Suddenly, autumn

Not really, but last night the temperature dropped more than it had in weeks, coupled with high humidity, and dew formed with a vengeance, which we also hadn’t seen in weeks – it doesn’t often hit the dewpoint overnight in summer here. And so, there were a couple of subjects to be found because of this.

The Girlfriend and I had seen this eastern carpenter bee (Xylocopa virginica) already snoozing on the butterfly bush at dusk, but the dew hadn’t begun forming then. It was a much better subject with that addition.

dew-covered eastern carpenter bee Xylocopa virginica snoozing on blossoms of butterfly bush Buddleja davidii
… which is all well and good, but we need a closer look at that eye:

closeup of dew-covered eye of eastern carpenter bee Xylocopa virginica
It took several tries to get the light angle right, so that both the facets of the ommatidia and the magnification of them in the dewdrop came out clearly. This was with the reversed Mamiya 45mm medium-format lens, which I hadn’t used in years in this manner and dug back out recently to experiment. Worked pretty well.

And another subject in much the same manner. First, I repost the image for scale taken a few days back, of the newborn Carolina anole (Anolis carolinensis.)

newborn Carolina anole Anolis carolinensis sleeping on weed stem with author's fingers behind for scale
Because I found this same specimen again, only a short distance away from that location, this time asleep on the liriope.

dew-covered newborn Carolina anole Anolis carolinensis sleeping on liriope blade
Naaahhh, that’s boring – let’s go in closer and more of a portrait angle:

dew-covered newborn Carolina anole Anolis carolinensis now awake on blade of liriope
Despite endeavoring to keep things still and quiet, the anole awoke and was watching the headlamp beam bobbing around with a small amount of concern, yet it remained motionless except for its eyes. With a reversed wide-angle lens, the range of sharp focus is quite short, and so I took a series of images to ensure that at least one of them was at that precise focus distance for maximum sharpness. And this one qualified, because we can go in very close in a tight crop to see what it looks like when we narrow down our field of view:

extreme closeup of eye of dew-covered newborn Carolina anole Anolis carolinensis
That – is going to be a print soon. And you can clearly see the benefit of a round softbox diffuser, because it looks many times better than having rectangular light reflections on all of those surfaces. But yeah, credit to the luck of having so many dewdrops right there on the edge of the eye.

Well, I’ll take a little credit for being steady enough to nail focus, and creating the macro flash rig, and knowing how to use lens reversing, and managing to lean out over the grasses to get a good angle without disturbing them, and finding the minuscule anole in the first place, and getting my butt wet just to be down there, and…

Estate Find XXVII

I was hoping to have a specific subject for this one, as we pass the halfway mark, but so far no luck – the vagaries of nature and all that. So this is kind of a fallback, with not very good images, but I’m doubling down on it so there’s that.

Just three weeks back we featured a golden silk orbweaver (Trichonephila clavipes,) not a large specimen yet one of many that had exploded on the property, and now we have a small followup.

mid-sized female golden silk orbweaver Trichonephila clavipes with male suitor in web alongside
Now roughly twice the length as what I photographed three weeks back, this one had company in the web with it, specifically a male suitor. I was having a devil of a time getting sharp pics and unfortunately cannot go back and reshoot them, for reasons soon to be revealed, nor did I even have the macro rig in hand. So I did the down-and-dirty trick of popping the on-camera flash, which tried desperately to overexpose the very close subject, and tempered the light by blocking half of the flash head with my finger. Still a tad high, but serviceable.

Then I flipped the camera the other way around, so the flash head was oriented to the right instead of the left, and focused on the male:

mid-sized female golden silk orbweaver Trichonephila clavipes with male suitor in web alongside
This is probably as large as the males ever get, while the female will exceed this by a large margin – at least twice this in linear measurements, so four times the mass or more (this is why measurements like “twice as big” are next to meaningless.) While this was going on, there were small twitches from both parties, but that may have only been from my presence and occasional bumping of the lower web. Actual mating was not in evidence, though I wasn’t observing for very long.

male golden silk orbweaver Trichonephila clavipes with mid-sized female in web behind
The light was much better from this side, though for some reason this was the sharpest frame that I achieved, which is pathetic; it only serves to show the male’s coloration and little more.

As I said, I couldn’t/can’t go back and reshoot these, because the web is no longer there, by my own hand. She had strung it directly across the path that we take to go out onto the island, and I was fine with ducking underneath – she’d provided enough room for that – until we had to lug a ladder and a kayak along that path, and avoiding the web was more effort than it was worth.

Why were we hauling these down the path? Because the wood duck nest box had fallen.

wood duck nest box fallen into pond
This was taken the day after that previous golden silk orbweaver post, so three weeks ago, right before we dropped the kayak in the pond and I paddled/thrashed over there to get it. The stalks of the yellow cow lilies were still pretty evident and so the kayak wasn’t gliding very well, almost having to be pushed through the weeds in places, but fishing the nest box out was fairly easy, and this was well after any ducks should have been occupying it, for which we were grateful. Once back, we could examine it for the failure that caused it to fall.

fallen wood duck nest box with degraded particle-board roof panel
As I said back when it was constructed, we couldn’t find the boards we wanted in the sizes necessary, anywhere, and so it was constructed out of what we had on hand, old shelf boards. Despite coating it heavily with watersealing stain, the ‘wood’ (what I took to be pine, but this looks a hell of a lot more like particleboard) wasn’t up to the job and degraded rapidly, allowing the cable that it hung from to simply rip through the holes drilled through the roof panel. Luckily, however, the remainder of the box seems perfectly solid. And yes, we did have a look inside.

remains of wood duck nest from retrieved fallen nest box
The box had flooded in the pond and had to be drained out to get in onto the kayak, so some of the nest material likely flowed out with the water, but enough remained to demonstrate that it did serve its purpose at least once; there were a lot of eggshells in there. The Spanish moss is what I initially put in to encourage the females that this was suitable, and I was surprised to see that not much appeared to have been added to it, though again, maybe it washed out.

wood duck nest remains removed from fallen nest box
She (perhaps ‘they’) clearly pushed things around into a circle at least, and a few feathers were in evidence, but nothing like what i expected. And no, I’m not going to try and piece those shells together to determine how many eggs there actually were.

