Why you like that?

Seriously, what is it with anoles and their sleeping positions?

Carolina anole Anolis carolinensis asleep across top hanger of porch lamp
This is far from the first time finding one here, but the position was so perfect this particular evening.

Carolina anole Anolis carolinensis asleep across top hanger of porch lamp
Look at those toes. Though you’d think that getting, you know, on top would be more comfortable and less likely to fall off, but then you wouldn’t be thinking like an anole. At the very least, I can credit this one for picking a position that gets just about the earliest sunlight in the morning – it would probably be better up on top of the chimney that it’s right alongside, but perhaps harder to claim as its own.

And then there’s this one:

Carolina anole Anolis carolinensis asleep across loop of decorative ironwork
This is within the shed, which the anoles strive to get into for whatever reason, though we’re not sure they know how to find their way out again so we’re constantly ushering them outside, and that can become quite a rodeo at times. Again, you’d think that even if it insisted on this iron rack as a bed, it could have found a more comfortable position, such as on the horizontal bar right behind it. Do anoles like sinus headaches? Is this how they show off for the anolettes? Maybe this is the safest position when you discover those late-night flies didn’t agree with your little tummy? And should I find some scrollwork with a tighter loop to see if I can coax one into a complete circle?

The next one isn’t quite as awkward, but infinitely more threatening.

Carolina anole Anolis carolinensis snoozing vertically on bamboo plant support
Not clutching a makeshift cannon, or at least I don’t think it was, but this was just sleeping vertically on a bamboo support pole for one of the young Japanese maples; had it not awoken as I leaned it to focus, it would have looked less threatening.

These were all from one warm night, and it’s turned quite chilly again, so maybe we won’t be seeing quite as many from here on out. Okay, listen, I promise, no more anoles for at least another week, okay? Sheesh

Living in the past XIV

I threatened to do this, and it was not a mere bluff – I’m going through with it, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.

[Well, there probably is, but let’s not go there…]

contrast and selective focus
We’re back to revisiting some of the images from years past that I particularly liked, and this one certainly counts – dating from 2014, it’s been a part of a gallery show, and resides on the main site, and has even been converted to monochrome. Moreover, the effort in achieving it was minimal – I think I had to be in a slightly awkward position to get it, but it was right outside the door one cool and humid morning and the light was right. ‘Course, knowing that it might look great with extremely short depth-of-field was all skill, baby…

Actually, I recognized the potential, but the result exceeded my expectations – not exactly a happy accident, just a nice bonus. Of course it deserves to be seen again.

Here’s why, part 6: Psychic abilities

This is a rather broad topic with no real consensus on what it includes, so it’s likely that anyone could either fault me for not covering something, or accuse me of lumping disparate concepts together. Overall, however, the same factors will apply to most or all of them, so let’s dive into, “Why doesn’t science take psychic powers seriously?”

The short answer is, such things have been tested repeatedly and extensively, and have come up sadly lacking in any actual impact. There are two key factors in such tests, however, which are double-blind testing and functionally-defined results. We’ll do these one at a time.

Double-blind testing is a common method of determining results of tests that can be influenced too easily by human perception and/or desired results. It’s been used in testing medicines, in that even the doctors prescribing the medications don’t know whether they’re issuing the actual medicine or an inert substance, and the patients don’t know the same; only those tabulating the results have access to the guide that reveals the truth. In this way, the subjectivity of either patients or doctors in evaluating the results is reduced to a minimum. With psychic powers, this method is often used by refusing to reveal what, for instance, the actual cards have on them that the test subject is attempting to guess, or even that the proctor of the tests doesn’t even know what they’re trying to find. Without this, the possibility arises that someone who wants to believe in psychic powers can interpret the results with bias, or even influence this – which leads to the second bit.

