Work in progress, be patient

red sunset over Cayuga Lake, New York between trees
I mentioned, just over a week ago, coming back from a trip, and that I’d be following up on that clue as to where. So before I continue, I offer the above photo as another clue, to let you guess again (or stick with your original answer.)

All set? Want to examine the photo for more details? Those aren’t palms, so despite the impression, there’s no actual indication that it was semi-tropical. Except for the spoonbill, because I’ve only ever seen them in Florida.

Except for now.

Enough stalling. The trip had been up to central New York, the exact same location as the previous trip – you probably figured that out from the casual remark in the previous post. The first trip had been to visit family, especially my dad on Father’s Day, because that trip had been delayed a year. The second… was to attend his funeral. Within about a week of my return, he’d started crashing, and we discovered that he had advanced color cancer, and so he passed on the 7th. He was 91, and had soldiered through numerous issues including a stroke, two different C-Diff infections (nasty, those,) a few UTIs, and freaking COVID, so, unexpected, this was not. I’m glad I got the chance to visit, and some may say that he held on until then, or he himself might have said that he made sure that wasn’t going to happen again (trust me, that was his sense of humor, and not something I’d take offense at.) No real regrets.

This, by the way, was the third family member to pass during the run of this blog – I just don’t talk about those things, especially when I find typical funerals to be fucking annoying, and while others may use such platforms to hash out their problems, issues, and feelings, that’s not me, and not the purpose. Enough said.

I have countless photos and video clips from both trips, and I’m getting to them – I just spent about two hours figuring out how to run sequences in slow-motion and getting them lined up, so hopefully at least one will be along soon. I’m also trying to catch up to mental goals of posting numbers, which is stupid, but still better than social media.

So the sunset above was once again over Cayuga Lake, at the Gatsby mansion, which the owners were again very kind to let us stay within – this time The Girlfriend got to see the place firsthand, and she’s enamored of it. So many thanks, again and always, to John, Jay, and Jim. The wildlife on the grounds and in the immediate area was performing much more readily this year – we’re getting to that quickly. And yes, the roseate spoonbill was there in central New York – how and why, I cannot say, since this is way outside of their typical range of southern Florida, and my Sibley Guide doesn’t even show any sporadic appearances in New York at all; again, Hurricane/Tropical Storm Elsa might have something to do with it.

I close, for now, with an image that was entirely intentional, and not due to any wandering autofocus, but instead a carefully composed artistic abstract and exactly the way I intended it to look. Really.

American goldfinch Spinus tristis well out of focus behind reeds, Montezuma National Wildlife Refuge, New York
Lots more, coming soon.

Just so you know you missed them

In a few days at the end of the month, both the southern delta Aquariids and the alpha Capricornids (both meteor showers, and that’s apparently the way you should capitalize them) will be peaking, though I really should have told you about this earlier, because now the moon will be still a bit bright and visibility thus greatly reduced for all but the brightest meteors – both were ‘active’ for the past couple of weeks and will remain so until mid-August-ish. This means that you have lots of chances of missing them, and can blame it on numerous factors.

Funny – early morning on the 15th, both The Girlfriend and I looked up at the clear skies above central New York, seeing both the Milky Way and small patches of cloud that were about identical, and a meteor streaked right through my line of sight (not hers, though,) reminding me of how good the visibility is up there. I used to see them very frequently, even during non-peak periods, while out walking at nights when I lived there, far more frequently than here even when I was out specifically during peaks to view meteors. Did I see a southern delta Aquariid, or an alpha Capricornid, or one totally unrelated to either? I don’t think there’s a way to tell, or even a reason, to be honest – the goal is to see a momentary streak of light, or preferably a huge trail with particles splitting off and residual airglow for some minutes afterward – who cares what the origin is? I’d be happy with a few satellites colliding during re-entry.

Speaking of that, there’s enough damn satellites (the manmade ones) up there now that avoiding them in time exposures is next to impossible; the last six or more meteors that I thought I’d captured were all demonstrably satellites, so, don’t get excited with streaks across your frame anymore. What we should be pursuing now is the rare, brilliant bolides that light up the sky. I’ve only seen them a handful of times, even during the spectacular 2001 Leonids, so it will take more effort and luck than even lightning.