This time, I found some solid cedar planks, actually fence slats I believe, and used those for the roof – again, heavily stained/sealed, though I’m no longer very sold on the efficacy of the sealant, but the solid cedar should be up to the job for a few years at least.

new roof panels on wood duck nest box
They were stained before assembly, and glued along all seams. But then I added another layer for protection:

additional waterproofing on new nest box roof
I’m not even sure what this stuff is, but it was on the roof of a shelter found back on the island and appears to have been there for a few years, with the wood underneath in great shape; some kind of corrugated tarpaper material, it seems. Overlapping the roof edges as it is, it should deflect the majority of water/snow/ice away from the roof and box. And I changed how the box was hung, as well.

new roof of wood duck nest box with altered hanging eyes
We bought a couple of heavy-duty eye hooks, bent to allow them to hang over the cable because it was still intact on the tree and I didn’t feel like unbolting and rebolting it. The wingnuts beneath the hook (unfortunately edge-on here) can be tightened by hand after the box was hanging and would orient to help close the gap that remained, though the box would have to achieve some pretty wild gyrations to free the cable from the hooks.

And we tripled the amount of Spanish moss as initial bedding:

thick mass of Spanish moss in bottom of wood duck nest box as bedding
You can’t see how deep the hollow is in this pic, but the moss is like 10cm deep.

And so, with all that done and the horrendous rainstorm past, yesterday was the day to rehang it. We did it the same way as before, which was to extend a ladder from the pond bank out onto a kayak to serve as a scaffold, and I marched (in a very loose interpretation of that word) out along the ladder to this floating platform to hang the box. While there, I also added some rubber sheathing to the cable to prevent it from damaging the branch that it wrapped around.

wood duck nest box reinstated hanging over pond
We were pleased to note that no predators seemed to have found the nest box, without even squirrels bothering it, even though ideally, it should be on a post in the water that has a predator skirt underneath (mostly for snakes.) Driving the post was a conundrum that I tackled in my mind several times over before finally settling on hanging the box instead, and so far it’s been okay; this is not to say that we won’t have to revisit this in the future.

other view of reinstated wood duck nest box
And since, at this latitude, wood ducks might actually have a second nesting season, it was kind of important that it go up soon; it awaits them if they are so inclined. Meanwhile, we get glimpses of the various broods of ducklings that visit the property now and then, though decent pics or video are elusive – you’ll see more shortly.

[Again, that’s not algae on the pond, but ridiculously prolific duckweed, as well as several trunks/stalks of fallen bamboo, of which we have far too much. But you can see Stately Walkabout Manor Plus in the background…]

Some tor’les

These were taken, I started to say, ‘a couple weeks back now’ but it’s actually over a month ago, so I’m definitely sliding a bit. It was when friends were visiting so we went down to the waterfront, and we were watching the turtles underneath the boardwalk. While there are posted signs that prohibit feeding any wildlife along the boardwalk, it was clear that plenty of people weren’t heeding these, since the turtles had clustered when we paused, obviously expecting a handout (or hoping we’d fall in – one or the other.)

cluster of yellow-bellied sliders Trachemys scripta scripta underneath boardwalk on waterfront
While the angle and the algae-covered carapaces prevent absolute certainty, I’m fairly confident that everything seen here is a yellow-bellied slider (Trachemys scripta scripta,) varying from moderately-sized to quite large. Don’t ask me why that one in particular stands out so well with the vivid facial striping – to the best of my knowledge it’s a typical variant, though it was behaving slightly differently too, as we’ll come back to.

The startling thing was realizing that the wood piling that we were seeing at one spot, wasn’t – it was actually the head of a massive common snapping turtle (Chelydra serpentina.) It dove before I got into position for a clear shot, so I waited around and it returned – or so I believed.

yellow-bellied slider Trachemys scripta scripta drifting alongside head of massive common snapping turtle Chelydra serpentina underneath boardwalk on waterfront
Compared against the rather large slider next to it, this one was certainly quite impressive, and while I had no way to introduce scale, I can tell you that the snapper’s head is larger around than my wrist, and overall probably weighed more than six kilograms. It was only later that we found that the one spotted initially was actually larger, when it reappeared – again when I couldn’t get a clear shot.

The slider alongside was not impressed by this at all, though:

yellow-bellied slider Trachemys scripta scripta pushing off of head of massive common snapping turtle Chelydra serpentina underneath boardwalk on waterfront
As far as the slider was concerned, the snapper was just landscape, as it pushed off against the snapper’s head in passing. And the snapper took no apparent notice. This isn’t particularly surprising, because while snapping turtles have a wicked reputation, that’s from people harassing them; they don’t prey on other turtles save for very small specimens, sticking to mostly fish with the occasional duckling thrown in. And sliders are strictly vegetarian.

The little bright-headed slider was a bit of a pest, though:

medium-sized brightly-colored yellow-bellied slider Trachemys scripta scripta biting the neck of a larger specimen, under the boardwalk on the waterfont
We observed this several times, but the one with the bright stripes was inclined to bite the other sliders (we didn’t see it attempt this with a snapper) on the excess neck skin, to what purpose we can only imagine. You can see the skin stretching out here. The larger slider put up with this for only a moment, though:

medium-sized brightly-colored yellow-bellied slider Trachemys scripta scripta getting palmed by a larger specimen, under the boardwalk on the waterfont
The larger one negligently raised a foreleg and planted its ‘palm’ right smack on the nose of the intrusive little guy, shoving it off with almost casual disregard.

By the way, don’t ask me what causes the prolific algae growth on their carapaces like this; I don’t know if it’s the water quality, or the temperature, or the lack of noticeable current, or something that the turtles do to encourage it. I get the impression that they don’t bask as often as, for instance, the sliders in our backyard ponds, because the algae should dry out and bake off then, to my thinking anyway. But this is also a brackish estuary and the higher salt content might be a factor too. I just takes picchers.

One more, not a tor’le, but shot on the same outing.

top-down viw of head of great blue heron Ardea herodias herodias from boardwalk on waterfront
Quite often on the waterfront, a great blue heron (Ardea herodias herodias) is in evidence, supremely used to the proximity of people – I can only assume it’s the same one but have no way of proving it. This time it landed quite close to the boardwalk and remained there as we approached, to the point that I was shooting almost straight down from above just a few meters away. The feather detail isn’t bad, but the eye is the real focus (heh!) because how often do you see it edge-on like this? Okay then.

That cleared out six more – the blog image folder is getting closer to normal now.

