Tripod holes 35

Nancy Wilson performing in Heart during Bad Animals Tour, Rochester War Memorial, October 17 1987
N 43° 9’14.23″ W 77°36’39.52″ Google Earth location.

This is Nancy Wilson with the band Heart performing at the Rochester War Memorial, the first concert that I ever attended, and because of an open audience area, no seating whatsoever, I was able to get fairly close to the stage so that my pathetic little Wittnauer Challenger and its 50mm lens could actually achieve a halfway-decent concert photo. This took some effort, because of course everyone was crowding the stage, and the press of bodies was damn near the same as if we’d been stacked horizontally instead of standing (mostly) upright. They largely don’t do that now, because it’s ripe conditions for accidents, not to mention groping and all that (though somehow I remained free of molestation myself, probably because no one then knew how famous a nature photographer I’d become.)

It was almost entirely luck that this image came out as well as it did, though I made the effort to frame it as well as conditions allowed and certainly sweated out a couple liters in the exertion necessary, but having enough light and no noticeable motion blur was pure chance. Cameras were even disallowed in the arena, but we didn’t know that until we arrived (there being no internet and no word about this when we purchased the tickets,) but the bouncers at the gate took a look in the backpack we had and let us pass through, more likely watching for ‘professional’ rigs with longer lenses, or perhaps not giving a damn anyway.

This one bumped slightly ahead in the lineup while I was doing a little research. It could have been posted very close to exactly 36 years after it was taken, since I know the date: October 17, 1987, during the Bad Animals Tour. However, Ann Wilson, Nancy’s sister and thus co-founder of Heart, is presently touring with her band Tripsitter and will be playing in Syracuse at the NY State Fairgrounds just three days from now – that’s as close as they’ll come to this tripod holes location. The two had actually planned to reunite Heart for a 50th anniversary (!!) tour this year, but apparently couldn’t agree on the lineup, and so Ann is touring with her own band and Nancy may yet appear with Heart sometime next year. If you’re as old as I am, you may want to keep checking the music news.

Podcast: Hybridcast

Today is Highly Debatable Humor Day, when we celebrate those examples of humor where the appeal could be wildly subjective; if you don’t find it amusing, well, you’re in accordance with a certain percentage of victims listeners/viewers, so just take heart in the idea that you’re not alone.

I kinda jammed it all together with this one. What started out as an idea for a longish photo post soon revealed itself to be way too long for a written and illustrated page (yeah, even for me, so you know that’s saying something.) Plus I had a couple of other incidentals to mention, and hadn’t done a podcast recently. So we get this podcast/slideshow/video clip compilation that probably doesn’t do justice to any format. And yet, I’m still not shooting vertical video on a smutphone…


Further details on schtuff therein:

The Original Ceylon Tea Company – Best Earl Grey that I’ve found yet.

Tardis Tea from Adagio Teas – Also very good – the tin is cool, but The Girlfriend’s Sprog stole that from me. Also check out the IngenuiTEA infuser, because screw tea bags (there’s an off-color joke in the making there, but I think we’ve had our fill of those for the time being.)

96-LED macro video lightTwo things that I neglected to mention regarding the video clips – they made it into the first attempt that was thwarted by post-nasal drip, and I forgot them the second time around. I obtained a little 96-LED portable light source that runs on 4 AA batteries or a USB powerbank, and that’s what was used for the two clips seen here – it’s light enough to be supported on an articulated arm (on its shoe mount or 1/4-20 tripod socket,) works fabulously for macro video, is reasonably diffuse, and is even dimmable. There are lots of versions on Ebay, and I have to say it was well worth the trivial price.

The second bit is, I’m still using the off-camera monitor, which helps with macro work significantly, but it has one effect that you can see in the video: aiming the camera is no longer an intuitive thing. For instance, holding it in a bracket down below waist level and framing with the monitor means that tracking a moving subject, or simply pointing the camera in the right direction, is a lot more challenging. Yes, I need more practice, thank you Captain Obvious, but I’m offering this as a warning to those getting started in it like I am.

