Cytotoxin & Euphoria

Let’s be honest: there aren’t any webcomics that I’ve come across that fit in with the theme of this blog, whatever that may be, and don’t ask me why because I’m sure this is a huge untapped market, judging from the visit stats and comments. But I still find the occasional conjunction, a chance tangency that gives me confidence that someone gets it, if only once in a while. Today’s example (well, okay, this is from the 13th, and don’t think I didn’t note the ramifications of that date,) comes from Cyanide & Happiness, a truly warped comic written by three different rotating artists – this one in particular is done by Kris Wilson.

Cyanide & Happiness panel "Violin" copyright 2019 by Cyanide & Happiness/Kris Wilson

Now, I am hoping that the subtler aspect of the comic is not lost here, but I’m afraid there will be a few people who didn’t register the distinctive artwork. So, at the risk of belaboring the point, I’ll explain, because the third panel holds more detail (not too badly done at that) than they normally provide with their ‘efficient’ characters. The markings on the cephalothorax (“back” for our purposes here) of the spider resemble a violin, which identifies this as a brown recluse spider (Loxosceles reclusa,) the most venomous in North America and not exactly something you want to rub between your fingers.

The comic really needs a sound file to hear the tune that our androgynous greenshirt must be playing, but to do it right, they’re gonna need a few more spiders.

[This post was far more work than was warranted by the joke…]

Storytime 46

clover growing within discarded glass bottle
Today’s image comes from a few years back, on the trail leading towards one of my old photographic haunts. Like most of the US, trash can often be found anywhere, but especially so alongside roads, because the overbearing inconvenience of waiting until a garbage can is handy far outweighs any concern about environment, or appearance, or responsibility, and so on – advanced species my ass. But on a steep slope of the trail I found this little terrarium, a reflection of how life can thrive if conditions are right.

First off, I’m almost positive this bottle was intact, and the soil had gotten in there through washing in down the slope during the rains; I suspect there remained a small air gap in the neck. Almost nothing else grew on the trail, partially because of the passage of feet, but more because of the lack of topsoil – what you’re seeing is the ubiquitous NC red clay – and the slope itself which formed significant runoff. But we’d also already had some cold weather that was knocking down the seasonal plants, of which the clover seen here counts, yet within its own little greenhouse, this patch remained unaffected. Contrast it with those seen just outside the mouth (which may or may not be the same species, dunno.)

I regret not doing regular checks throughout the winter to see how this little garden fared. While not too insulated from the temperatures that the surrounding soil would drop to during the winter months, at the same time there was the greenhouse effect that could keep the air within the bottle much warmer with adequate sunlight, which isn’t too hard in NC even during the winter; would the latter outweigh the former? Should I have pushed a few tropical plant seeds into the neck of the bottle? Ah, the thoughts that will vex me in my advanced decrepitude…

Just because, part 33

yoshino cherry blossoms in spring against blue sky
The weather across much of the continent has turned cold and ugly, and I think we need a reminder of the spring that will come, so here are some cherry blossoms on the ornamental tree in the front yard.

But to be honest, these are not from the spring to come, but this past spring, because I’ve never dumped the money on a camera that advanced. There’s no way to prove that we will even get a spring in a few months – maybe we’ve had the last that we’ll ever see. We might have used them all up, or perhaps the planet will be destroyed by a rogue asteroid (you know, one of the rebellious and disobedient ones) before that occurs. Maybe “spring” is just the aliens dumping a dopamine rush into the simulation we reside within every time we get to close to realizing what reality even is.

Anyway, cheer up!

Podcast: Motivation

It’s been a while since the last podcast, and in fact, this year has been notably thin on that front, this only being the fifth for the year – just haven’t had either the subjects or the time. So perhaps today’s topic is a little ironic, even if it’s timely with the season slowing down, because we’re going to talk about motivation.

