Monday color 37

hearts-a-bustin Euonymus americanus seed pod against black backgroundDecisions, decisions…

We have an Euonymus americanus in the yard, more commonly known as a “hearts-a-bustin'” or even a strawberry bush, the latter by people with little imagination and no concept of being confusing as hell, since it has no relation to the plant that actually produces strawberries. As can be seen here, instead it has a remarkable display when the seeds are ripe, and naturally had to appear in the Monday color posts during the appropriate season – these photos were taken just a few days back. And I use the plural because another is coming below. And another is coming below because I am conflicted as to my purpose here – not existentially, because I, we, all life on Earth, has no purpose, we just is – but instead the purpose of these posts and my photography therein.

You see, this image is just a wee bit better aesthetically; the diagonal stem, the framing of the green leaves, the actual position of the berries/seeds… it just works better. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not professing my belief that awards are in order, but when comparing multiple images for which is the strongest, this one stands ahead of the others.

The biggest negative aspect of this image is the common trait of macro photography with flash: the black background. This was taken at 3:45 pm on a perfectly clear day, so certainly not dark conditions, but at f16 and 1/200 second aiming into a shadowy region underneath a tree canopy, the background received no benefit of the flash and thus dropped into darkness. Attempting to counteract this, however, I took the next one.

hearts-a-bustin Euonymus americanus seed pod against deep blue sky backgroundSee? By getting much lower and picking the right pod, I could frame it against the sky and get a bit more daylight-looking conditions from the same exposure, albeit a little dark. What I traded for that was the strength of the elements, since there were few pods that could be used and achieve this background, so the pod and leaves and stem and framing were all weaker. We get a stronger sense of the color theme, but that’s about it.

So now you have both, and can decide on your own, not to mention seeing a hint of the things that go through my head when composing and selecting images. Just brimming with benefits, this post…

But what the hell, let me toss in another. Had I wanted to produce something even more natural looking, by lowering the contrast on the seed pod and getting more light from the sky, here’s what it would have taken. First, either a larger aperture, or a longer shutter speed, or both, to bring out the sky brighter – I would probably opt for longer shutter speed because a wider aperture would shorten the depth of field and might make portions of the pod softer in focus. That would probably necessitate a tripod, and either no breeze at all or a specific anchor to keep the branch itself from moving during the exposure. Then – because all of these pods were deep in shadow – I would still be using a flash, but it would have to be lower in power or more diffuse, to provide the appearance of natural sunlight in a ratio that appeared commensurate with the sky exposure – this can be done meticulously with careful light readings, or more quickly and easily by bracketing exposures. Not with the bracketing function of the camera though – that changes shutter speed and/or aperture – but with the flash power and position itself, perhaps moving it closer and further from the pod until the right light level was achieved. This of course means a highly-flexible light bracket or a separate light stand. While doing this, I would likely select a position that also mimics a natural sun angle, so higher and aiming down more. If I wanted to be really meticulous, a second flash or a reflector of some kind might be used underneath the pod to keep the shadows from becoming too dark.

There was also a very narrow window early in the morning where sunlight could actually hit these pods, but it never occurs again during the day – I could potentially make use of that, with the right sunrise conditions.

And, as mentioned earlier, I would do all this with the idea that some seed pod provided a much better appearance/layout/framing option than the one shown here. If you’re going to get elaborate for an image, it should be as strong as possible to warrant the effort.

This all provides a hint that, when you see a powerful nature image, sometimes it’s luck, right time right place and all that, but it might also be meticulous planning and an understanding of what it takes to control all of the elements (certainly better than these images illustrate.) Just something to keep in mind.

Cry, “Sexism!” and let loose…

I’m not going to finish that header, because no matter what, it’s going to be taken the wrong way…

If you’ve been checking out links on that blogroll over on the sidebar, you may be aware that Ed Yong at Not Exactly Rocket Science has a semi-regular Saturday post called, “I’ve Got Your Missing Links Right Here,” that often has links to some interesting science articles. This week’s, however, presented a feature from The Atlantic that just completely misses the boat.

The article is “The Sexism of American Kitchen Design,” by Rachel Z. Arndt, and I provide that link with reluctance because it’s clickbait at best, but if I don’t make it easy for everyone to find it, I’m failing to follow my own advice that people should judge things for themselves, and might even be accused of quote-mining. Some time back I tackled the peculiar crusade of feminism in detail, and largely avoid reading anything on the topic now because the vast majority of those writing about it fall for the same damn things every time – it’s a topic badly in need of critical perspective, but the very act of trying to introduce this perspective is often considered tantamount to condoning or perpetuating sexism. To call it an emotionally-charged topic is not just putting it mildly, it’s understatement to a near-criminal extent.