Functionally-defined results refers to an unambiguous and distinct set of goals, with little room for creative interpretation or ‘close’ results. One example that comes to mind is a test subject, asked to determine the target held in the mind of another subject, naming a ‘parade’ when the target subject was, ‘July 4th.’ There are a lot of reasons for a parade, and July 4th doesn’t rank as one of the more prevalent examples of such, but more to the point, where’s the value in having a perhaps-close-but-not-very-specific answer when resorting to psychic abilities? If I can’t remember ‘July 4th’ in conversation and say instead, “You know, parade day,” how many guesses would anyone have to provide to get it correct? And if I fail to confirm any answer, what then?

[A small side note that came from some of my researching on the topic: useful scientific results aren’t demonstrated just by the publication of a paper – initial results can easily overturned, papers retracted, to say nothing of the ‘pay to publish’ journals that exist. Confidence comes from peer-review, and especially replication; can someone duplicate the results with the same conditions and standards? This reflects the bit above regarding bias in researchers. Always look for review and replication before putting any confidence in any scientific studies.]

Other factors come into play, such as leading the test subject, usually unconsciously, sometimes not so much. The classic case of Clever Hans, many decades ago, revealed that a horse that could supposedly do advanced arithmetic was actually only reading the subtle physical cues of the owner and those running the tests – a horse, mind you. Unable to see the person posing the math problems, or worse, presented with problems that the person did not know the answer to, produced a sudden case of typical horse intelligence. Anyone experienced at reading the body language, the “tells,” of someone running the test can produce results well above random chance, especially when such tests often have very narrow choices that are already known to both. Inexperienced testers often inadvertently help the testees along, by answering questions that they shouldn’t or prompting for more details only at key times.

This of course leads to cold-reading, an extremely well-known, and well-understood, tool of countless public psychics. The field is broad with a lot of aspects and I would encourage anyone to look into it deeper if they want a full treatment, but in essence it is a method of allowing those seeking answers to actually provide them to the psychic. For instance, the psychic may ask if someone in the room knows someone whose name begins with “J.” A moment’s thought reveals this doesn’t narrow things down very far – we all know someone, usually in our immediate family, whose name starts with “J.” With a positive answer from an eager audience member, already primed to believe, the psychic then begins to narrow things down by guessing at names: James, John, Jack, Jerry, and so on, with the audience member virtually always confirming it when the psychic finds a match among these ridiculously common names. Once the reader has a ‘match,’ they can then proceed with providing vague, feelgood assurances that the recipient and audience somehow never notice is nonetheless more specific than “a name that begins with ‘J’.”

But with the common tricks of the psychic out of the way, let’s talk about the issues from the scientific side:

Somehow, the psychic lacks knowledge of matters that could be truly informative, lucrative, or life-saving. Any true psychic could make millions with no effort simply on the stock market, no clients necessary. They also would be remarkably invaluable when it comes to warnings about natural disasters or violent attacks – it’s actually hard to imagine that such abilities wouldn’t be utilized in thousands of ways in thousands of different functions, military and law enforcement being the prime candidates. And while it’s true that some psychics do occasionally offer their services to local police to help locate a missing person, it’s also quite easy to see how infrequently this has the slightest effect – not to mention that their input before the person went missing would have been hundreds of times more useful.

Psychic predictions demonstrate causality. This is a big one, because at the barest minimum it suggests that events are, for want of a better word, ‘planned.’ Whether this is through the determinism of physics or the will of some god(s), it’s still a earth-shattering thing to know about our universe. And it also raises the biggest issue with causality: is this fixed or is this changeable? Science fiction writers have examined the ramifications of this ad nauseum, including the number of flaws, but somehow this is glossed over entirely by psychics. I mean, forget which goddamn card I’m holding up – which treatment is going to be effective for my cancer? Shit, when’s the best time to travel this holiday? Where and when are the criminals going to strike next? C’mon, Aunt Agnes, let us know something important.

Moreover, how, exactly, are these future events recorded, and thus able to be read/sensed/divined/whatever? Videotape? Clay tablets? Radio transmissions? The implication is that events that have not even come to pass somehow emanate something detectable and specific, able to be discerned among the literally infinite events that the future holds. That sounds like a damn noisy environment. And what about the past? Do these records fade when they happen or something, because I have yet to see a psychic clarifying all those sketchy details about past historic events.