Walkabout podcast – Motivation

There isn’t a lot of supplementary information that I can provide here – there are plenty of resources to be found with a simple websearch, and most of it would have to be tailored to your own personal needs. Yet as I said in the ‘cast, it was a rainy and yucky day, and I still did a couple of images in those conditions just to put my money where my mouth is, so to speak; not award-winners (duh!) but making the effort.

rain-soaked wind mobil
rain on unidentified tree berriesMeanwhile, I’ll let you in on another method of motivation, which is to publicly proclaim what you’re up to so you’re obligated to follow through by your demanding audience. So, one of my projects, not exactly related to photography but still relevant to my pursuits here, is to compose my own music for the podcasts and videos – soon. Since as yet I don’t play any instruments, I wouldn’t expect to see something, like, next week, but I’m motivated to have my own work here and not use someone else’s. Feel free to pester me if you haven’t seen any progress (oh, yeah, I neglected to mention the value of a ‘nag,’ someone who knows your goals and is willing to remind you of them as needed.)

On the trail of fall color

faintest hint of autumn color
The season for getting good conditions for nature and wildlife photos in North Carolina is winding down, as it does every fall, and like every fall, I find no nice colorful landscapes within easy reach to do broad scenic images. Partially, this is because of the trees themselves; this region of NC at least has far too many hateful longneedle pines, which are ugly any time of the year but often overbearing a good selection of deciduous trees that may actually show some color, while the deciduous trees that we do have are varied both in color response and times that they change. Which means at any given time, what’s visible are the sparse tops of the evergreens, some bare trees, some brown trees, and maybe a splash of color. Which is why I tend to find little abstracts rather than big scenes.

backlit leaves against bright sky
And part of the reason, this fall, is that we went through a two-month drought, which usually kills the rich colors. But a couple of rains just as the color season started might have helped a little – we’re still finding out. A recent outing netted a small handful of images – nothing exciting but, you know, proof that I’m still trying. The image above I happened to like because, unintentionally, the leaves largely fell into one plane and it almost appears as if it’s a branch resting on the water, with the reflection of the sky behind. The sky, at least, was pretty cooperative this day.

bare tree with cedar too closeThe outing was to one of the parks on the Eno River, one of the few places that provides a variety of trees in a variety of conditions, and occasionally you can find a nice stark dead one – except in this case, the cedar next to it was a bit too close for the perspective and light angle and kinda intrudes into the frame. Different angles would have put the sunlight too much behind the tree, washing out the sky and mostly shadowing the trunk, or would have put even more trees in the frame and background; sometimes you simply can’t make it work ideally. I mean, without cutting down an intrusive cedar…

The temperatures have dropped significantly, getting down close to freezing some nights and not terribly warm most days; while I was out in shorts and water sandals (well, I had a shirt on too,) some of the hikers that I encountered even had heavier jackets on. It sort of depended on when you actually left home, because by midday it had gotten reasonably warm, but the morning had been pretty crisp and I wouldn’t have been out in the sandals then. And the shallow water of the river itself, never balmy at the best of times, was frigid that day. These conditions precluded finding any snakes at large, and in fact, the only wildlife to be seen were just a few birds. With one exception.

Wading at the water’s edge, I spooked a tiny cricket frog from cover, and it leapt into the water before appearing to immediately regret it and head towards shore again, pausing partially-submerged on a leaf.

cricket frog, possibly southern variant, Acris gryllus
I’m tentatively identifying this as a southern cricket frog (Acris gryllus,) only from the webbing on the hind feet – the northern variant has more, I believe, but they’re very close together in appearance. It was only my close presence that prevented the frog from regaining dry ground, which it likely desired (and achieved as soon as I passed,) because the sunlight was providing much-needed warmth while the water was taking it all away. Don’t blame me – had it held still I would have passed this minuscule specimen (less than 20mm in body length) without noticing, but nooooo, it had to panic and attract my attention by springing into the water. In doing so, it became the only wildlife to appear clearly in my photos from the day. Which means we’re going back to flora and foliage now.

unidentified tree with wild-looking bark
I keep doing this thing that I shouldn’t, which is take a photo of something with too few identifying characteristics. I’ll be thinking, Hey, maybe I’ll feature this image in a post, but not, So figure out what it is so you can tell your voluminous readers. Thus I don’t know what this tree is, but it’s damn cool nonetheless. Don’t hate on me, just savor the imagery. Or something.