Profiles of Nature 61

American bullfrog Lithobates catesbeianus at night with rainbow refractions from eyes
Holy shit, it’s been over a year since the last Profiles! You must think we’ve become compassionate or something! We’ll have to see what we can do to correct that horrid misapprehension…

This time around we have Shailagh, whose favorite month is June because people think she’s observing Pride Month when in reality she always looks like this, observing nothing because she actually can’t see dick. Shailagh is one of those who follows every lame rumor about what will get you high, never realizing that 90% of them are simply trolling and the rest from 12-year-olds with overactive imaginations; right at the moment she’s tripping on yellow Tic-Tacs and what she’s been able to snort from alloy wheels in the parking lot. To no one’s surprise, she claims it’s a coping mechanism for deep-seated trauma from her past, but in reality she just thought Mel Gibson looked cool in Signs and wanted to mimic the angsty mood. Still, it could have been Twilight or The Notebook so we should be thankful for that at least. When she’s not trying to convince herself that she’s totally aardvarked, Shailagh serves as a wedding planner for her friends and acquaintances, though they don’t know it. So far she’s been unsuccessful, which is good because, you know, Signs – nobody needs to suffer from that kind of taste. On the positive side, red (stay with us here.) Shailagh has big aspirations because she hasn’t realized frogs don’t have gills (c’mon, keep up.) She hopes to one day overcome the bias against bullfrogs in stock car racing, believing this to be systemic amphibianism, but the truth of the matter is, no one has figured out how to get helmets to stay on. Her plans for retirement involve a pot of water that someone slowly turns the heat up under, and candidly admits that her favorite realization is how the name of every southern rural pasttime or party game sounds like a euphemism for anal sex.

We’re not through yet, so be sure to keep your eyes peeled for… you know what? That’s a really stupid saying, isn’t it? I mean, most of them are when you get right down to it, but that one’s fucking creepy. Anyway, more Profiles will come, and there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it, so you might as well embrace it – go on, give your Aunt Despair a great big hug, then you can go out and play.

June isn’t

Isn’t what? Isn’t June, or at least, not anymore… or at least, not anymore once the day is out. It’s the end of the month, is what I’m saying terribly, and that means the end of the month abstract. Let’s see, I had it lying around here somewhere… oh, wait, is this it?

unidentified ant on blossom cluster of orange milkweed butterfly weed Asclepias tuberosa
Well, if it’s not, it’ll have to do, because I can’t find anything else. I kind of had the month-end in mind for the past week, but nothing else struck my fancy, so we have this close-up of the flowers of an orange milkweed, or butterfly weed (Asclepias tuberosa,) with an ant that I failed to notice at the time. There’s actually more than one, if you look close, and I don’t have a clear enough view to determine one way or another, but it might be those little fucking fire ants, since we have too many of them in the yard. The milkweed, however, was specifically purchased to attract pollinators, with the hopes that eventually we’ll have a small field of them established. My efforts to do this through seeds, for several different species, have all been in total vain, so this was a potted plant, and we may add more next year if this one thrives; so far, so good.

Two of the three transplanted butterfly bushes have been doing well, though, with the third faltering but appearing to rally now; I need to stake some of these out to get pics of what’s visiting them, but right at the moment (the past 2-3 weeks at least,) this means sitting out in the sweltering sun, so it might wait for a break in the weather. Unless someone shames me into acting like a real nature photographer and braving the weather without whining…

Sure, why not?

I’ve said before that I had my own method of determining the first day of spring, as befits a nature photographer that concentrates more than a little on reptiles and amphibians: the first appearance of a treefrog species. This does make the event somewhat variable, but so what? It certainly fits a lot better than the traditional dates for these things, such as the first day of winter coming well into the arrival of winter temperatures, no matter where you live. But now, I have a new milestone: the first day of summer is heralded by the first appearance of…

newborn Carolina anole Anolis carolinensis sleeping on a weed stem
… a newborn Carolina anole (Anolis carolinensis,) which seem to appear in late June to early July. Now, having never seen one hatch nor known where a nest was to monitor, I’m not exactly sure just how “newborn” they are, whether they make a public appearance almost immediately or, as I suspect, they spend some time hidden down within the dense ground foliage before they venture out into the open. But going in close like this, while great for detail, completely destroys the true scale of the species at this age, and so I usually try to include something that helps re-establish this, like so:

newborn Carolina anole Anolis carolinensis sleeping on weed stem with author's fingers behind for scale
As long as I didn’t disturb the weed that it was sleeping upon, everything was cool, but occasionally they wake up enough to get suspicious, and then my hand coming this close is enough to send them scurrying for cover, even when there’s too little light for them to see clearly – my little friend here was found with the headlamp but shot with the macro flash rig, so this brilliant light existed for only a fraction of a second.

This one was found only a couple of meters away from the apparent nest spot that we’re aware of from an earlier post, though this was way too soon to be hatched from that/those egg(s). However, we have a little more scale to examine, because that same adult female anole, distinguished by the kink at the tip of her tail, was sleeping very close to this on one of the lawn decorations, a couple nights previously.

adult female Carolina anole Anolis carolinensis sleeping on balancing lawn decoration
We pay attention to that little box structure poking out the bottom, because just this morning, what I’m taking to be the same newborn anole that we opened with was hanging out on the same lawn decoration:

newborn Carolina anole Anolis carolinensis perched on balancing lawn decoration
That’s perhaps the best that I’m going to manage to compare the newborn and adult sizes, because I’ve never seen those close together and I think they actually avoid being so close to adults because they might get eaten – protein is protein, and if it’s not the adult’s offspring, then it’s potentially competition for her offspring. I honestly can’t say how anoles view it, but I do know that I’ve never seen one so small anywhere near an adult.

But yes, happy first day of summer, everyone!