Communicating with the dead proves an afterlife, but who cares about who’s at peace there? Religion is one of the biggest contentions on the globe, and has been for centuries. Let’s have some solid answers about all this. Which religion is correct, and what can we expect after we die? How are you sensing anything without physical sensory organs, and what are the parameters? How boring is it? Have you talked to the folks in charge, and if so, what do they say? Seriously.

[I’ve already tackled the idea of non-corporeal souls earlier, so go there for a more in-depth treatment.]

The physics isn’t kind. [I know, switching back and forth so often between ‘psychics’ and ‘physics’ is cruel, and I’m one of those that can miss the distinction from reading too fast.] Brains are simple fats and proteins and a lot of water, and the energy with which they operate is remarkably tiny; this is the source of the ‘green jello’ problem with electro-encephalograms. Yet somehow, they can both send and receive distinct patterns of ‘thought’ across vast distances including, apparently, from brains that are no longer operational – that’s how psychics are supposed to find dead bodies, right? I mean, even if they ‘see’ them they have to know where to look in the first place? Yeah. But if this were indeed the case, the entire environment would be absolutely jam-packed with the emanating thoughts of everyone else in the detectable radius, and we’re all familiar with how rapidly thoughts progress and vary – to call this ‘noise’ would be a vast understatement.

We have the senses that we do because they’re what won the evolutionary lottery. And certainly, being able to sense the intentions of any living being in the immediate vicinity could be extremely useful – but the vast majority of us don’t have that, do we? Even if psychics are a genetic mutation, it would imply that they could come to virtually no harm whatsoever. Weakly supportable, perhaps, for the living psychics, not so much for the dead ones, but note that this should also prevent simple accidents and injuries, ‘bad luck’ and crummy days, and of course, all of the negative press that’s ever received. Any time a psychic makes an incorrect prediction – more on this in a second – they should have already known it was incorrect and how bad the repercussions would be, and avoided all that entirely. Yeah.

There’s this thing called ‘confirmation bias.’ The internet has not been kind to psychics. Before, someone would have to root through newspaper archives and perhaps even tapes of morning talk shows to find the various predictions that psychics made that were dead wrong, but now finding such things is easy. And such mistakes are plentiful – it’s almost as if psychics ascribe to the idea that if you throw enough shit at the wall, some of it will stick. Those sticky bits are the ones that are referred to as evidence of the psychic’s prowess, somehow ignoring all of the stuff that they should have known was wrong in the first place. Anyone can be right 100% of the time with such methods, but the real world (and especially the scientific community) takes into account all of it – no cherry-picking. When these are counted, the amazing results fade very quickly.

Oh, the excuses. One could disprove psychic ability just by listing all of the excuses for incorrect predictions and failures to operate, and realizing that there is no pattern, rhyme, nor reason to them. Again, why didn’t you see that ‘negative energy’ coming? Even if you can’t play the market because ‘your powers can only be used to help people’ (and who told you that?), we’re still looking at a lot of disasters and terrible events that were missed entirely, when they should have had a remarkable impact on that pre-recording of events. Even if we consider that such powers or properties are sporadic and capricious, this means that they have exceptionally little use to anyone.

If you look, you’ll also notice that the caveat, “For entertainment purposes only,” appears an awful lot in regards to published psychics (and astrology, and so on.) It would appear that a lot of psychics attest to their remarkable abilities, but not to the point where they’ll legally stand behind them. No guarantees, no money back, let the buyer beware, you were the sucker that bought into it.