Now, the part where I mentioned that the camera had some kind of tracking error that led to weird lines towards the bottom of the frame? Yeah, maybe you didn’t see that effect at all – it might actually be the fault of the video player that I’m using in Linux, and/or the screen resolution of the same. I also had some weird issues with the first rendering of this hybridcast, stray frames appearing at the very end of fade effects, and that is a known issue with the OpenShot editing program; a little websearch provided a simple solution, so never neglect your Google-Fu when you run into an issue (the solution, should you encounter the problem yourself, is to move the offending clip to an extra track, which seems to eradicate the frame blip for some reason.)

Did you notice that I had the directions reversed on Bar Sinister and Bar Dexter? Good – keep it to yourself, hotshot.

And finally, a reiterated public service message:

Don't shoot phone video vertically dipshit

Daily Jim pic 38

rock spires in Custer State Park by James L. Kramer
I think we’re still in Custer State Park, and I’m not going guess at the process that formed these distinct rock towers – oh, hell, yes I am. It’s likely layers of a harder stone, formerly sedimentary, that got uplifted by geologic folding and then weathered away. But that’s not important (sorry geologists.) More useful to us – since you’re on a nature photography site – is the way the light works. Textures like these beg for sharp and distinct sidelighting, which emphasizes their coarse nature. Direct light, such as immediately behind the camera, wouldn’t make these half as forbidding. High contrast light can have a negative effect on many kinds of photos, but it’s situations like this where it works very well, throwing all of those edges into sharp relief. And the framing with the tree layers really kicks it, too, providing a lot of depth to the scene while mimicking the rock formations. I like it.

Les chats du biologique

FrenchCats3Yeah, that’s probably nonsense, but I had to pass this one along. When preparing to shoot the illustrating image for the previous post, I was doing lighting and pose tests. Kaylee (the one in the back) will hold still and can even be convinced to look interested with the right approach – obviously not this one – while Little Girl (the pressure is on to switch her name to “Zoe” but I personally don’t think it fits) allows her curiosity to get the best of her and, even when she isn’t invited to be in the shot, has to come over to see what’s so fascinating. The resulting image was infused with ennui and existentialism and, though no slight is intended on our Gallic neighbors, just seemed so French. Of course it had to be monochrome.

Book review: The Selfish Gene

ICanHazGeen-2When this book was first published, I was 10 years old, in that directionless, awkward stage between playing Bionic Man and shooting Stormtroopers with my blaster, so if you want to consider this review ill-timed that’s fine with me. There is likely nothing I say here that hasn’t been said before, but that’s probably true of the entire blog anyway. I also need to note that the version I have reviewed is the 1989 reprint containing significant addenda to the original from 1976; there is now a 30th anniversary edition that may have further edited/corrected information different from the review here.

Richard Dawkins’ The Selfish Gene is, in several ways, a notorious book. Among the most prominent is how so many people have taken this to imply that there is a gene which promotes selfishness – this might actually be true (there may be a lot of genes that produce such an effect,) but not at all what the title is intended to mean, and the book is undeserving of the antisocial stigma it has received. It is also the book that introduced the concept of the meme, most especially as an evolving ‘organism’ in itself, and this is an intriguing idea. Most of what it covers, though, is a particular perspective on natural selection that, in the end, produces a bit of irony.

The main premise of the book is that biological evolution (as opposed to that of language or vehicle design) does not take place at the level of the individual organism as is usually portrayed, but at the level of the gene, defined for clarity as a portion of DNA that produces a specific effect – brown eyes, for instance, or a strong bond with a sibling. While it is the organism that survives and reproduces, it does so at the bidding of a huge collection of genes, many of which have some impact on how effectively the organism survives or reproduces. The “selfish” bit arises with the perspective that the gene itself may be competing against others to replicate, and the overall organism is involved only because it’s the primary way that genes can replicate, whether it’s a complicated multicellular organism like humans or just a bacterium. The propagation of the organism is the propagation of every gene it carries, and these change frequently.

Now, it’s easy to consider this almost semantics; the genes collectively produce a particular phenotype (body plan, if you will) and it is this phenotype that produces the interactions that allow survival and reproduction. So is it the gene that survives, or the organism? Take your pick – as long as you understand that the gene is the point of variability for any organism, the distinction matters little. But this highlights a peculiar aspect of this book that I felt grossly detracts from the understanding of the whole process, and that is Dawkins’ frequent reliance on personifying language throughout, even displayed in the title.