(I’m pretty sure that’s an American sycamore leaf in the foreground, but I’m not sure it originated from the same tree.)

I was testing out a lens that I might buy from a friend, so I did a few shots to check out the image stabilization feature, which included doing some longer exposures handheld. I purposefully dropped the ISO down to 100 and the aperture to f16 to push the shutter speed down to 1/13 second, blurring the water while trying to keep the rocks sharp, and chose a shadowed area to do this within.

small torrent on Eno River
The results were acceptable, at least at blog resolution, but probably not quite up to snuff with my existing lenses, and certainly not exceeding them, so I probably won’t be purchasing this one (a Canon 18-200 IS, nosy.) The reach is of course better than my 17-85, but I don’t like sacrificing sharpness for that, and so later on I might give the 18-135 IS STM a shot, which may also be more useful for video work. But later on after wading across the river (which was an exercise in cold endurance in itself,) I shot the same torrent from the opposite side, this time framing some (also unidentified) leaves against it and getting a bit more fartsy.

unidentified leaves against torrent on Eno River
I said a bit, okay? Stop making those annoying little noises…

At least the sun angle and the thinner trees permitted more chances for backlighting leaves, which I took advantage of because I’m that kind of opportunistic swine. One tree in the area turns a nice brilliant red, and I’d tell you what it is but I want you to find out on your own, since it’s good research practice.

bright red backlit leaf against blue sky
I will say that a ‘normal’ perspective from the trail would have placed these leaves against a grey-brown landscape of bare trees on a shaded riverbank, so this is an example of thinking about the frame a little. I had to slip down a small embankment and crawl under some low branches to get the leaves against the sky, but that added blue certainly helped, didn’t it?

It was a lot easier to get the next one.

unidentified multi-colored backlit leaves against blue sky
This particular tree (do the research) was nicely placed right off the trail and was easy to walk around underneath to choose whatever framing one might desire, and I picked several, but this is the one I’m featuring. The mix of colors was nice, and it’s quite possible that in the four days since, half of these are gone now, but at least the almost-complete canopy didn’t actually shade too much of its own display and instead let the sunlight through. To me, the hues are particularly pleasing, and even though there’s no subject per se, it still might make a nice accent print.

Two more.

cedar needles and berries
The clouds were slowly increasing and the sun would tend to get shaded for a short while at a time, so I never achieved quite the effect I was after with these cedar needles and berries, but this is what I have for now – unlike the others trees, this display may remain largely unchanged for days or weeks, so maybe I’ll revisit it later on. Cedars are one of the evergreens that I’m more than okay with, and even the dead trunks, standing or lying throughout the woods surrounding the river, have their own sharp charm. We need to breed a variant that can out-compete the loblolly pines.

I’ll close with a lone American sweetgum leaf (Liquidambar styraciflua.) Sweetgums are one of the few that are reasonably abundant in the area and pretty photogenic by themselves, spring, summer, or fall – I just don’t want the damn gumballs in the yard. This one leaf, standing out in the lowering sunlight, not only had a mix of colors within just one leaf, but some radical textures as well, a juxtaposition of softness and harshness that I particularly like. You will, of course, want to buy a print yourself. Right?

Backlit American sweetgum Liquidambar styraciflua leaf

Storytime 45

Jekyll Island dead tree with tidal wake
It would be easy to miss a little detail in today’s image, and in fact I likely missed it when I was shooting the frame, three years ago, but there’s evidence of a curious effect to be found here. It’s subtle, and may be missed if your monitor’s gamma is set incorrectly, because we need the details in the shadows.