The article gives an indication of derailing right from the very start, with a subheader that reads, “Over the past century, things like countertop height and sink placement have been built around an idealized vision of a woman’s body.” It’s easy to accept this as stated and move on, but within this simple sentence is an openly-implied assumption that someone was trying to provoke women towards this ideal. Because, you know, if a woman finds herself with a countertop that isn’t comfortable, by sheer will alone she can alter her body towards a height that fits expectations. No no no, that’s Lamarckism, we disproved that long ago; what’s going to happen is that women of the wrong height will, um, fail to make a meal that adequately allows reproduction, and so will be selected against by evolution. No, that would take too long; instead, they’ll simply avoid the kitchen entirely, get divorced, and open up the slot for a woman that fits the kitchen.

Hopefully, I’m expressing how nonsensical the sentence is, and the rest of the article continues to make the same mistakes. In fact, it makes some much more insidious mistakes while in pursuit of a point which simply does not exist.

Before women were all hunched over screens, applying filters and tapping out hashtags to food photos, we were hunched over sinks, sudsing dishes and keeping an eye on the stove. Today’s kitchens may have more machines, but they remain abuzz with structured and artificial femininity, from aprons to pink KitchenAids. Everything matches, even the woman, whose body the kitchen has been designed to fit — albeit inaccurately — since almost a century ago, when engineers measured thousands of women to try to make housework more comfortable.

Now, struggling mightily to ignore the overused social media references, we quickly come to a description of a kitchen that, I admit, I have never seen in my life. Does anyone even wear an apron anymore, despite the fact that they are a functional item of clothing that serves as well in a butcher shop or outside at the grill? And pink appliances? Are you fucking kidding me? By an overwhelming majority, appliances are either neutral colors like white and off-white, or reflect current fads, which today are as often black and brushed chrome – colors quite easy to argue as being more masculine than feminine. While that’s a potential sexism issue all its own for those desperate to make a case with pop psychology, it’s a far cry from what the author portrays here.

Arndt goes on to talk about how engineers like Christine Frederick, back in the early 20th century (yes, you read that right – a female engineer around 1910 or so – the sexism abounds!) recognized the most comfortable working heights and layouts for those in the kitchen, creating charts that paired a person’s height with worksurface height for a good match. The horror! No, wait, that’s not the bad bit (sorry – the more I read this article the worse my sarcasm gets.) We’re getting to it.

But then American industry, for the sake of more efficient production, needed (and still needs) standards. Two decades after Frederick created her chart, standardization took over, and not just in the U.S., but in other parts of the world too. The tailor-made kitchen was gone. While it’s easy enough to make adjustable chairs and bikes, it’s much harder to build customization into an entire room filled with chunks of wood and granite wedged between heavy, expensive, factory-made appliances.

Okay, let’s pause here before the article moves on towards, I dunno, some vague attempt to force the topic along. There’s a very simple reason for standards within industry, and it’s mass-production. Things can be inexpensive if no one has to spend a lot of time building them, if they can be created by machines, if they can be knocked together from the same set of parts – this is a verity of commerce. Anyone at all can, and have always been able to, have a cabinet-maker come in and build a kitchen specific to their needs, body size, and so on. And it’ll be expensive – no matter what gender you are. The way to make things cheap is to make them simple. It’s called supply and demand, and if you want to create, for instance, a countertop that is purchased and liked by the greatest number of people, then you aim for a height that is closest to ideal for the greatest number of people. This is a concept called average.

That didn’t bode well for the woman for whom this new, uniformly-sized kitchen was being designed and made. The sink was the first kitchen object to be standardized. It became part of the continuous countertop — a single height dipping or lifting for no appliance, a look that fell in line perfectly with modernism’s minimalist lines. Everything else rose to meet the sink — the counters, the stove, the cabinets all converged at 36 inches above the floor, writes Leslie Land in her study of modernism and kitchens. That was much too high for the 5-foot-3 average-height woman of the time (and too high even for today’s average 5-foot-4 American woman).

Maybe that height was because that 31-inch sink base — which was actually close to a suitable height for a 5-foot-3 woman — made the lip of the sink an ad-friendly yardstick high. Maybe it was because, as Land writes, another engineer, Lillian Gilbreth, had a 5-foot-7 woman in mind when she designed demonstration kitchens, with their layouts based on motion studies of women at work. Maybe it was arbitrary. No matter — it was set, giving society a yardstick by which to measure the woman and her space alike. In ads, you can see her standing next to her sink, appliance-installation man on bent knee holding a ruler and looking up longingly.

First off, did you catch the detail where the author never actually determined why the height was set the way it was, and is only speculating? How about the part where she speculates that the sink is actually at an ideal height?

Let’s be practical here. A freestanding sink is not just awkward and a poor use of space, it prevents using a counter nearby as a food prep space, or to pile dishes on, or really anything else that anyone in a kitchen does routinely. You kind of have to pick one: either the sink base is an ideal height, or the attached counter is, or they split the difference. But again, mass-production and averages are going to take over because that’s what sells the best.