Evolution by natural selection is a simple algorithm: any gene that increases the chances of an organism surviving and reproducing stands a greater chance of replicating than a gene that does not, and this is of course a scale – not a yes/no situation, but a good/better one. It’s also a tendency, subject to variations that average out rather than some kind of firm rule – there is nothing that says an organism will always reproduce, given a certain gene, only that chances may be improved. The gene, just a collection of molecules that trigger certain effects during cell division, is not trying to do anything and has no desire or goal to replicate – it just happens, and happens more when conditions favor it, so such a gene becomes more prevalent among a population of organisms. It is a strictly physical thing, like water running downhill and forming a trickle, then a stream, over the molecules’ tendency to form weak bonds with one another and gather in the large groups we call “drops” and “rivers.”

Throughout the book, however, Dawkins’ uses the language of what the gene wants, or that it is trying to survive – and that it can even be called “selfish.” From time to time he corrects the impression, clearly using it for illustrative purposes, but I found this to be a huge disservice to the whole idea of natural selection. Moreover, I did not find that it clarified things in the slightest, and could easily cause the reader to forget that there is no genetic goal, simply the path of greatest replication. Analogies are unavoidable when trying to explain the process, but some give a realistic impression, while others can cause great misunderstandings or outright confusion. Not to mention providing a grab-bag of quote-mining material for those who have an agenda to discredit evolution, something that Dawkins, of all people, should be aware of.

While this aspect of the book was far too prevalent, I don’t want it to detract from the rest, which is a solid and insightful examination of the process of selection. It’s easy to think that evolution is a binary live/die gamble, or even a reproduce/fail one, but there are numerous tiny divisions within, such as the efficiency in which an organism may operate – one that reproduces using less resources may spend less time foraging and thus have more time to reproduce, or one that avoids predators without taking the time to hide (camouflage) can gather more food. Thus the gene’s influence might be minuscule, but tiny improvements are better than none at all. Dawkins also examines what he calls the extended phenotype, or consider it the external phenotype if it helps: the ways in which an organism affects its environment or interacts with others. One of his examples is the caddisfly, which doesn’t grow a protective shell like many other species, but has the instinct to collect material and glue it together into an armored house. The glue produced, and the effort necessary, likely takes less resources than growing a shell would, especially if the species does not get sufficient calcium in its diet to extrude such a structure. The same may be said for hermit crabs, which take advantage of unused shells produced by other organisms and obtain significant protection from a simple behavioral trait and slightly specialized abdomens. Then there are the fascinating examples of symbiosis – two organisms operating to mutual benefit, such as large fish and various cleaner shrimp. The fish get rid of parasites by tolerating the attention of the shrimp, and the shrimp avoid being eaten by both those that they are cleaning and any smaller fish that wouldn’t venture within range of the larger. The key point within is that neither species plans this set of affairs, or even thinks about it – it came about because, of all the variations in behavior that may have ever popped up due to a gene’s affect on a developing brain, this one worked better.

Game theory wasn’t a well-known field of study when Dawkins added the chapter that examined one particular concept at length, usually called the “Prisoners’ Dilemma” (which I don’t want to write out here, so please use that link if you’re not familiar with it.) The idea is that a variation of the game could be applied towards evolution in selecting genes that produce behavioral traits – essentially, it is possible to model how natural selection will guide organisms towards social behavior, or parasitism, and so on. Despite the length of this section, however, there were three distinct things that I found missing. The first was that the ‘payoff’ always remained the same, never experimenting with, for instance, a much higher payoff for ‘selfish’ behavior, while it seems obvious that environmental variables would on occasion produce this. The second was that Dawkins never really translated the factors of the game into the actual process of selection – how would a gene ‘decide’ to be ‘selfish,’ and this reiterates the problem of analogies with intention. Moreover, the gene is not the thing that produces the variable, it is the variable, the ‘choice’ already made. To be more specific, the gene may duplicate faithfully, duplicate with an error, or be altered when combined with others during sexual reproduction – the resulting gene is the variable that may be selected for or against.