But what about the police using psychics? A legitimate question, but one with a lot of baggage. ‘The police’ is/are not a single entity, but a collection of law enforcement agencies for individual districts, guided by individual officials. The vast majority have nothing whatsoever to do with psychics, and I have yet to come across any that routinely utilizes such. Psychics often volunteer their services in high-profile cases, with often terrible results, and officers that don’t automatically dismiss them are considered to have some confidence in their abilities – you see the flaw in thinking here. On occasion, police departments let the psychics do their thing from a) there being no harm in it (they’re not being charged for the services,) and b) they may get accused of not using ‘all available resources’ when trying to find a missing person or something. And one more, that’s come up more than a couple of times: so-called ‘psychic information’ is occasionally from someone who actually knows something about the case, such as a witness or relative thereof, but wishes not to testify or be named. It’s more prudent to pay attention to such ‘readings’ on the chance that this may be the case, than to dismiss them regardless of how badly psychic powers have been proven.

[There was a prominent missing person case where I used to live in central NY, and a psychic popped up with information – the details were incredibly vague of course, mostly attesting that the body could be found “near water,” which it actually was. But not for many years, because depending on your definition of “near,” this applies to the entire state and indeed everywhere in the country that’s not actually a fucking desert. It should also be noted that the missing woman’s purse and driver’s license had already been found within a park bordering the major lake, which had been reported in the news so, yeah, wild shot in the dark there. The body was only discovered by accident, as I said, many years later.]

People believe what they want to believe. This is how psychics still abound, because far too many people want to believe in mystical powers and properties, and listen uncritically to the accounts. They go on the defensive the instant that anyone raises the slightest question, and never, ever raise any questions themselves. Any positive aspect is grasped lovingly, any negative aspect is ignored. The biggest issue with this is, naturally, that anyone who recognizes this kind of behavior and has no scruples can exploit it easily – and routinely do. It must be said here: it takes a special brand of shithead to twist the emotions of the grieving for personal gain.

Moreover, such beliefs contribute to the too-prevalent distrust of science – the old, “Science can’t explain this,” and, “We don’t know everything,” which is true, but doesn’t actually increase the probability of any given concept in any manner. Those who spout such weak little proverbs may be prone to dismissing intelligent evaluations regardless, for myriad reasons, but the number of people who profess to have some kind of extra-special mystical powers, as well as the number who want to believe them, contribute to the idea that ‘there must be something to it’ – while the solid results that we should reasonably expect if there were remain elusive still.

Note, too, that it hardly requires recognition or testing from the scientific community, however you might define that, to establish the usefulness of psychic powers – anyone with such should be quite capable of making their own amazing progress in the world, at a distinct advantage over everyone that lacks it. Doctors didn’t need the investigations or recognition of priests, shamans, or really anyone to actually start healing people.

Or, you know, we could simply ask ourselves where the phrase, “parlor tricks” originated…

Profiles of Nature 47

Yes, it’s another Profiles, perfectly timed to ruin your holiday! Why count on family to do that? Sometimes they disappoint us by failing to disappoint us. That’s why we’re here; like Andy Kaufman, we never fail to bring the pathetic and painful misunderstanding of what humor is!

chimpanzee Pan troglodyte Massimiliano critically examining photographic technique
This week we have Massimiliano (the one on the right,) who’s not a model per se, or per anybody, really, but instead a director of photography, here displaying his disdain over a fan engaging in ‘chimping’ – don’t ask us why we relate to this so much. Massimiliano (his friends call him “Yano,” or at least he thinks they do,) is one of those pompous photographers, quick to talk about the techniques of the masters and offer derision to anyone who uses on-camera flash, but then again, he often indulges in that shaky ‘found footage’ method and thinks shooting on an iPhone is avant garde (and even uses the phrase “avant garde,” and you can hear the italics.) He spends more on camera equipment than most people do on streaming services, which makes for a damn expensive set of cookie cutters – there’s so much matte black in his ‘studio’ that it has an event horizon. When the photos taken with his Leicas don’t garner acclaim, he puts this down to Philistines that cannot appreciate yet another B&W photo of a woman smoking in a darkened café – he thinks ‘trite’ is a beverage. Massimiliano has no plans for retirement, reckoning that all of the most appreciated artists died penniless, so he’s looking forward to cat food. Nonetheless, he secretly dreams about finding a way to make selling out seem ironic or edgy, and hopes that someday, someone will insist on giving him lots of money for his creations, forcing him to acquiesce to remain polite, though there have been no signs of this being imminent (receiving large sums of money or his being polite.) He likes to pepper his conversations with phrases like, “As balky as an Arriflex,” but no one ever bites. Massimiliano’s favorite aroma that exists only in candles is sandalwood.

