Our Neighborhood Fungi

 Easily overlooked among the fallen brown leaves, our neighborhood fungi have begun to respond to the recent rains and are putting on quite a show.  The first three photos (of two different caps) were taken on my front lawn.  I've been walking by these for several weeks.  They grow very slowly and are pretty sturdy, so I expect them to be around for quite a while, perhaps until the first snow. 

 The remaining photos are from the edge of my driveway and my neighbor's yard.  These are the ones I walk or drive by every day without paying much attention.  It was a break in my firewood-splitting routine that gave me the urge to get my camera and take a slower walk.

 The next two shots are of a small area of moss growing out of a tree stump by the driveway.  On this day, I focused on some tiny fungi, but the mossy area is at least a square yard in size and also hosts several species of mosses and lichens.  A beautiful stump, but it is rotting and I think this might be its last season as a photo site before it becomes soil.

 The remaining photos were taken in a neighbor's side yard, an area that he never mows or disturbs in other ways, so every year it produces some of the most attractive fungi around.

 On the way back to the house, the twinkling of dew drops on grass caught my eye, so this last photo completes a "baker's dozen."

A Shadow of My Former Self

I cast this shadow in Chico around Noon today.  It is now almost four and I feel like a completely different person.  Probably because I'm home after a long drive of 400 miles.  During my Chico pit stop, I carried my camera around, but had trouble getting inspired, although this sucker on a Sycamore Tree caught my eye.  I was only a block from the Farmers Market, yet the leaves impressed me more so I skipped the market.  There were lots of beautiful things to see during my half hour walk downtown, but I really wanted to get home, so I couldn't get inspired to take more pictures.

Since I don't look at these like a horticulturist might, I don't care for the word "sucker."  I think of them as ornaments.

In this slightly closer view, the bark started to get my attention.  If I hadn't rushed off, I might have found some bugs in the cracks.  Next time.

Student Nature Writing

About a month ago, I did an experiment with my English 101 class at Feather River College.  The schedule doesn't easily permit time for significant excursions onto nature trails in the area, so we did an in-class simulation.  I gathered around 40 photos from my archives, mostly flowers with bugs of various kinds, plus a few reptiles and amphibians.  The 24 students got to shuffle through the photos then pick one to write about.  They were encouraged to imagine they were at the scene seeing these things live.  With the students' permission, I'll be posting many of their responses along with the photos they were responding too.

The honor of starting this off goes to Jacob Tutty*, a new student from Montana.  Very nice work, Jacob. [By the way, the students own the copyright to their writing, so if anyone wants to use their work, permission must be obtained from the writer.]

In response to the above photo, Jacob wrote the following:
                                                      Ascent of a Ladybug
     The sight of a ruby red ladybug climbing up a cluster of plant and flower stems is absolutely inspiring.  Our eyes are drawn to the tiny size of this friendly little bug's legs.  Those small 'ole legs are more than enough to carry the body safely through many obstacles, such as a cluster of skinny plant and flower stems.  In the photo, we clearly see the apt abilities and determination of a lady bug as it hangs onto several dangling stems far off the ground.  Climbing ever higher, the ladybug is motivated and confident, slowly and thoughtfully reaching for its next step.  The lush pink color of a flower, capping the end of the stem cluster the ladybug hangs onto adds a level of natural beauty that perfectly accents that of the ladybug itself.
     Several versions of life's mystic glory are portrayed.  The pink flower, some orange leaves, glowing green and red stems: these are all raw, intrinsic melodies of the wild, wild song that our earth sings.  AS the determined ladybug keeps climbing higher, we feel our consciousness rise.  With calm, pure confidence and acceptance of other organisms, our tiny friend works hard towards its goal - get there.  The mantra of the little red bug is "can."  "I can step here and then there.  I can find some food to eat.  I can get to where I want." 
     A very positive and productive way to get through all of life's unexpected obstacles and challenges.  Polka dots speckle the voyager's ruby red body.  Glorious.  An age-old image of something happy and wholesome.  The little ladybug climbs around.  As we watch, from the perspective of the photo we have captured, we feel our hearts glow with happiness and inspiration.  What a mighty pioneer of the positive idea, "can."  To reach our goals, we must dream, perceive, and pursue with the grace of a ladybug.
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I should add that the students did not have time to proofread and edit.  These writings are all first drafts written in around 25 minutes after taking time to go through the photos and choose one.
More student writings to come over the next week or so.  Comments appreciated.