Estate Find XXVI

Kind of a repeat on this one, but I still wanted to feature it to show what a full-grown adult looks like (the one on the right, I mean.) It’s been hotter than hell here the past couple of weeks, making even being outside uncomfortable and actually a bit risky, thus I had fewer opportunities to snag something of interest. So we have this little girl (I think, anyway):

author holding large specimen of eastern kingsnake Lampropeltis getula, by The Girlfriend
That’s an adult eastern kingsnake (Lampropeltis getula,) of which we’ve seen a quite small juvenile before. The Girlfriend was the one that spotted it, though she’s not fond of snakes at all and gave the barest description as she maintained a safe distance, at least until it was in hand, and then agreed to get the photos – she’s fine with a close approach as long as I’m in control of the snake. This one was quite impressive, likely 1.5 meters or so in length, and behaved herself remarkably well; The Girlfriend told me that the snake’s tail was vibrating in typical warning fashion as I picked her up, but I was barely restraining her, only keeping her supported as she tried moving along, so the warning signal ceased after only a few seconds, and she never made the slightest attempt to bite.

author holding large specimen of eastern kingsnake Lampropeltis getula as the tail grips his elbow, by The Girlfriend
I’m saying “she” because the snake displayed a trait that often denotes female: the sudden tapering of the body girth at the tail after it passes the vent/cloaca, vaguely visible here at the point of my elbow. The males usually display a uniform taper all the way along, though these traits aren’t dependable ways to sex a snake; that requires a specific reptile probe, which should be of an appropriate size for the specimen so an entire set is recommended, and I don’t handle enough snakes nor have the need to accurately determine sex, so I’ve never bothered. The Girlfriend wanted to show how the snake’s tail was gripping my elbow for leverage, and this image shows the back coloration (in contrast to the belly in the previous pic,) so it works for me. But then I took the camera from her for some detailed portraits.

large specimen of eastern kingsnake Lampropeltis getula in author's hand
They really are gorgeous snakes and I’m always pleased to see them, but more so when they’re this size. I held her long enough to get adequate photos, and then released her back where she’d been found. She made another appearance a few days later, slinking alongside the house near the kitchen window, so she’s apparently staying in the area. We’ll see if any newborns turn up in a few weeks (or if I stumble across the eggs someplace.)

Errors of omission

Recently, I came across a link to an article on Aeon, which may be titled either “Incredible testimonies” or “The short, dramatic history of alien abductions in the US,” depending on whether you go with the title in the opening graphic or in the meta tag for the page that shows in the browser tab. Written by Greg Eghigian, a professor of history and bioethics at Pennsylvania State University, and edited by Sam Haselby, it seemed (based on the second title, anyway) to be right up my alley, as I’ve had a sideline interest in UFOs/UAPs for some time now, though definitely from a skeptical standpoint, and am quite familiar with much of the field. So I dug into the article with interest.

The first thing that I’ll say is, there was a marked difference between what I was familiar with and what the article divulged; often, this will be a good thing, because it means that I’m learning something that I never knew before, or a different perspective, or something along those lines. Not so in this case, however, because the article had a distinct bias, but much worse, managed to avoid or gloss over some really crucial details, ones that, had the author done any decent research whatsoever, I cannot believe he was not acutely aware of. As always, I will encourage you to read the article in its entirety, both to be familiar with what I’m going to review here and to avoid any accusations that I’m quote-mining or taking things out of context, though I will be directly quoting several sections below.

The article opens with:

In 1992, Sheila (a pseudonym) sought the help of a prominent psychiatrist. Since the death of her mother in 1984, she had regularly found herself angry, sad and irritable. She was also experiencing terrifying nightmares: she would be unable to move, her body felt like it was vibrating, and she had dreams that someone or something was controlling her body. In one dream in particular, Sheila’s house filled with a high-pitched noise and flashing lights. Then, she saw several short, thin-limbed beings covered in silver walking down the hallway toward her bedroom.

Now, anyone even passingly familiar with abduction stories, possession stories, or psychology will immediately see the distinctive traits of sleep paralysis, which took quite some time to be identified but is now well understood to be a crossover state between differing stages of sleep that some people are quite prone to. It is, in essence, a mere nightmare, but distinct in the feelings of paralysis or restraint while under the threat of someone or something in the room, while the sufferer is usually convinced that it is not a dream (because of this crossover trait.) It’s quite well documented (and feel free to do your own search) – just, never mentioned at all in the article.

Instead, we find that ‘Sheila’ eventually contacts John Mack, a “Pulitzer Prize-winning psychiatrist and professor at Harvard Medical School.” This little offhand comment about the Pulitzer was a small red flag, one I was willing to let slide initially even though the name was quite familiar, since John Mack is notoriously known in skeptical circles, as well as professional ones. A Pulitzer is, naturally, a journalistic prize and has nothing to do with psychiatry or medicine or anything related to his academic standing; it was received for Mack’s biography of T.E. Lawrence and so has no bearing whatsoever in this article.

Onward:

Mack used hypnotic regression – a technique designed to recover lost memories – to help Sheila find out more about her past. The method seemed to work, and it confirmed what had been suspected: she was having alien encounters.

I considered this foreshadowing as the author built the case, and I expected the article to delve a little deeper into this technique, because it has quite a history, but instead it quickly turned elsewhere. It relates how stories of UFO/UAP encounters surged in the eighties and nineties, and touches on how popular it was in books, TV shows and even movies – though never making any recognition of which might have caused which. But then:

Why did this extraordinary phenomenon that challenges commonsense certainties about the real world suddenly disappear from the list of popular concerns? The answer lies in who ultimately got to decide what was and what wasn’t true about alien abduction, and how they managed to not so much solve its riddle as reconcile themselves with the phenomenon.

That’s some seriously slanted prose there, for anyone that actually knows the subject. We’re going to come back around to this, but right now, we continue right where we left off above:

Debate over the authenticity of paranormal phenomena is hardly new. Historically, authorities of various kinds have been called upon to decide on episodes and cases. In much of 16th- and 17th-century Europe and the New World, for instance, the Inquisition often determined whether the sickness or death of livestock or a person had a supernatural cause, and whether someone accused was in fact a witch or not. In the 18th century, the Habsburg empress Maria Theresa turned to physicians to evaluate if reports of vampires in the empire had natural explanations. In 1784, France’s King Louis XVI appointed two expert commissions that included astronomers, chemists and doctors to conduct experiments to establish if the phenomenon of mesmerism was due to a mysterious, invisible fluid or simply the product of the fevered imaginations of the easily influenced. And in 19th- and early 20th-century Britain and the US, a mix of researchers with backgrounds in psychology, philosophy, physics, philology, anthropology and stage magic investigated some of the age’s most prominent occult claims: mediumship, apparitions, haunted houses, clairvoyance, telepathy.