The third thing I found missing was that genes generally produce, not a behavior or overall ‘personality’ of the organism, but a response to a specific trigger – to use one of Dawkins’ examples, the urge for a parent bird to stuff food into a gaping mouth, and not always of its own progeny. This behavior being unspecific left an opening for a linked behavior in cuckoos, that of laying its eggs in the nests of other birds. The cuckoo is freed from child-rearing, the other bird is incapable of recognizing or resisting the usurper. It seems likely that a gene may arise among the other birds (individually among species of course,) allowing them to recognize interlopers, and thus their efforts will be put towards raising their own young – this gene could spread very rapidly, while the cuckoo might even go extinct. As I am fond of pointing out here, we humans also have specific behaviors with triggers, such as finding kittens cute. This does nothing whatsoever for our survival, but might be a niche that domestic cats have fallen into, finding an unspecific trait of ours that favors babies (of any species) and increasing their own survival and reproduction in the process. We can also be both selfish and cooperative; such traits are not overriding personalities, but responses to conditions – often in ways that don’t provide any distinct benefit. It doesn’t have to work to our benefit all of the time, just enough of the time to beat out the other gene variants that pop up in our population.

One of the few useful aspects of philosophy, as far as I’m concerned, is in the application of new perspectives and approaches to established (or even assumed) ideas, and Dawkins demonstrates that he’s a adherent of this aspect. Aside from the main concept of the book, and the ‘extended phenotype’ that he devoted another book to, Dawkins introduces (in a chapter added in 1989) the meme here. A meme is a coherent idea: a current fad, or George Washington’s ability to tell a lie, or indeed, captioning cat photos with inept phonetic grammar. What he proposes is that memes display a form of evolution in themselves, able to replicate throughout a culture and changing as they do so. Some die out quickly, some last for a long time; some change form drastically over the period of their ‘lives,’ and some remain almost entirely the same. Obviously, the ones that last have something that makes us want to repeat them, and so fit into a particular niche in the environment of our culture.

It’s an interesting analogy, but it remains only an analogy; memes are not an organism, even an abstract one, and have few if any properties in common. Here Dawkins’ reliance on language of intent and desire works to support the meme concept (and yes, “meme” is a meme itself, one that has evolved in a curious direction,) but consideration from a different perspective causes it all to fall flat. As I examined in another post, we are a species that forms coherent ideas about things, not just observing the world around us but extrapolating into properties, effects, and consequences; it is the very nature of what we consider abstract thought. And we’re not the only species to do so, as numerous experiments demonstrate, so the best we can say is that we possess this trait to a higher degree than we have been able to find in any other organism. Thus, memes are simply artifacts of our thinking processes, the ability to see (or create) patterns and, more importantly, the internal mechanism that makes us consider them important – sometimes they are, enough to make the trait useful, but not always. The survival of the “Obama is a muslim” meme doesn’t make it function in any way, it merely demonstrates that enough people want something to validate their petty prejudices, or are influenced by repetition, a side-effect of our social tendencies – “if this many others believe it, then I should too.” Memes might tell us something about how we conceive of them, or their evolution might present some insight into what we find appealing, but then again, it’s not like this is a new avenue of research. At best, they are a demonstration of how easy it is for our brains to latch onto inconsequential concepts.

One of the more interesting perspectives introduced, in another added chapter, was that of the biological bottleneck. Species that reproduce through a single cell (which is most of them, the zygote that undergoes cell division into a fully-developed offspring) are what translates the selfish gene into the optimized organism. If, for instance, an organism reproduced by dividing every one of its cells just once, in effect producing a clone of itself, no cell is necessarily related or linked to any other – any gene reproduction error (which is the key to genetic diversity) doesn’t replicate through the organism, and the cell becomes the hinge point of evolution. The reach of the gene is much shorter, the effect exponentially smaller. Speciation, however, would likely be far more diverse, if much slower. The “one copy” bottleneck means the genes must work in an environment of all others, and very likely produced the complex organisms we see all around us. Individual cell evolution is indeed visible, in the plethora of microbes that inhabit the planet, but these compete far more than they cooperate, and cohesiveness is nonexistent. It also serves to define the difference between ‘organism,’ where the affect of one gene can influence all others, and ‘environment,’ where individualism is the norm.