Veterans of my lawn.

                                            I honor them by not mowing.

Not Photoshopped, but....

The Hollyhock reminds me of certain Georgia O'Keefe paintings.  The bee reminds me of one of my favorite photos of all time, the bee hovering at the entrance to a Lupine blossom that graced the home page of Plumas County's Bloom Blog for a couple of years.  Most of all, my response to scenes like this is what gave me the urge to try something similar in one of my writing classes.  Since nearly all blossoms and bugs have gone away for the winter, I pulled out around 40 of my 8x10 prints, mostly of bugs in, on, and around flowers, but also a few frogs, lizards, and spiders.  The students were to sort through the prints, choose one, then write a page or so in response.  They were asked to pretend they were outside seeing the scene in real life and keeping a nature journal.  The result was some of their best writing of the semester.  With their permission, I'll start posting their work this afternoon.

Organized Chaos

I'm still trying to organize what I plan to say about this photo and what inspired it.  9:41 a.m.

12:40 p.m. OK, now I'm ready.  My desktop (the wooden one) has looked better, in terms of organization, but it has also looked much worse.  I got to thinking about this when I booted up my laptop and noticed that I had nearly 100 icons showing.  Ridiculous!  No wonder I have trouble finding stuff.  So, I organized the desktop (the one on the computer this time), and am feeling inspired to deal with the mess you see in the photo.

Nature can be seen as organized chaos.  Depending on one's background and beliefs, the emphasis might be on the "chaos" aspect, or it might be on the "organized" aspect.  I spend a lot of time responding to nature scenes and events.  A sense of wonder always occurs, but then I find myself trying to organize my feelings in order to convey them to others.  I start parsing words like "sunrise" and "sunset."  These words are remnants of an earlier cosmology in which the sun travels around the earth.  Or, at least rises in the East and sets in the West, which only implies where it spends the night.  I get more excited when I relate to a more recent cosmology in which the sun stands still and the earth's spinning gives the illusion of the sun traveling around us.  If I chose a different frame of reference, say a spot on the moon, then the motions of the sun and earth would seem quite a bit more complicated.  Does the sun go behind a cloud, or does a cloud pass in front of the sun, or, better yet, between me and the sun?
So, is the biological activity outside my office (much less the Amazon or Congo jungles) best represented as organization or chaos?  Those who see it primarily as chaos generally have the urge to tame it, or approve of others doing so.  We who see it as organized are reluctant to tamper with it to satisfy humans' short term needs and wants.  I wonder how this question will play out in the newly-elected Congress.  I'm nervous.  Maybe organizing the wooden desktop will make me feel better.

Seeing Nature Everywhere

El Toro del jugo de las uvas.  I don't know what possessed me to give this photo a Spanish name.  Perhaps it was an undeleted memory of a juice wagon in Quito that advertised "jugo de cana."  The crude-looking but sturdy wagon had piles of fresh-cut cane sugar and a blender and several one-gallon water jugs.  Theoretically, one could get cane juice by blending some water with one or more stalks of cane, and maybe strain out the insoluble fibers.  Problem is, behind a little curtain in the bottom of the wagon were 5-pound packages of C&H sugar.  Aha!  No fiber.  No need for a filter.  No vitamins, either.
Anyway, while I was fixing our morning porridge, I saw this grape juice stain on the ceramic tile next to the stove.  It was a spill from my wife's smoothie.  But I immediately saw the image of a bull, and all these unrelated images and memories came together.  Enjoy.
P. S.  If you read this earlier, I apologize for the ridiculous typos I missed.  Hopefully, they're all fixed.

Fall Colors Falling

Welcome to November

 Last Thursday morning I had to take a detour due to a paving project on Meadow Valley Road.  It was a lucky detour as I came across a great patch of Shaggy Mane fungi at the side of Jackson Street.  Here a half dozen views.  Tomorrow morning I'll check whether they're still there.  When their time comes, they tend to melt into a pile of black goo.  I've also heard that they deteriorate very quickly after being picked, so if you want to dine on them, better bring along a little camp stove and a frying pan.  I'm a mushroom coward, so I only eat the ones sold in stores.