Okay, good. We’re starting to establish the idea that self-proclaimed experts in things like witchcraft and ghosts might not only have no real evidence to back themselves up, they might also have a vested interest in promoting the ideas in the first place, while scientific investigations are a much less biased and more evidence-based method to evaluate claims. Let’s see how this progresses:

In all these instances, figures in positions of authority either moved to or were drawn into establishing some consensus truth about supernatural claims. Often, in the Western world at least, these authority figures came from the Church, the state or academia. In some cases, such as vampirism and mesmerism, officials recruited outside specialists to look into matters; in other cases, such as ghosts, researchers took it upon themselves to weigh in. As such, what defined ‘expertise’ in the extramundane and uncanny was not always obvious, opening up a veritable grey market for self-proclaimed specialists.

That’s a remarkably vague paragraph that can be taken any way you like, though from experience, the inclusion of the word “truth’ isn’t a good sign. Serious researchers don’t look for “truth” or bother with such an ill-defined and emotional concept; they seek the weight of the evidence, and probability. I considered this paragraph to still perhaps be setting up why the scientific method was useful, but the wording wasn’t leading in that direction.

Then the article turns towards another application of the recovery of ‘repressed memories’ through hypnotherapy, though in this case Mack was not involved:

Beginning in 1983, law enforcement and parents accused supervisors and teachers at the McMartin Preschool in California of sexually abusing children in their care. In interviews with social workers and police, witnesses reported the abuse was organised as part of violent satanic rituals. Over the next decade, reports of so-called satanic ritual abuse emerged across the US as well as Canada, the UK, Australia, the Netherlands and Germany. In the McMartin and several other cases, some of the accused were criminally charged and put on trial. By the mid-1990s, however, courts threw out the charges in some of the most high-profile cases.

Okay, good, we’re building the story here, if perhaps just a little weakly. There was a huge surge, though notably only among a handful of mental-health professionals, in the idea of recovering repressed memories, and this led to some high-profile court cases as well as a shitload of media attention.

Within a few years of the first allegations, journalists and social scientists began publishing critical assessments of the evidence, questioning the reliability of child witness testimony. They also drew critical attention to officials’ use of suggestive and aggressive interview techniques that steered answers and encouraged embellishments. Noting how both evangelicals and the tabloid press highlighted the roles of satanism and cult-like rituals in the cases, critics portrayed the wave of accusations as a modern-day ‘witch hunt’. By the mid-1990s, a consensus formed that the whole affair had been the product of a baseless moral panic that had exploited the vulnerabilities of children and parents.

Again, a little weak on the failures of the techniques, as well as completely skipping over some of the backlash. This is also the second time that “consensus” was used, implying that the matter was decided more along the lines of voting than examining the weight of the evidence. And before this paragraph was complete, we have this sentence appended:

It is also true, however, that subsequent research about the prevalence of child sexual abuse has raised questions about whether this conclusion is too facile.

And that, right there, shows that the author either hasn’t understood the subject matter at all, or chooses to interpret it in his own manner.

Let me be specific: the sudden crash of repressed memory techniques came from several distinctive studies and trials which showed that hypnosis makes the subject far too susceptible to leading questions from the therapist, capable of completely creating a narrative in the patient’s mind that had never before existed. Several of the leading memory recovery specialists, John Mack among them, were known to be able to find ‘evidence’ of alien abductions or child abuse or repressed memories of traumatic events because they led their patients down a primrose path towards them in the first place, and their track records of ‘successfully uncovering’ episodes of alien abduction or child abuse were incredibly high, far higher than anyone would reasonably expect – and still without corroborating evidence despite these elevated numbers. In short, they were producing classic examples of “gaslighting” before the term was even widely used. Many other mental health professionals were more than suspicious about the entire idea of repressed memories, because they dealt with people constantly who were traumatized by things they wanted to forget but couldn’t – there was no evidence, save for the results from this handful of ‘specialists,’ that any such thing as memory repression could even exist. Add onto this the well-known concept that children are notoriously difficult to question about events, regardless, because there is too little distinction between fact and fantasy while young, as well as the desire/compulsion to get the ‘right’ answer for adults. And it can be as simple as the difference between the question, “Who was there?” and, “Was there a man there?”

So while we should not, in any manner whatsoever, dismiss accounts of child abuse regardless, this does not in any way exonerate a methodology that has been found corrupt and egregiously misleading, if not producing completely false results. It’s a damn stupid thing to suggest, and bears notes of an underlying desperation to believe despite evidence to the contrary.

Further:

As a problem in social knowledge, the satanic ritual abuse episode posed some of the same challenges in social epistemology arising from reports of alien abduction at the time. Both raised real intellectual and ethical questions about the proper ways to acquire, evaluate and present the testimony of witnesses who may be apprehensive and vulnerable.

Well, no. The questions raised were how to obtain accurate information without introducing any bias whatsoever, and this is where the crossover between psychiatry/psychology and the ‘hard sciences’ such as physics and biology started taking more of a lead, since the hard sciences had methods in place to try and eliminate incorrect results or assumptions, while psychiatry and psychology did not rely on these very much – see the history of Freud’s research and how long it took to realize most of it was utter bullshit. Too much of the evaluations of mental health and mind-based maladies were based on pronouncements by the professionals without any decent methods of demonstrating accuracy, because the fields had never relied on replication, falsification, or eliminating alternate causes.

The heart of the matter is how can we believe the seemingly incredible? In the case of satanic ritual abuse claims, this was ultimately settled – at least to the satisfaction of most observers – by the courts. Criminal justice assumed the role of the appropriate social epistemologist.

Wrong on both counts. Ritual satanism arose in folkloric beliefs, fueled by the rise of televangelists and their ludicrous, wolf-at-the-door postulations, but never had any convincing evidence behind them in the slightest – it was the kind of things that ‘everyone knew’ was happening but somehow no one had ever directly witnessed, and it was effectively quashed by the lack of direct evidence, requested from law enforcement departments nationwide, and an FBI investigation that directly concluded that there was no evidence of any form of satanic rituals nor organized black masses.

[Aside because I’m sure someone will start squawking: Yes, there are/were two churches of satanism active in the US – both of them more tongue-in-cheek than having anything to do with belief in satan as an entity or even distinct concept, and neither ever practiced any form of black masses or sacrifices in the slightest. Neither are even remotely related to any of the claims made.]

The article begins to wander significantly at this point, and suffers from a far-too-common trait of online articles: being wordy and meandering back and forth without getting to the point. I’m fine with building a case, even the suspense in the reader, but the author does not appear to actually know what he’s building to, and constructs his edifice only to slap it aside with a comment or three in a later paragraph.