For someone unfamiliar with either evolution or genetics and wanting to remedy this, The Selfish Gene is not the choice to make. The book instead assumes a certain familiarity with at least the basics to introduce some new perspectives and details, and for those with prior knowledge, it provides some nicely detailed research, insights, and plenty of thought-provoking material. The deliberate language therein, as mentioned above, requires the constant mental reminder of it being illustrative, and translation into the actual selective process, something that the book could likely have done without. In addition, Dawkins is meticulous in many ways, and in establishing support for any aspect therein the writing can get slightly heavy – it is not a quick read, but a considered one, allowing time to absorb various details. In comparison to The God Delusion, this one doesn’t quite drive the title concept home as distinctly. It remains quite an interesting read, but doesn’t tie itself into a coherent whole as well as it might have.

In the opening of this review, I mentioned something about irony. Dawkins addressed the book towards a particular idea: that the previous concepts of the organism as the ‘currency’ of evolution was a mistaken assumption, and it was the gene that formed the real variable. Moreover, the gene could only ‘consider’ its own survival, and this singular, tiny point of selection provided everything that we see from living organisms. Yet, most genes survive only in the context of others, and reproduce only in the context of the organism, and rely themselves on the energy exchanges of biochemistry; the selfish gene perspective is a selective one in itself, requiring even the idea that a gene possesses any attitude. Like the gene that makes a cuckoo exploit the tendency in birds to feed any gaping mouth, they exist and survive only due to environmental factors; if birds were able/willing to differentiate their own young from interlopers, the gene to lay eggs in others’ nests would have died out immediately. In attempting to correct an assumption, Dawkins introduced one that stands correction itself. However, the book covers much more ground than its title premise, and saves itself because of that.

[Sniff] They grow up so fast!


You might remember the above image from a post earlier this year. It came from April, when several newly-hatched praying mantises, probably Chinese mantises (Tenodera aridifolia sinensis) were found to be inhabiting the azalea bushes that flanked our porch. I was, of course, delighted, because interesting subjects that are easy to find and convenient are exactly the reason I want to live somewhere on a small exotic south Pacific island someday. One with a fast internet connection. That’s not too much to ask, is it?

Anyway, that pic, while I’m quite proud of it, doesn’t show scale very well, which you can determine better from this one:


Over the weeks, I watched the mantises grow, and began being able to tell them apart. They switched places on the two bushes a couple of times, and gradually reduced in number. Some seemed to try out the nearby pampas grass, which has always been a popular resort, but two remained, one outpacing the other in growth. They each claimed territory of one of the bushes, which are about 2 meters apart. Then the larger (I’m fairly certain a female) switched bushes again, forcing the smaller to vacate – I found the smaller one in a couple of different places over the next few days, then that one vanished.

Most of the sightings, after several weeks, took place at night; I suspect the heat that we began reaching in the summer months had a lot to do with this. I might go for two weeks or so without sighting any, thinking that they’d moved on or become prey to something else, and then spot their re-emergence one night. The big female has been that way – as soon as I decided I needed to make this post, which required a certain photo, she disappeared for several days. I’m guessing she was molting, which they tended to do well inside the bush away from my eager camera.

So a few minutes ago (it’s 10:30 pm as I type this,) she reappeared, and I wasted no time in taking this shot, strictly for comparison. The Girlfriend, who sees them only about 10% of the times that I do, is always surprised to see how they’ve grown, but these images display it more distinctly I think.

I haven’t done a recent count, but I’m fairly certain I have a few hundred mantis images just from this year alone, from the convenient bushes, several other plants in the yard, and a few from the botanical garden. You have actually been spared from most, because I’m trying to mix up the posts and subjects a bit ;-)

If my guess is right, fairly soon this one’s abdomen will swell significantly and she’ll find a place for her egg sac, which will overwinter and hatch out in the spring. I found the one that she emerged from a few weeks after her hatching, not very deep in the azalea bush (and far too close to the line I’d pruned them back to in the winter,) so I’ll be checking carefully to try and find hers before next spring.

Meanwhile, on a set of flowers about 8 meters away, a much smaller one has been making itself at home, and serving as yet another photo subject. If you want to see some interesting detail, take a look here (you may have to click on it when it loads to see it at full resolution,) and realize that the eyes measure only 4.5mm across the outside – yes, I measured them.