But, you can’t miss them entirely unless you’re actually trying – otherwise it’s just, “Oh, yeah, there was a meteor shower last week, wasn’t there?” That doesn’t count. So get out there and stare fruitlessly at the skies, and then stare at the resulting exposures and compare the frames before and after to see if there’s a continued trail (meaning goddamn satellite.) Only then can you take pride in the failure, or something.

Of course, if you do actually photograph a brilliant example, you’ve failed at failing, and you might take some pride in that (and the resulting image,) but rest assured that I won’t think better of you.

Evidence

I’m used to looking out at the greenhouse and seeing strange trails through the condensation that forms on the inner surfaces of the ‘glass’ (not really glass,) because the leopard snails have a tendency to creep inside and then cruise about the interior. But this morning, the tracks were a bit different.

tracks of treefrog through condensation on interior of greenhouse panels
Definitely not a snail there, but it only took a moment to determine what it was. If it helps, we’ll go in for a more specific look.

impression of treefrog in condensationThere’s actually an impression/outline of the body in there, as well as some outlying limbs, especially at upper right with the widespread toes. This is, of course, evidence of a treefrog having gotten inside during the night.

I made an examination of the walls and plants within in an attempt to locate it, because I know they’re notorious about forgetting how they got into some enclosure; several have died on our screened porch from just this habit. My search turned up nothing, though I knew it would be hiding during the day, and so I bided my time until tonight, when I recommenced the exam well after dark. That was a brief search, because the culprit, a green treefrog, was splayed out on the glass in plain sight immediately upon entering. I removed it to a safe location, getting thoroughly urinated on in the process, but know I’ll have to do this semi-routinely (the search I mean,) since this is the second frog found within. But at least this one left some cool tracks.

New York: The… somethings…

It’s been a while getting to this point, because I had to shoot some video for it, which took even longer because I had to reshoot one of the clips when it turned out badly, and then of course all the editing and voiceover hoohah that goes along with it.

Anyway, what we’re talking about today are fossils. On the trip up to central New York last month, I got the chance to revisit a fossil field not too far away and collected a nice pile of them, effortlessly, really. I took this opportunity because I’m fascinated with fossils, and there is virtually no chance of finding any within a few hundred kilometers of Walkabout Studios in NC, due to the geology: what exists here is ancient seabed, remarkably far underground, and the only way to find the fossil-bearing layers is to be within a deep quarry. But the Finger Lakes region of NY is a different matter, and while the fossils there are old (waaaayyyy before dinosaurs of any kind, way before any land animals,) they’ve been exposed by the glacial activity that made the lakes themselves. This does mean that they’re mostly very peculiar looking and unrecognizable unless you’ve studied those periods of time, which I haven’t, so relying on me to explain just what you’re seeing is foolish. But let’s start with the video.


And now, some closeups of a few of those, and others, for some real detail:

unidentified fossils from NY
The hockey-puck-like critters are fairly common, but this is the first I’ve seen where the radial detail is so well-defined. I really should do a bunch of research to tell you what these are, but I’m lazy.

unidentified fossils from NY
Can’t even speculate on these, but the color difference is marked. Also, look to the upper right, and you’ll see the edge of a preserved shell again, the whitish portion bordering the cream-colored arc.

unidentified fossils from NY
While small, the relief and defined edges on this one is remarkable, almost appearing sharp enough to cut someone. It speaks to how fine the sediment was. The lines of the mat underneath are half-inch blocks, so about 12mm apart.

unidentified fossils from NY
A closer look at the maybe-trilobite seen in the video, to the left, with lots of company. Resist the urge to spell it, “trilobyte” – I know I have to constantly remind myself.

unidentified fossils, with a pair of trilobites, from NY
Now this is definitely a pair of trilobites, in the center, with some classic-looking shells and a hockey puck. Not big, of course, hardly anything to show off, but distinct nonetheless. That’s a millimeter scale, so roughly 5mm in length.

unidentified fossils from central New York
Again, some recognizable shellfish and, what, some vegetation? Really cool textures, anyway.