Caught up in what the literary critic Frederick Crews dubbed ‘the memory wars’ of the 1990s, alien abduction found a place alongside satanic ritual abuse, recovered memories and multiple personalities as something deemed scientifically spurious. Witnesses were not suspected of lying. Rather, the recollections of abductees, it was argued, were false memories encouraged by abduction consultants through leading questions in order to imaginatively relive ‘experiences’. As such, the experiences of abductees could be seen as embellishments after the fact, with vulnerable individuals filling gaps in their memories with details lifted from popular media and abduction advisers.

Sounds good, but it falls short of the more pertinent details, especially in its wording. A couple of high-profile court cases slammed the hell out of the very concepts of recovered memories by demonstrating that they were completely false and nothing even remotely approaching scientific evidence, making the ‘expert testimony’ by the practitioners to be utterly worthless.

A key moment came in June 1994, when Harvard Medical School formed a committee to investigate Mack’s work with abductees. In its final report issued around a year later, the committee fell short of accusing Mack of misconduct, and he retained his status as ‘a member in good standing’ in the faculty. It did, however, criticise him for several shortcomings in his methods, the most serious being his neglecting to distinguish between abductees he was treating as research subjects and those who were his patients.

The wording of this dodges the bulk of the drama regarding John Mack, and feel free to look this up on your own, because his methodology is widely considered flawed and the entire concept of repressed memories is, with only minor exceptions, almost entirely expunged from the mental health fields. While Harvard (his employer) didn’t come down too hard on the concept, the same cannot be said for the greater scientific community, and for someone who felt obligated to mention Mack’s Pulitzer, somehow the author missed Mack’s notoriety in practicing and promoting something now almost entirely discounted as a viable concept.

Now watch this:

As had been the case with satanic ritual abuse, the backlash from behavioural scientists and clinicians had a palpable impact on public opinion. This was also evident at the box office, as filmmakers cooled to the idea of adapting abductee stories for the big screen. The conclusion, then, would seem to be that researchers and practising clinicians stepped in to debunk the phenomenon and succeeded in undermining its credibility.

But, in fact, most behavioural scientists and treatment specialists who took positions on the matter did not categorically repudiate alien abduction. Instead, they tended to see it in clinical terms, as a phenomenon evolving out of therapeutic-like settings and encounters, where the process was not about reconstructing an accurate picture of one’s past but rather about developing personally believable and productive stories about that past. Even the Harvard committee investigating Mack made it clear that members were not in the business of deciding or assuming whether alien abductions were taking place or not.

This is only a variation of the hoary old dodge so cherished by UFOlogists, Bigfoot-chasers, and the religious:You can’t prove this doesn’t exist!” And with that, science gets thrown back out the window in favor of supposed logical challenges, even while the article was paying a little lip-service to how badly these topics had fared when examined empirically. But science, and even those that just understand what logic actually is, doesn’t bother with trying to impossibly prove a negative; the goal is to establish positive evidence. And when the only positive evidence was obtained through a corrupt and discounted method, well, you have nothing now, don’t you?

And so we come to our concluding paragraph:

In a paradoxical way, alien abduction was afforded a certain measure of legitimacy since it avoided legal authority and fell to the psychologists. The experience of abductees was real in that it was real enough to the person who believed it. So the phenomenon was effectively relegated to the status of a devoutly held belief, not unlike a spiritual conviction or idea. Viewed as a deeply felt personal belief, many people saw no problem in at least respecting reports of alien abduction as yet another perspective on reality. In this way, the alien abduction phenomenon was made relatively harmless. Now, at a time when talk of unidentified anomalous phenomena and retrievals of crashed spaceships and ‘non-human biologics’ has made its way into the world of congressional hearings, it remains to be seen whether alien abduction will stay in its place.

Wow, deft little rescue of a concept from the dustbin called ‘Irrationality,’ wasn’t it? Except, not really. We now have a variation of, “Well, what does it hurt what someone believes?”, another argument that skeptics get to hear too often. And seriously, what harm is there in letting someone have their cherished little beliefs, if it’s that important to them?

Which says an awful lot in itself, because why would someone feel compelled to maintain a cherished little belief when it’s patently false? This implies that emotional supplication is more important than reality, which is not a road that you probably want to continue down, especially when it comes to some (a lot of) specific beliefs.

But let’s go back to ‘Sheila,’ the alien abductee recounted in the very beginning of the article:

Moreover, she discovered that she had been having visitations in her home since before the age of six, and that both Sheila’s sister and daughter had also been having strange encounters. It all left her feeling violated, terrified that she was unable to protect her family, and overcome with dread that ‘they’ would return.

Well, we’re not taking about cherished beliefs now, are we? And if this was indeed sleep paralysis, then ‘Sheila’ was subjected to an elaborate campaign to extend her fears, in both breadth and time, far beyond anything remotely necessary, when she could have been diagnosed with a simple disorder that would have alleviated the bulk of her anxiety rather than increasing it; sleep paralysis was a known condition at the time of this, and something that a professor of psychiatry should certainly have been aware of. While we’ll never know for sure at this point, we’re faced with the possibility that she was misled by someone pursuing their pet project.

And this is not an isolated occurrence. The article mentions the claims of satanic rituals and abuse by McMartin Preschool, which was one of those major cases that I mentioned. The amount of suffering and anxiety that this produced, in everyone involved, was completely unnecessary and provoked by a psychiatric technique that had never been established as viable, because why bother with that? At least, that was the attitude at the time – it’s been changing since then. And we can’t ignore Gary Ramona’s case, with lives ruined by relying solely on another professional with literally no evidence outside of a corrupt belief.

A small aside here: questioning of witnesses and victims should be done only by people trained to do so, because it is a specific skill that requires avoiding bias and leading questions, interviewing multiple witnesses separately and before they have any chance to compare their experiences or be influenced by others, and maintaining a complete neutrality in the results. Far too many police departments don’t have any such staff or don’t bother with them (because obtaining a conviction is far more important than determining the ‘truth’); psychiatrists and hypnotherapists do not receive any such training for these purposes. One of John Mack’s case histories involved interviewing numerous schoolchildren all at once regarding the UFO encounter that they claimed to have had, virtually guaranteeing that most of the kids would be influenced by what they heard their classmates saying. Any opportunity to find discrepancies in the accounts, which would cast doubt on the shared experience, was thrown out the window by performing this incredibly inept move.