In my defense, I did see at least a portion of what I’m referring to, since I specifically shot a few examples while out there waiting on sunrise, but I’m not sure I saw everything here. This is Jekyll Island off of the coast of Georgia, source of quite a few images on the blog now, and more specifically the northern tip of the island, often called Driftwood Beach even though the wood thereon doesn’t drift (or at least didn’t at the time – with a couple of hurricanes since this was taken, I suspect this particular stump isn’t even there anymore.) What I’m referring to isn’t the little blip of the St Simon’s Island lighthouse there in the fork (which was intentional,) but the properties of the sand at the base. It was clear that I was the only person to have walked out there since high tide had been through, sometime in the wee hours of the morning, and the sand was displaying the behavior of the advancing water. The stump itself caused a turbulent little eddy that dug out more sand directly from its base, but it was the manner of the waves that it broke that made the ripples in the wake of the stump – in two different directions. That’s the part that I can’t immediately explain. Which is not that say that I won’t make the attempt; we now enter Talking Out of My Ass mode.

The stump itself seems to sit at the head of a slight rise, possibly self-caused through its effect on the wind coming off of the water, and this rise broke the smooth flow of incoming water, perhaps during a previous high tide – tides have different strengths throughout the day, and thus different names, and I’m reading (illiterately, most likely) a weaker flow that created the ripples to the center-right, running down the back side of the slope as the water just barely broke over top – so, down towards the lower right of the image (the ripples/ridges themselves would be perpendicular to the flow of the water.) But then came a later, stronger and higher tide, whirling around the base of the stump, and leaving a set of sand ripples more in line with the actual direction of the waves as they rolled up the beach, those to the left flowing towards the lower left corner of the image. Portions of the earlier tidal flow were scoured clear on the right side of the frame, but the rise was high enough to prevent their complete eradication.

That’s my guess, anyway – I wasn’t there when this happened, and don’t know enough about waves to be sure, and didn’t crouch down to make careful comparisons of the height of the sand in different areas, so the value of this speculation is infinitesimal. But something happened there to make two different sets of sand ripples – it could always have been aliens, I suppose…

“You paid money to do this”

I mentioned earlier that there was some potential content coming, and lo and behold, here it is! We had friends visit last weekend, mostly to help us with a major project (which they achieved in exemplary fashion,) but also to kick around a bit, and one of the activities that I’ve been itching to do again since the first time during the Cleveland trip is to hit the canopy walk. We’d intended to have more people along, but for various reasons it didn’t work out, so it finally ended up with just my friend Wendy and I going. You undoubtedly remember Wendy and her S.O. Reg (“Strikes”) from such posts as Costa Rica or North Topsail Beach, but Reg and The Girlfriend opted to keep their feet on the ground. Nonetheless, we came prepared, and documented the outing from two different camcorders and two different smutphones, though I never did convince Wend to hold the phone horizontally when shooting video, so the format change shows in a few places.

Worse is the quality, which is only the fault of my not spending money on a Vimeo account that I upload to twice a year or so; the free account only allows a 500mb per week upload, and most of my renderings came out larger than that, so to get it down to size, the quality took a hit.


The website for Go Ape! Find a location, book your visit, marvel at how idiotic people are, whatever.

The full tour takes about three hours or so, but that includes five portions or stretches or whatever; basically, you climb a rope ladder at the beginning of each station, then travel between treestands through various obstacles and crossings until taking a zipline down to the ground, then tackling the next. You can always opt out after any of them, but what’s the fun in that? Also, the time it takes will depend on the number of people in your group, the number of people just visiting that day (backing up the treestands, as it were,) and how quickly you can tackle the tougher crossings. But yeah, have comfortable and flexible clothing and expect to get a little dirty and probably a lot sweaty. I have to say that visiting during the fall was a lot more comfortable overall.

And I rate Cleveland a little better, mostly because the ziplines were longer, but also the last station went pretty high. Which is not to say that Raleigh was a disappointment.

So, am I gonna spring for a yearly membership? Hmmmm….

Oh, you physics!