Just a bit of trivia

The passing of Neil Armstrong the other day brought a flurry of articles and post featuring the same image, one that’s been featured literally uncountable times since 1969. You know the one that I mean…

Courtesy NASA
Those that are really into the space programs, especially the Apollos, know that this is usually misrepresented. This is not the first footprint on the moon. No, it’s not the first bootprint either (but you’re quick to catch that trick.) Nor is it even Armstrong’s. Armstrong’s first step was at the base of the ladder, and was obscured quickly by all the things that he and Buzz Aldrin were doing. As easy as it might be for us to step around a particular print at the base of a ladder to preserve that ‘first step,’ in the bulky and inflexible Extravehicular Mobility Units (what we tend to refer to as “spacesuits”,) it was hard enough for the lunar astronauts to even see where they were stepping, and not worth the extra effort.

The iconic print came from Aldrin, and it isn’t even a step per se. Aldrin purposefully found a bare spot and pressed his boot into it, then stepped back and photographed it to demonstrate what the surface was truly like. And that’s kind of interesting in itself. The rock of the lunar surface has been subjected to wide variations of temperature, a few hundred degrees Celsius between day and night, for millions of years, and the drastic expansion and contraction cracked, then pulverized the surface into dust – the technical term is regolith if you enjoy annoying your friends. And no, dust is not simply a euphemism; while many people (including the vapor-brained moon hoaxers) believe the surface is like sand or soil, it’s much finer than that, likened to the consistency of cocoa powder. That image demonstrates it nicely – nothing coarser would have preserved that print so distinctly.

And preserved it may be. With no atmosphere, no wind, no moisture, and nothing at all to disturb it, it may remain that way for quite a long time. It probably still looks exactly like that, despite being 43 years old, and may well continue for thousands of years – eventually, it will crumble under the slow shifting caused by the temperature, and perhaps by micrometeorite strikes. The typical meteors that we see on earth are often no larger than a grain of sand (just moving really damn fast,) and the moon has no atmosphere to slow or annihilate them, so there’s an infinitesimal chance that the print will get pocked by one over any given period of time. That is, of course, if it was not later obscured by other tracks after the photo was taken.

Courtesy NASA
The idea that the surface is like sand comes from the video footage of the astronauts (and later the rover) moving around on the surface. The dust they stir falls quickly, like it’s heavy, but that’s atmospherocentric bigotry; there’s no air to waft the dust around, so it simply drops. But examining some of the other images, or reading the various accounts, shows that the dust was actually a pain in the ass, getting into everything.

As the first lunar landings were planned, there was no small speculation that the surface would swallow the probes since the depth of the dust was unknown. But just like you don’t sink into the sand at the beach because it compresses and packs, the dust wasn’t the quicksand-like hazard that some scientists speculated was possible. Even the blast of the descending Lunar Excursion Module didn’t blow up much of it, but that was partially because it wasn’t a blast – the LEM had slowed significantly at higher altitudes, and (at 1/6 earth gravity anyway) almost drifted down to the surface, slower than parachutists on earth.

To photographers, that bootprint image at top says something else, too. Notice that it spans the entire light range, pure black in the shadows and pure white in the highlights. While a small portion of this may be due to the compressed dynamic range of computer displays, and might be a bit better on the original negative, most of it is due to the light conditions – this isn’t the result of crappy film. Everything looks lit by a spotlight because there’s no atmosphere to scatter and bounce light around, and the only things reflecting light at a different angle than direct sunlight are the low hills of the lunar landscape, and any nearby introduced stuff like equipment and pressure suits. Since regolith is actually mid-toned, pretty close to 18% grey, this isn’t even evidence of an exposure problem – the range of light levels is simply far wider than film can capture.

By the way, if you want to see more images of any part of our space program, they’re readily available online, and considered public domain since NASA is a government agency – they even provide very high resolution versions. I don’t use the word “hero” lightly, since I think it should denote activities of remarkable altruism and it’s hard for me to consider the space program that way, but I have a tremendous amount of respect (the real meaning of that word) for everyone involved who contributed to these accomplishments.

And besides, it was Buzz who socked Bart Sibrel in the puss…