The article mentions the case of Betty and Barney Hill, easily the most well-known of alien abductions. But again, a bit of research would have revealed quite a bit to examine. Not only did the details of the encounter change with virtually every new hypnosis session, there was little agreement between Betty’s and Barney’s accounts until long after they’d had the chance to discuss it at length with each other. We’re led to believe that repeated sessions eventually homed in on the ‘true’ account, as long as we ignore that hypnotherapy is no longer considered viable, and that there is no point where we could confidently pronounce that we now, finally have the correct version, and that there is no way to corroborate a correct version in any manner whatsoever. That’s a lot of baggage. Then as we go deeper into the fine details of the case, we find that Betty Hill was clearly enthusiastic about UFO reports before the encounter, and that she dwelt on them constantly afterwards and maintained pages of her dreams. We also find that her first hypnotherapist considered that she was only recounting another dream (it’s amazing how often that little fact gets left out of the numerous accounts of this case.) In her later years, while she was the darling of UFO conventions, Betty Hill continued to relate how often she saw and had contact with aliens, to the point where even the die-hard UFO enthusiasts started to become embarrassed by her, since she now appeared to be more than a little delusional.

Which brings us back around to the attitude at the end of this article, the concept that alien abduction stories can be ‘legitimate’ even if they aren’t true, almost directly likening it to religion (a comparison I’ve maintained myself, though not in any complimentary manner.) If we can’t actually establish in any manner that alien abductions have occurred, or that aliens actually exist, then we’re just condoning delusion, is that correct? We’re not talking fantasy, because by definition, fantasy is understood to be strictly imaginary, but those that believe that some celebrity really does love them back have obvious issues, and at times dangerous ones. Shouldn’t we, at the very least, establish that such indulgence in unsubstantiated ideas have some benefit before we rashly pronounce them ‘okay’? Especially when the belief that aliens can abduct and perform medical procedures on anyone, without detection or means of prevention, is a significant fear within our culture anymore, almost entirely based on ‘true encounters’ such as this?

And that’s one of the worst factors about this article. Psychiatrists exist to help people – that’s the specific goal of the field. If we only want indulgence, liquor stores and drug dealers and psychic readers abound.

Physicists meticulously examine their experiments to ensure that the results they achieve are indeed from the cause that they propose, attempting to rule out as many alternate explanations as possible. Biologists narrow down all of the factors that they can think of to determine that their test subject responded specifically to the conditions introduced. Medical research relies on double-blind clinical testing, control groups, and careful examination of case studies before offering even tentative conclusions. But somehow, psychiatrists can introduce an entirely new concept of ‘repressed memories’ without ever once checking to see if they found something factual or corroborated?

It is perhaps unfortunate that Betty Hill may have been encouraged to believe in and build on something fanciful, for the rest of her life, rather than recognizing that it was nothing more than a detailed dream. It’s potentially tragic that the named ‘Sheila’ may not have received the diagnosis that would have helped her far more effectively, and saved her years of anxiety. We cannot be sure of either of these (and many similar cases,) though the evidence weighs far more in these directions rather than the ones actually taken. It’s disturbing that ‘repressed memories’ yet resides in the public consciousness as a distinct idea, without anything of merit behind it. But it’s inexcusably irresponsible that this idea made it all the way into the courts as a form of evidence without any checks or balances whatsoever, causing unimaginable chaos in the lives of everyone involved. Correcting such egregious errors can take a long time once they’ve been established, and we’ve been lucky that the efforts to correct this were as effective as they have been; we can’t say the same for Andrew Wakefield’s selfish and intentionally fraudulent efforts to discount the efficacy of vaccines. So seeing anyone attempting to whitewash the whole concept and find some manner to still support it is reprehensible.

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Late in the writing of this post, I realized that the message within the original article seemed to vacillate more than a little, and then remembered that there was an editor credited too, which is not standard procedure. It occurs to me that it’s possible the article was altered in editing to change the slant or message, to make it more appealing to whatever audience was deemed the target – this happens fairly often. And if this is the case, does the blame for this whitewashing lie with the author, or the editor? Or still with both? Does it matter either way? The article remains ridiculously misleading and less than accurate.

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I had a disturbing number of tabs open during the writing of this, some of them getting linked into the text, but others deserve their own examination to better understand the issues at hand, such as:

Dr Elizabeth Loftus, whose name came up repeatedly while searching on repressed memory, since she was integral to the False Memory Syndrome Foundation study that played a large part in revealing the flaws in the concept. Dr Loftus has also produced countless works and papers regarding suggestibility and the malleable nature of memory.

‘What Psychologists Better Know About Recovered Memories: Research, Lawsuits, and the Pivotal Experiment’, another article on the topic.

‘Repressed Memory’, an article in Harvard magazine suggesting that the concept appears to be a recent cultural phenomenon rather than an affliction that should have left its mark throughout historical accounts.

Sleep paralysis. While judging the validity of anyone’s experience from a distance such as mine is irresponsible, it’s far more irresponsible to fail to take into account that some ‘recovered memory’ could be simply a common (and treatable) sleep disorder.

The Skeptoid episode on Betty and Barney Hill. Just a hint of some of the details that never get mentioned in the more credulous accounts of their experience – or, to be more accurate, their claims of their experience, since there’s barely a fragment of supporting evidence that anything actually happened.

‘The Eyes that Spoke’, an article in Skeptical Inquirer indicating that Barney Hill’s description of the aliens was remarkably similar to an Outer Limits episode that aired only two weeks before his hypnotherapy session.

‘A Study of Fantasy Proneness in the Thirteen Cases of Alleged Encounters in John Mack’s Abduction, another article in Skeptical Inquirer evaluating the ‘abductees’ in Mack’s own book for how many traits of being fantasy-prone that they displayed – you’ll be surprised to find the numbers are quite high.

‘Abductology Implodes’ [pdf file], an article by Robert Sheaffer for, again, Skeptical Inquirer on the abysmal presentation of three alien abduction specialists, John Mack among them, for an Abduction Study Conference at MIT in 1992. It also provides an account of the “gullibility and intellectual dishonesty” of Budd Hopkins, another of the researchers (and another name well known to those who have interest in the field) from Carol Rainey, his ex-wife and former assistant. While the link to her own article within that paper is dead, it can be found at this link [pdf file] instead – see “The Priests of High Strangeness” on page 11.

And overall, I will always recommend The Demon-Haunted World to any and every reader regardless, but especially those who find topics like this compelling.