I remarked before about the longevity of the scallop shape, trivially changed over a period of 400 million years. If it works, it works, even though our egotistic perspective would usually consider them, “primitive.” Less than 10 million years ago, we were 1/3 our present size and tree-dwellers, and 65 million years ago, close to rats in shape. Hoity-toity.

unidentified fossils from central New York
Again, not very big, but the fine detail preserved within those grooves is astounding, requiring high magnification to appreciate. I may revisit this one later on.

unidentified fossils from central New York
A snake? Not at all, though something wormlike cannot be ruled out, but I’m leaning towards vegetation, myself. A few millimeters in width, length tops out at maybe 50.

unidentified fossil, likeyl a leaf, from central New York
A better look at one from the video, almost certainly a leaf, but again, the detail is impressive, and you can see how it disappears under the rock and reappears. Yes, one day I’ll try to remove that, but unlike much of the rest, this bit seems solid and unyielding.

All of those were from one specific area on the edge of Skaneateles Lake, a few kilometers from Carpenters Falls – down North Glen Haven Road/Rt 66A, if you want to know, and to the best of my knowledge it’s a right-of-way and not someone’s property, but don’t quote me on that. There was evidence of others doing the same fossil-hunting there, anyway. But two lakes and thirty-some kilometers west at Cayuga Lake, at the Gatsby mansion where I was staying (because you know the income from nature photography demands only the finest accommodations,) some old walls, made of stone quarried only a few hundred meters away right on the lake shore, showed their own collection of fossils, though mostly nondescript shellfish; this time I did some scale shots.

quarried stone showing plethora of fossils, alongside Cayuga Lake, NY
This stuff was not about to be broken apart by hand, as the quarried edges imply, but at the same time, nothing appeared interesting enough to even make the attempt. A few kilometers north of here, on the farm where I grew up, we had a retaining wall with a similar such rock, deeply embedded with shells and impressions, and no way to separate a specimen that could be lifted, much less pocketed.

quarried stone showing plethora of fossils, alongside Cayuga Lake, NY
I’m going to cheat a little, because as I said, we never hiked to a good vantage of Carpenters Falls this time, so here’s a photo from 2009 to illustrate something.

Carpenters Falls on Skaneateles Lake, NY, with people for scale
As you can see, the entire region is largely slate, layers upon layers of sediment built up over millions of years, but only very select portions seem to bear any fossils at all. The conditions have to be just right, oxygen-free mud or ash or whatever and a serious accumulation of it all at once, else the dead organisms simply decompose or are scavenged. But when there are fossils, there tends to be millions of them all together. The spot seen in the video is some 20 meters lower in elevation than the bottom of the falls, and my brother has remarked that he’s never found any fossils around the base of these falls, implying that fossil-bearing layers in this visible, broad timeline of sedimentary deposition are few, if not nonexistent. Odd, but that’s the way it goes.

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A few, largely unrelated notes. In the video, you’ll hear a distinct difference in quality and timbre between the narration recorded after the fact with the proper podcasting microphone, and the stuff recorded on the fly with the mic built into the camera body – I probably should have at least donned a lapel mic, but oh well.

The rig was worthy of some illustrations, too, especially for the reshoot, since the first clip had focus issues – the range of sharp focus was short, and I wasn’t very good at keeping the rocks I was handling within that range. For the reshoot, I had the external monitor attached and supported in front of me, so while my hands were pointing out details, my head was bent down with my eye up to the magnifying viewfinder eyecup half of the time. Camera on the tripod with the lateral arm extended for a near-vertical perspective (one leg up on the desk itself right alongside my keyboard,) two lamps, and my arms snaking amongst it all to be in front of the camera.

Oh, and Monster decided she wanted to hang out, but in clearing the space for shooting video, I’d covered over her main desktop bed (there are two beds on my desk for the cats, because they insist) – so she’d stretched out just beyond the video setting, above the mat, and was fast asleep during the shoot, just outside the view of the camera. I kind of expected her to interrupt the video, but she behaved herself very nicely.