Join us next week because now it’s just a challenge to see where the actual limits are – of what, we won’t say.

On this date 48

unidentified shield bug in extreme closeup
As the harddrive woes continue, with even less progress than reported last time (yes, I backslid a bit – don’t ask,) we still have our weekly post of photos taken on this very date in years past, sure to engender those warm fuzzy feelings, especially with subjects like this. Last week opened with an image taken while visiting North Carolina in 2003, and this one is the same, the tail-end of the same trip. I was experimenting freely and had attached an Olympus 50mm f1.2 lens backwards onto the fixed lens of the Sony F-717, which when zoomed out to ‘telephoto’ lengths (i.e., notably longer than a ‘normal’ view) would produce some serious macro magnification – albeit with some serious shortcomings too, like the egregious distortion seen around the edges. I haven’t bothered to identify this variety of shield bug/stinkbug, but this was among the first images where I was doing compound eye detail. A few months later on in Florida, same camera and lens setup, I expanded on this a little (a lot.)

And then, nothing at all on this date until 2008.

Cooper's hawk Accipiter cooperii looking chagrined
While working for a wildlife center, we had an outdoor cage for acclimating rehabilitated birds to the outdoors pending release (back when the place actually maintained a rehab program before the idiotic director shitcanned it,) and this Cooper’s hawk (Accipiter cooperii) believed it was getting an easy meal. Accipiters are bird eaters, and the dove we had in the cage was a sitting duck, as it were – except that the hawk hadn’t really registered the wire cage sides. After bouncing off of this abruptly right as it should by all rights have been seizing a slow fat dove in its talons, the hawk retired to an overhanging branch and debriefed itself on what went wrong, giving me a little time to get the camera out. While a few other frames are sharper, I chose this one for the blurred tail, evidence of the hawk settling its feathers, yet giving me the distinct impression of fidgeting in frustration as it peered down at the cage and the unfazed dove. Of course that’s because I was there and witnessing the drama; a viewer seeing this image without exposition is more likely to feel the hawk just spotted its favorite chew toy.

Another four years passes in a flash.

unidentified lady beetle Coccinellidae restrained with petroleum jelly on toothpick and exuding defensive hemolymph
No fartistic merit in this one – this is strictly illustrative, and I took a buttload of frames for the details. I’ve said before, 2012 was a banner year for arthropod photos, and this is some of the reason why: I was illustrating as much as I could of the subjects that I was finding. When studying anything biological, you come across the term aposematic coloration fairly quickly, the bright hues and distinctive contrast that makes a species recognizable and memorable, and this is almost always coupled with some kind of defensive mechanism (or on occasion, to mimic another species that has such.) The bright-orange-with-spots traits of the various lady beetles (Coccinellidae) are no exception, but I had to research whether this actually was aposematic coloration, because I’d never heard of nor encountered any such defense. But it’s visible here, and what I was illustrating: lady beetles can exude their own blood (technically hemolymph) from their joints, and apparently this is pretty distasteful stuff. That’s the yellow blog you see here to the left, out on the end of a foreleg and at the tip of the lady beetle’s mouthparts; the harsher lighting (before I was using the softboxes) and the odd angle make the details a little hard to discern, but if it helps, there’s a white triangle on the beetle’s head with a compound eye shining just below it. Since they never seemed to use this defensive action when I was handling them, I got to see it when doing underside detail with the method of putting a small blob of petroleum jelly on the tip of a toothpick and touching this to the beetle’s back (elytra, the wing covers.) This effectively and harmlessly restrained the beetle while allowing me to photograph the underside, and it showed its displeasure by squeezing out some hemolymph for me. And actually, this is showing a curious action that macro video would have illustrated better: when the blood-squirting wasn’t working, the beetle began mouthing the drops, which turned darker and more viscous and eventually fell off, no longer sticky. What, exactly, happened I have yet to determine – mostly because I forget all about such things until I find the photos again.

