the several recent years of drought. <i>Asclepias cordifolia.</i><br />
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The Showy Milkweeds in this same area and mostly just showing leaves and a few have buds. They should be blooming in another week or so with the hot weather forecast. <i>Asclepias speciosa </i>is host to many bugs, famously the Monarch butterly. Click on this photo and you might spot a tiny beetle to the right of my thumb.<br />
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I came in a little closer.for this shot. The beetle was only about 1/4" inch long. i haven't yet identified it.<br />
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One of my favorites is the beautiful Small Milkweed Bug which I've seen on all three local species of <i>Asclepias. </i>This one was probably busy sucking juices from the leaf as it did not run away as I approached. Buds forming to the right of the bug.<br />
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The Blue Gilia are already plentiful Many of them are white at this time so they are hard to spot in areas of tall grass and other weeds. The more typical blue specimens are easier to spot.<br />
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A new one to me this year is the Meadow Lotus, <i>Lotus oblongifolius. </i>The large patch I spotted in a meadow off Chandler Road was beyond a barbed-wire fence, but I found a few at the edge of the pavement. It's in the Pea family, a legume. The family name used to be Leguminosae but is now Fabaceae. Reason for the name change is explained in an earlier blog post.<br />
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There's a Part II to this brief adventure. I'll post the photos and text later today.Joe Willishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13946836311156845945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323244081501902771.post-64739514572992110402020-05-23T07:55:00.000-07:002020-05-23T07:55:35.643-07:00Beautiful Drama<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I approached the butterfly from the left, getting closer and closer, and wondering why it was not scared away. Then I moved a bit to the left and found out. Its innards were being drained by a Goldenrod Crab spider. This took place on a shrub of Labrador Tea, but I've seen this same drama a number of times on the flowers of Spreading Dogbane, as described in my previous post, and also on several species of Asteraceae such as Salsify and Daisies. Click on the photo for a larger image.Joe Willishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13946836311156845945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323244081501902771.post-56694515040688676902020-05-22T09:55:00.002-07:002020-05-23T07:50:19.071-07:00Milkweeds and Miscellany<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Now that the Milkweed family, Asclepiadaceae, has been combined with the Dogbane family, Apocynaceae, I loosely call all of them Milkweeds even though the Dogbane family name prevails. Thee are five local species that I follow every spring and early summer, and the first to bloom is always the Purple or Heartleaf Milkweed, <i>Asclepias cordifolia, </i>above and below. I find the flower shape of the <i>Asclepias </i>species amazingly beautiful.<br />
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Usually the second <i>Asclepias </i>to bloom around these parts is <i>A. fascicularis, </i>(below) and the several patches I follow are just beginning to show buds. You can see in this photo how it gets its common name. The flowers are built along the same lines as the above <i>A. cordifolia, </i>but are tiny in comparison, approximately 1/4" in diameter. A hand lens needed to fully appreciate.<br />
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A third local <i>Asclepias </i>is the Showy Milkweed, <i>A. speciosa, </i>a favorite haunt of the Monarch Butterfly and my favorite local bug, the Red Milkweed Beetle. More about those when they arrive in a few weeks.<br />
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The Indian Hemp (above) is showing some leaves and bright purple stems, but is a long way from blooming. More about its natural history and spectacular insect visitors when they bloom and reach heights of 3 to 5 feel. One insect visitor I am always excited to see is the Thread-waisted Wasp. The Hemp is <i>Apocynum cannabinum. </i>SpellCheck is constantly making me nervous by underling many oif these words in red, including <i>waisted, </i>but so far, I don't think I've made any errors.<br />
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Another in the Hemp group is <i>Apocynum androsaemifolium. </i>I'm surprised that wasn't doubly underlined in red! This one is commonly known as Bitter Dogbane , Spreading Dogbane, or Fly-trap Dogbane. You might deduce from the common names that this plant is not well-liked. It is one of my favorites because it's a kind of <i>bug magnet. </i>For a sample of the drama I've seen on these plants, go to my June, 2016 blog post by Googling "Crab spider and Checkerspot on Dogbane. That old photo shows the drama taking place on the flowers of a Labrador Tea bush, but I've seen the same drama many times on the Dogbane along the so-called Mt. Hough Trail. Thanks to the so-called Trail Stewardship, one of the best patches of this Dogbane in the area has been decimated by a bicycle freeway.<br />
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In the miscellany category and a few other first (for me) of the season blooms. The Salsify (above) is also known as Goat's Beard or <i>Tragopogon dubius. </i><br />
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There are many local species of <i>Arnica </i>(above) and I have not yet learned to tell them apart. They and the Salsify are in the Aster Family, Asteraceae, formerly known as the Compositae.<br />
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Last, but not least, is Wild Hyacinth, formerly known as a Lily in the Liliacae, but now in the Family Themadaceae and specifically, <i>Dichelostemma multiflprum. </i>There are many species of Lily-like flowers that were once in the Family Liliaceae but are now in several other families. Also, there are other plants, such as in the genus <i>Camassia </i>that are known as Wild Hyacinth. If not their names, enjoy their beauty.</div>
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