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hamadryas baboon Papio hamadryas Prudence being a typically immodest simian
Yes, we’ve passed the halfway mark, but there’s still a lot more to go and no sign that actual humor might make the briefest appearance, much like Jimmy Fallon and just as unashamed and oblivious. This week we see Prudence in the profile pic for her OnlyFannies account, and you can interpret that in the American or British way – doesn’t matter, both accurate. Most people speculate that her name is what prompted her to enter into this line of work, that whole armchair psychology thing since the phrase “daddy issues” is becoming passé, while others speculate on the origin of the word “speculate” and wonder if it was really necessary to use it with this subject matter. Regardless, Prudence is quite happy with how she earns her living, and is starting a school on blatantly presenting the goods while not appearing to be blatant, which will (of course) have more subscribers than actual students so, really, she barely even needs to know what she’s talking about. And don’t ask where her left hand is. Prudence was teased all through school, but seriously, everyone was teased all through school, that’s what school’s for, so who gives a shit? And that’s all we’re gonna say about teasing. She does, however, give generously to charities such as Baboons Opposed to Oppressive BullieS and Forbidding Unwanted Remarks Beyond Ethically Redefined Gender Roles, but we suspect this is only for the bumper stickers. Prudence enjoys long walks on the beach, quiet bistros, remote mountaintops, and other locations where she can flash the hamster without cops ruining the shoot. Her favorite conspiracy is whether Gilligan was actually employed by industry rivals to keep Mr Howell out of the picture.

In some five billion years or so there won’t be a ‘next week,’ so there’s still hope. Be strong.

Days past

Just before leaving on this most recent trip, we got a text from a neighbor that the nearby pond was hosting a surfeit of great egrets, so we set aside a few minutes to go over and see them. Hurricane/Tropical Storm Elsa had passed through a couple of days previously, and this was potentially what fostered their appearance; I know a pair had shown up a few years back in similar circumstances, but we generally have at least one egret visit for several days at some point in the year regardless. A flock was a different matter, however, especially since they don’t tend to flock.

On the way over, I saw a juvenile hawk fly up to a branch and sit, regarding me warily but without too much fear.

juvenile sharp-shinned hawk Accipiter striatus or cooper's hawk Accipiter cooperii watching photographer over shoulder
The long bare legs and especially long talons peg this as an accipiter, one of the bird-eating hawks, and the gold eyes tell this is a juvenile, but whether it’s a sharp-shinned hawk (Accipiter striatus) or Cooper’s hawk (Accipiter cooperii) I can’t say, because they only good way to tell is the tail in flight and I failed to note it in the brief moment before it landed here. I’ve been seeing more Coopers, though, so I’m leaning in that direction. It stayed put for a lot of frames, but I liked this one for the sun on the head.

That wasn’t what we were after, though, and we soon moved on (actually, we moved on when I attempted to circle around a tree for a different shooting angle on the hawk and it tired of my suspicious activity and flew off, but that’s neither here nor there.) The great egrets (Ardea alba) proved very spooky and thus hard to draw close to, not at all helped by the oblivious people strolling around the pond chasing them off as soon as we were closing in ourselves, so I only have two photos to feature here.

great egret Ardea alba perched in damnable longneedle pine tree
How long they actually remained at the pond, I can’t say, because I left that evening on my leg of the trip (The Girlfriend joined me later by air, and that’s another post or five,) but I know they’re not there now. This one was already hesitant over my approach but at least I could use the light; another was hidden in a nearby tree almost overhead and spooked before I even saw it, encouraging this one to follow. They remained within the perimeter of the pond though.

four great egrets Ardea alba congregating on pond edge
The neighbor who had alerted us counted seven, but we ended up revising that to ten, with some difficulty since the birds were spread out and tended to flit from location to location, or disappear behind cover, while we were attempting to confirm the counts. That’s a lot for this pond, or indeed most spots in the immediate area; they’re pretty solitary and usually appear in pairs at the most. And since we’re well away from migration season, I’m gonna blame Elsa.