But never mind that. What does 2013 hold?

dired basil flowers against sky
Not much, actually; the only photos I shot were of these dried basil flowers. We’d had a huge crop of sweet basil, all grown in the garden from a single seed packet, that had been used all summer long for sandwiches and soups and our own pesto, and in the fall I did a few photos of the dried flowers before harvesting them for their seeds, which are remarkably aromatic (but only reminiscent of basil leaves themselves.) These were dutifully planted at the new house the next spring, and produced not one single plant; perhaps we had a hybrid variety or something. Maybe the bees at the old house sucked. Whatever – seed packets are cheap, and while I’ve had very mixed luck with a lot of them, basil seems to be dependable, and we like it, so it’s a regular planting here, and appears in enough of my photos too. I was hoping to actually see the seeds within from this angle, with the help of the flash, but failed. So I have a handful of dried basil flower photos in my stock for anyone that needs them. Spread the word.

It’s more important as you get older

I feel bad about posting this a little later in the day – normally I’m on top of things like this, I guess it slipped my mind – but today begins a holiday week, which is Respect Your Elders Week. Yes, all week, until Monday December 2nd, we are required to be respectful, kind, and obedient to those who are older, wiser, and more patient than we are. Not that anyone should need to be told this, really, but this is a reminder for those who tend to lose sight of, you know, the big picture, or fail to properly appreciate the help that we’ve received over the years. At the very least, we should be canning the snark for a bit.

Oh, and while we’re here, be sure to wish Mr Bugg a happy birthday! He’s only a hair over half my age, now.

Take that, younger Al!

I was thinking that the crescent moon was going to be bigger than it actually was this morning, so I checked with Stellarium and my sunrise/moonrise app to see when it would appear, knowing that it would be early morning close to sunrise and the sky should be perfectly clear. “Perfectly” is naturally imperfect, by nature – while we may not see distinct and visible clouds, there remains atmospheric humidity and distortion, the more so the lower we see something in the sky because we’re looking at a flatter angle through the sphere of air that surrounds the planet, so a greater thickness of it. And yet, with the help of my compass app (just burning the hell out of the ol’ smutphone,) I located it, and snagged a few pics.

very thin crescent moon, 28 hours from new
Not a lot to see, and might perhaps have been sharper, but there was no way autofocus would have even found this in the frame, so I was focusing manually on a little sliver. Then again, atmospheric haze so low on the horizon (this was only up 10°) might have prevented anything sharper anyway. The smudges to the right, by the way, are the branches of a tree in the foreground.

So I checked after editing the photo, and found that I captured this just 28 hours ahead of new moon, when the sun would be completely behind it and thus not illuminating the side we can see at all. I was curious, remembering that I’d attempted this once before, and went looking: actually, the previous attempt was 70 hours ahead of new, so I handily trashed that personal record. Go older me!

For giggles, I may try again in a couple of hours, when the sun is fully up (it had not quite risen when I got this one,) and see what I can see. I’m not holding my breath, because glare is going to be a serious issue, but it might be interesting. If something turns up, you’ll be seeing it here of course.

No, I wasn’t talking about you, Buggato ;-)

Just because, part 25: the lead in

backlit water lily with reflection
The two images here both (perhaps obviously) came from the same outing, a student session, but are the inspiration for a composition post soon to appear. Sometimes it takes a little effort to separate ourselves from the concepts we hold of our surroundings to see what’s actually right in front of us. The image above is more subtle than the one below, but both made use of the flower’s own reflection as an element in the frame; below, it is probably even more distinct than the flower itself, despite the brightness of the colors. Both were casual shots, but if I really wanted to do high art, at least I should have picked those distracting bits out of the water and done some slight tweaks in positioning. Of course, if I was really into art, I wouldn’t tell you how the images could be better…

pond lily on long stalk with curved reflection