More stuff is in the pipeline right now, but it may still take a couple of days to come out, so for now I leave you with a video that is not mine (yeah, I can hear the cheers from here, shut up.) Miss Cellania (possibly not her real name) featured a clip from CGP Grey, who we all know and love, about the proximity of the planets in the solar system. No, not the cluster of the “rocky bodies” (Mercury/Venus/Earth/Mars) versus the gas giants (Jupiter/Saturn/Uranus/Neptune,) which is interesting enough – the relative distances between the two classes is huge. Instead, this talks about which is closest to which, for the greatest amount of time. The answer is pretty cool.


Was the answer surprising? It seems kind of obvious in retrospect, at least if you know orbital periods, but the idea of the lineup of mean orbital distances from the sun, the ‘order’ we all know, has always been misleading.

Now, I want to see when, and perhaps how often, the planets have the greatest distance from each other; I’m imagining it happens once every several thousand years or so.

[By the way, while I am never a fan of bloated, monopolistic websites and their manipulative behavior – which is why I host my own videos on Vimeo – using the link I provided under “CGP Grey” above will produce a bunch of related videos that may also be of interest. Just this once.]

Questions in the wake

Colings Foundation B-17G "909" departing RDU International Airport
Two years ago, I wrote about visiting a show featuring vintage WWII aircraft owned and operated by the Collings Foundation, among them a Boeing B-17G Flying Fortress model dubbed, “909,” seen above. This aircraft was not only open to walking tours through the fuselage, tickets were available to take a flight in it as well (along with three other aircraft on the same “Wings of Freedom” tour.) Had I the available funds, I would likely have taken a flight in at least one of them, but the price was well out of my budget at the time; I did at least tour through it and took countless photos, because I’ve always been an enthusiast over WWII-era combat aircraft.

Tragically, on October 2 of this year, that same B-17G developed engine trouble while doing a tour flight with several passengers, and crashed just short of the runway while attempting to return to the airport only minutes after takeoff. The crash killed seven of the thirteen people aboard, among them the pilot and copilot. The National Transportation Safety Board (NTSB,) which is the primary investigative body for aircraft accidents, will be examining the wreckage and radio transmissions for some months to come and has not issued any distinct details, but at the moment the evidence is pointing towards engine problems, and not some particular fault of the crew.

As always, any situation like this raises numerous questions about the safety and reliability of an aircraft that first rolled off the line in April 1945, before either of the deceased crewmembers were born, and such questions are not without merit, even when the risk of operating such older aircraft is known.

First the bare facts of the matter. The B-17 was first introduced in 1935 and was produced in prodigious numbers during World War II, and reflected the attitudes of the time. A lot of aircraft were needed quickly, largely because the attrition rate was so high for bombers; the idea that these would still be flying even ten years later wasn’t really considered. And of course, they were and still are a product of the technology of the time, since retrofitting or updating most portions of the engines or airframes wasn’t a goal much after the war ended. This particular aircraft never saw combat, but was used during nuclear tests in the fifties. All warbirds today are maintained either through caches of spare parts manufactured back during the regular production runs in the 40s, or with custom-machined parts as needed; the costs of the latter means that much more of the former is the case, and these aircraft are primarily flying on parts over 70 years old.

Any fatal crash is a tragedy, but in cases where the passengers were flying in such aged and difficult to maintain vintage aircraft, it is always asked whether such a thing had to happen, or if the risk of operating such a vehicle for air tours is far too great, but no question is as simple as that. In our age of all-but-guaranteed safety for nearly everything that we do, we come to expect nothing less, but the men who originally flew in these had no such guarantees or expectations; which perspective should we be adopting here? And of course, such flights are not “necessary” in most senses of the word, but then again, neither is at least half of the things that we engage in everyday. The risks are far more known and accepted during such flights than they are for, say, a fire in our apartment complex.