See if it sticks

I’ve got a couple of topics that I’m planning to tackle, including a lengthy rebuttal post that’s in process but deserves a lot of editing attention, and a whole lot of images in the folder awaiting attention – just, not the time or energy to tackle bigger posts at the moment. So what we have now is a bunch of scattered stuff that I’m throwing at the wall, just to maintain content (especially since the near-future suggests that I may not have a lot of time to do so then.)

The green heron (Butorides virescens) makes semi-regular appearances on the pond out back – no real schedule, and obviously not here all the time, but it certainly hasn’t abandoned us either.

green heron Butorides virescens hunting off of the edge of Duck Island
Here it is hunting from the edge of Duck Island, which is only a couple of trees just a few meters into the water, retaining the soil around them, but it’s amusing seeing how many critters make use of it. Obviously, it got its name because the ducks are on it frequently, but the green heron likes it too, and it serves as a turtle basking spot when the sun is at the right angle, and I even briefly saw a beaver perched on it, though so far that was an isolated occurrence. It’s convenient for us, however, in that it’s the closest point to the house and is easily visible through the back windows, even though the sharp-eyed wood ducks can also see into those same windows and we occasionally have to move slowly, or not at all, to keep from spooking them off.

green heron Butorides virescens stalking forward slowly on submerged branch
To the best that I can determine, we only have one green heron visiting, and honestly, we’re probably lucky to have that. As you can see, the duckweed completely shields the surface of the water most times and prevents any waders from seeing much of their prey. Heavy rains will occasionally wash out a bit of this and expose patches of clear water briefly, but within two days the duckweed has grown to fill in the gaps. Yet, it also reveals paths that swimming animals take across the pond sometimes, and lets us know where the duckling broods go or if the beavers have been around.

mother wood duck Aix sponsa with four visible ducklings on Duck Island near dusk
We have at least three different broods of wood ducks (Aix sponsa) that visit, again, off and on. We’ve already seen the brood of twelve, and this is a batch of five ducklings (which might actually be two batches – not sure about this yet) even though only four are visible in this pic; in the leaves just under mama’s breast is one looking in our direction. I consider myself lucky to get any of these, since the wood ducks (as mentioned numerous times before) are quite spooky and protective, and I’m never within 20 meters of the ducklings. Except on certain occasions.

mother wood duck Aix sponsa and three ducklings on submerged branch at night
This is a lot closer than 20 meters, less than 10 I believe, and is actually full-frame, unlike the image preceding. It was achieved by approaching their nighttime roosting spot with the spotlight of the headlamp, the dazzle of which prevented them from knowing it was me or how close I was. Nonetheless, they soon moved off the submerged branch here and scooted under cover. You can easily tell these ducklings are much larger than the previous, but is this a brood of three, or the second brood of five that underwent some attrition? Ducks have a lot of ducklings because they’re so vulnerable to losses, unable to fly or swim/run too fast, and while this pond is pretty damn safe from predators, they don’t spend all their time here (not to mention considering us likely predators and so unwilling to establish a pattern of visits/vulnerability.) Does the lower pond house largemouth bass or snapping turtles, or allow better access by foxes and raccoons? We don’t know; so far we haven’t been able to see anything except the edges of a large bayou-like area, and I haven’t attempted to get the kayak into there yet.

And a last one for now, from the recent visit to Goose Creek State Park:

possible juvenile pileated woodpecker Dryocopus pileatus perched on very dead tree in Goose Creek State Park
I saw this pileated woodpecker (Dryocopus pileatus) cruise past and tracked it visually until it landed, then shifted around for a decent view, even though the sky wasn’t all that cooperative that day. The nice thing about a few of the woodpecker species in this area is that they have distinctive white patches on largely black wings, so even at a glance as they flit past you can determine that they’re woodpeckers. Not that it’s hard for this species, which is as large as a crow and so fairly obvious. The lean body and greyish facial feathers suggest to me that this is a juvenile, this year’s brood – one of these days I’ll locate a nest to watch. It’s a shame about the age/plumage though, since having bright white feathers on the face would have been a beneficial bit of contrast against the sky and dead wood. Maybe next time.

Persistent illusion

Every once in a while, as I’m perusing old posts (because the ego knows no bounds,) I come across this image and, just about every time, I interpret it entirely incorrectly – which is bonkers because not only am I the one who photographed it, I had the subject right in hand and know exactly how it looks. The last two times, I reminded myself I should revisit it as an optical illusion post, and this time, I finally did it.

Here’s the original image, from a post back in 2021:

unidentified fossils from NY
Just an unknown fossil personally collected from central New York (“upstate,” the Finger Lakes region) on one of my trips. But does it go up, or down? In other words, is the fossil raised/domed or impressed/dug out? I too often see it entirely wrong and then have a really hard time trying to see it correctly, and really, I’m not bad at things like this (or at least, so I tell myself) – I can usually see the reverse almost at will, certainly with little effort, but this one can frustrate me for several seconds or more. So I finally decided to so a video of it, since I had the original fossil still on hand.

I tried to match the original photo as closely as possible for the video, especially the light angle, and then managed to play with the fancy options within Kdenlive (my video editing program) to morph between the still image from 2021 and the video shot tonight, trying to match the position and size – I’m pleased with the result (that ego thing again.) And even as the video was closing and I replaced the fossil into its original position, the illusion even played with my eyes again. Maybe you never saw it that way – I’m never sure whether someone else sees what I do, or is as fooled by it.

A quick note though: the original fossil had been broken in two pieces sometime in the interim, likely in the move last year, but it was clean enough that I glued it back together – it cut right across those grooves and even I’m hard-pressed to see where the crack is. If you look closely at the beginning of the video as the still image morphs into the ‘live’ one, you can see a chip missing from the lower right side of the fossil impression – the crack goes straight up from that.

I still have a small box full of fossil rocks that show a lot of promise, and at some point I’ll sit down on video and record the opening of some of them – that way we’ll both see the revelation of these former critters for the first time in 415 million years. The inclusion of the fossils made the shale very unstable and weak, and often it can be split apart with fingernails. My biggest regret, though, is that age thing; it’s way before land animals even existed, so these are all water-dwellers, thus what we might see are molluscs, crustaceans, and plants, the most impressive/recognizable of which may be trilobites (which I have yet to find in larger, decent form.)

But yeah, I can still come across that photo up there again, and be convinced that the light comes from lower left and see only a raised shape, having a hard time correcting this mentally. Maybe this is some sign of impending senility…

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