So we arrive at the speculation that the author and the other sources never made: that the design for counter height and so on reflected an average human height. Not female height. In other words, instead of being designed for women as the sole occupant/user, they started to reflect both women and men using them. Again, this is speculation, as much as the author’s because I can’t be arsed to look up the ergonomic history of kitchen design – but it makes a hell of a lot more sense than anything put forth in the article.

And there’s something to be considered herein. First off, if we are to believe the idea that sexism means “a woman’s place is in the kitchen,” why wouldn’t this be reinforced by making everything in the kitchen at the best height and placement for women? Wouldn’t that make a lot more sense than outright stating how a 5-foot-7 woman is “ideal” (and you will note that the author never establishes how this was determined, nor who holds this opinion)? Again, what purpose could putting the countertops at the wrong height serve? The people that whine about “unrealistic standards of beauty” are closer to making a valid case, because at the very least someone can take various actions to change their facial appearance or even figure – not so much their height. (I find the “unrealistic standards” stuff to be missing the mark too, and I’ll get to that further down.)

Now, take note of this too. Because if kitchens were instead designed for the average height of women, at least according to the author’s numbers (I think they’re off by a few inches,) then that could actually be considered sexist by the exact same reasoning – because it’s specifically excluding men from the kitchen. That’s the insidious part, and throughout the article, Arndt keeps reiterating that the kitchen is a woman’s domain. Well, fantastic job of destroying those stereotypes there. You know, if the counters get any higher, then women might just abandon the kitchen entirely and do something else. I hope you’re starting to see why I found this article ridiculous, and don’t take my word for it – a lot of articles pointing out our society’s ubiquitous sexism make the same mistakes, over and over.

I’m entirely sympathetic about the discomfort of workstations of improper height. At six feet (183 cm,) I’m slightly but not significantly above average male height, but notably above average combined height, at least in the US. Standing and working at the average table (admittedly designed for sitting) will start killing my neck and shoulders quickly, and while I can cope with most counters, average sink height is too low. I have actually put thought into the ability to mass-produce table, cabinet, and counter systems that could be adjusted in height easily, at least in installation. And I hate the over-and-under refrigerators because I can’t see a fucking thing in the fridge below the top shelf, and between my knees and sinuses that can’t bear semi-inversion most days, crouching or bending over is actually uncomfortable to painful. But I somehow have never found myself a victim; I understand that designers have to take a lot of factors into consideration, and if I want things to be more my way, I can pay for them (well, I can’t, which is why I cope.) In the meantime, I often get The Girlfriend to dig out stuff from the bottom shelf ;-)

And that, of course, is why an adjustable set of counters would not find a market that justified the cost of development and manufacture: because what’s comfortable for one person won’t be for another, unless they’re the same height. I mean, has anyone ever considered how completely inappropriate counter heights are for kids? It’s childism!

By standardizing the kitchen, designers also standardized women’s bodies, creating a space in which only a person with a specific body shape could be comfortable.

Just pause, for a second, and savor the nonsense of this sentence. How the fuck does one standardize a woman’s body? I really want to know.

Not to mention (because that would completely destroy the entire point of the article) that men are being standardized in exactly the same way by it, and by everything else of a standard size. But they don’t count.

Around then, clothing sizes were being standardized for the first time too. Before the Mail-Order Association of America requested a study of women’s bodies to create standards, clothing sizes for women were based on bust alone, as men’s clothes had been since soldiers’ uniforms became uniform in the 1800s. The Association wanted simple yet accurate sizes because it wanted fewer returns; sizes, then, were a way to make selling things more efficient.

This is why the article cannot be taken seriously at all. The author is clearly understanding most of the reasoning behind standards and averages, and why they were adopted. But then, immediately afterward,

One of those things was the idea of the perfect body.

What? Where the hell did “perfect” come from? How does one derive this from “average” or even “standard”?

But let’s not let this aspect slip away, because the author changes the subject slightly herein, briefly, and I don’t want to be accused of ignoring it, plus it ties in with a small comment above. Continuing,

After all the measuring was done, sizes were still based on the bust, with an extrapolated hourglass figure filling out the rest of the garment.

There have always been beauty standards, but it wasn’t until the 20th century that those standards, like the kitchen, became integrated with uniform measurements. The problem is the standardizers got it wrong; with designs based on simplified ideals, not reality, women became misfits in their own kitchens and clothes alike.