But are such flights even necessary? Is there some aspect of history, of education, of mere human experience, that is provided by such operations? It is certainly not necessary to attempt to maintain these aircraft in flying order, but exactly how much more interest, how much more impact, is fostered by such? As I said, I would have flown in one without hesitation given the available funds, with the risks well known (I follow enough of the news to know how frequently such aircraft develop trouble.) And I can vouch for the awesome experience of hearing those engines, a sound which nothing before or since has ever produced. It is as close as we can get to experiencing the conditions of the European air war firsthand, but I’ll be the first to admit that it probably over-glamorizes it as well.

interior view of ball turret of Collings Foundation's B-17G "909"
Should we be maintaining these aircraft solely as museum pieces, or at the very least, allowing the risks to be taken only by a select few trained crewmembers with distinctive knowledge of the hazards? Most museums and vintage aircraft organizations feel this way, and it’s not hard to make a rational case for it. But at the same time, no museum that I have ever come across allows visitors to tour through the aircraft, even on static display, and again, the impact of seeing those conditions and quarters firsthand is far, far greater than seeing it through photos, videos, and even intricate model kits, which encompass my experience up until those days two years back. The high ticket prices for the brief air tours always go towards maintaining these aircraft, flying or otherwise, at a time when too few museums are adequately funded. It is an ugly reflection of our society, perhaps, that we have to turn to private foundations and risky flights to help fund these tangible historical examples.

And then again, maybe the impact on me personally only came about because I already possessed the interest in WWII aircraft; Mr Bugg was with me during one of those visits two years ago, but showed far more interest in the passing commercial airliners than the warbirds literally at his fingertips. Maybe we don’t need any such examples, but just enough emphasis on this period in history (and any other, not to be single-minded) to make an impact to begin with. And there’s even the idea that concentrating on the aircraft (or tanks, or strategies, or news reports) misses the more important focus on how we even get into wars in the first place, and how we could avoid them in the future. There is no doubt that a good portion of our history, from the military standpoint, glorifies the “brave defender” aspect and the shameless tribalism rather than presenting it as a disturbing and reprehensible example of our baser instincts that we really should be attempting to eradicate.

I have no real answers or directions that I’m leading with all this; I just wanted to put down a few thoughts that the crash fostered in me again, and to provoke a few different perspectives.

Storytime 44

So if a picture is worth a thousand words, this storytime post is going to be the longest, I think.

osprey Pandion haliaetus crusing past with fish
Anyway, this sequence was captured during this outing, as we tracked an osprey (Pandion haliaetus) passing with its capture. To set the stage, we were standing in plain sight on the lakeshore, probably some 40-60 meters from this bird, and given how good raptor eyesight and hearing is, there’s little question that the osprey knew we were there. Which makes its behavior slightly puzzling.

osprey Pandion haliaetus in hard bank with fish
Abruptly and with no warning, the osprey banked hard as if avoiding a collision. I was tracking it and just kept firing off the frames without taking my eye from the viewfinder.

osprey Pandion haliaetus in banking dive with fish
But after the maneuver was over, I was able to look around to see the threat that had made the bird dodge so quickly, and found nothing at all – not another bird within hundreds of meters.

osprey Pandion haliaetus coming out of hard bank
This image makes it appear as if the osprey might have been about to lose its fish, and struggled to maintain it, but the previous photos give no indication of that, and they’re more than capable of hanging on with just one set of ridiculously-sharp and strong talons.

And again, I might have suspected that it suddenly became aware of our presence and figured it was coming too close, except it wasn’t very close (we’d had others pass much less than half that distance overhead earlier in the day,) and I can’t believe that it suddenly noticed us. We weren’t hidden in any way, or unobtrusive save for perhaps being quiet at the time.

osprey Pandion haliaetus returning to its original flight path
Too, it soon banked back onto its original course, instead of veering off across the lake away from us, so I doubt we were the cause.

There’s a slim chance that it suddenly spotted a fish below it in the water, and started to home in for the kill before remembering that it already had a fish, but that seems suspect too. Pretty unlikely that it ran into a spiderweb. Too late in the season to be competing in the shorebird slalom trials. So what I’m saying is, there’s a story but I ain’t got it.

Maybe it was one of those pesky dragonflies

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