But that was all we really had time for – I personally was already behind in my preparations, and had a long drive ahead. That part’s coming…

Chinese buffet

Returning from this past trip, I noticed that one of the Chinese mantises (Tenodera sinensis) was now perched on the balloon flowers within easy reach of the cat mint, which is notorious for attracting pollinators by the boatload, and thus was almost twice the size as when I’d last seen one due to this proximity to effortless meals.

mid-size Chinese mantis Tenodera sinensis staring into camera
I realize that this doesn’t show scale at all, which I did think about while shooting but had no simple solution to. Roughly, pushing the 6cm mark, so noticeably approaching adult size now though still a little ways off – call it a teenager. It likely thought that it was shielded from good view by that leaf overhead, and my initial shots had it in shadow, but I know how to maneuver a flash unit.

This image is cropped a little, about 3/4 of the full frame, but now we’re gonna go in closer for the details, because I’m Al Denelsbeck, and this is Walkabout.

Chinese mantis Tenodera sinensis in closeup showing eyes in day to night transition
The eye facets are of course a nice touch, but what I’m showing here is the coloration, since this was taken at dusk last night and the eyes were in transition between the striped green daylight appearance and the pure glossy block nighttime fashion. The camouflage isn’t necessary at night, and the lack of pigmentation boosts their vision. Or so I’m told.

Nearby on the old man Japanese maple (the one that came with the house,) another mantis showed almost the same growth spurt and was slightly more cooperative in posing.

mid-size Chinese mantis Tenodera sinensis posed on Japanese maple
I said slightly – I could have done without that leaf cutting across the forehead, but this was considerably better than my initial perspective. Once you commit to doing macro work in the field (or the front yard, as it were,) you will get into some peculiar and hard-to-maintain positions, and ones without cute little yoga names, too.

Triumphant return

… or something.

I’m back from my escape room adventures, which have been greatly exaggerated, but that’s what you’d expect from someone who blew the post title twice (should have been Profiles of Nature, and we’re only up to 28.) Good thing I haven’t paid him…

Anyway, it was another trip, and I’ll provide a photo to let you guess where this time. Really, it’s been far too much time on the road lately, but so it goes. Your clue:

roseate spoonbill Platalea ajaja and unconfirmed gull, likely herring gull Larus argentatus, hanging out
Believe me, I had plenty to post before this trip, so I’ve got content for a while. I just have to get to it. Stay, as they used to say in the earlier days of radio frequency broadcasting, tuned.

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Note:
Rumor has it that the person who usually does these profiles is currently on hour 14 of a 1 hour escape room. He is shouting through the door to the now empty lobby that “I’ve almost got it!” And “NO HINTS!”. That person should be back for the next Profile in Nature. It has fallen to me to perform this task. You’d think that I would know something about nature – or at least have a decent profile, but no – “nature” is that really big room on the other side of my front door, and my head is shaped like a forgotten potato in the back pantry.

“bird
This is a bird. He is a big bird, (not that Big Bird, but he did audition for the part.) a big, brown bird sitting on a wood thingy, who can’t believe you barged right into the bathroom while he was trying to figure out the bidet. Either that or Martha brought up the whole “Where is the missing egg?” issue again. How was he supposed to keep track of all three while the game was on? You know what? Martha can go jump off a lake! These are very sharp foot thingys and this hard mouth part can cut through molten steel when angered, so she better just stop bringing that up. This bird has a wingspan, and could fly, but like so many today, they are all waiting longer to get their licenses. It’s a generational thing, who has time for flying anyway? Blame it on social media, everyone else does. He did not realize that flying was even an option until late in life. The problem started with coddling parents (who did okay giving him roots but forgot about the other half of that quote), then there was the whole Erica Jong-thing, and finally, as a young adult, he was too embarrassed to attend flight school with the other hatchlings. (By the way, that’s why he initially contact the Children’s Television Network about a role where he could keep his feet on the ground at all times.) Finally, he left the nest and started hanging with the cool birds who knew how to fly, but couldn’t be bothered. That’s where he met Martha. Lately, he starting getting into preening, but he watched a David Attenborough documentary on peacocks, so that idea bit the ghost. The most discouraging revelation, thanks to Martha, was that he didn’t have to be a chicken to be hen-pecked. “What? No, we had plenty of Pringles, nobody ate the egg!” He doesn’t have a lot to look forward to, but sometimes, that’s the way the ball crumbles.

If you join us next week, hopefully the person who usually does this will be back, but if not, you will be introduced to a bug.

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