This becomes a bit more fun, but also requires a bit more careful consideration, something that it seems too few people are actually willing to do within the topic. It is virtually always presented that “beauty standards” are things that men impose on women, and widely implied as being against women’s will (like that’s a collective thing) to boot. It is certainly true enough that there are an average set of traits that will be found attractive by men – and this is just as true in the opposite direction. The bare truth is, if the goal is to attract anyone, fitting their idea of attractive is, you know, kinda why the word exists. No one forces women to buy certain kinds of clothes, and even if there were no other choices, sales would be dismal – note the part up there about reducing returns? Companies, as shocking as this seems, aim to make money. In addition, even if all clothes on the market were standardized into something that women (or men) found repressive, the entrepreneur that suddenly introduced a line that people wanted to buy would clean. Up. You’ve heard the thing about smuggling blue jeans into the Soviet Union? Yeah.

The nature of our sexuality is a nuanced and complicated thing, something studied at length by sociologists, behaviorists, and even biologists – it’s not a topic likely to be understood by facile and superficial attempts at psychology. Nonetheless, there is a simple trait that holds true throughout the human race: men pursue women’s favors. Women do the choosing. To even imply that men have shaped women to their fancy is being completely ignorant of a trait that has been remarkably obvious since long before Shakespeare was writing plays over it, and demonstrated repeatedly in, you know, actual scientific studies. It even exists in other species – spiders do it, for shit’s sake! The “repressed women” idea promoted so often doesn’t even come close to making sense, unless someone is both remarkably selective and wildly interpretive over their “evidence.” And anyone that believes that the “hourglass figure” thing has been forced onto women has never seen college students not just shopping for a new slinky dress to wear to functions, but actively creating new functions for the excuse to wear them. Markets follow the popularity – they don’t create them.

Even this is unnecessary sidetracking, because there’s a common misconception that, when corrected, causes the whole point to vanish. Deriving any kind of average does not even remotely define an ideal, or even “perfect” as mentioned in the article. An average is a mathematical function based on actual measurements – you know, bare facts. It has nothing to do with what anyone might want to see, or possess as a goal. An ideal of any kind is usually quite far away from the concept – people strive not to be average, to stand out, to be better, and calling someone “average” is very often taken as an insult. The “unrealistic standards” we hear of so often reflect this, and form the very nature of marketing: we’re more attracted to those who are not the average, and thus pay more attention to the ads and TV shows and whatnot. The only agenda here is gaining the greatest attention, and so the greatest market share. It happens to men too, so labeling it as sexist shows a complete failure to grasp a simple trait.

The solution, then, must be the opposite of uniformity: customization. The best way to fit everyone, like the best way to make kitchens more comfortable, is to make objects tailored to individual bodies, rather than tailored to the idea of an individual body. Perhaps we should follow the DIY craze, with its jam-making and pickling, its hand-knitted sweaters and backyard-raised chickens; perhaps we should travel back in time 100 years, moving perversely against the expansion of women’s rights (but keeping those rights all the same), to a time when each kitchen was made for the person within it and each shirt for the person inside.

We certainly can – and it would cost a lot more, or require a much more advanced set of skills, and naturally take up a lot more of our time. We moved away from this because the tradeoff – discomfort while working in the kitchen, clothes that are tailored for a loose fit or a casual fashion sense – were something we were willing to accept in light of the reduction in costs and time and effort. We did this, all of us, men and women alike. We are the victims, if you want to be ridiculously overdramatic, of ourselves. And that’s how it’s always been.

I called the article clickbait, and that may well be entirely why it was written this way, since sexism and feminism are two of this decade’s hotbutton issues – in which case I’ve been trolled effectively. But enough people are taking it seriously (which is how it came to my attention,) and will find the points within to make sense – it wouldn’t have passed muster as a feature otherwise, right? So note the irony: an article that tells us of the subtle manipulations – by, what, industry? society? – that make women the victims of their kitchens, is itself composed of a plethora of subtle manipulations to create a victimhood out of easily-explained traits, and thus perpetuate the whole “society is sexist” crusade. So who’s working an agenda here?

And the more subtle aspect that is directly related: as we come across more and more examples, like this, of trying to create a dire threat out of trivial and misinterpreted observations, we can find ourselves less and less likely to pay any attention whatsoever – tempest in a teapot, the boy who cried wolf, and all that jazz. And so the real examples of sexism that do exist, the ones that we should be doing something about, can get subsumed and lost in all the ridiculous noise – when there are countries where women can be jailed or abused just for driving a car, claiming that countertop height is an attempt to force anything on women is actually insulting. There are real causes out there – we don’t need to manufacture any, and the act of doing so will only negatively impact the worthwhile ones.

The nights get chilly

Copes grey treefrog Hyla chrysoscelis on fencepost
That’s the best reason I can think of for suddenly finding a grey treefrog sitting atop a fencepost two afternoons back, since the active season has passed and I haven’t even been hearing their calls for a while now. But I suspect that, with the temperature dropping to around 15°c (59°f) overnight, the ectothermic amphibian was aiming to warm up a bit and aid its digestion during the day. For some reason, this appears to be a favored perch, insofar as they might be said to have any, because this is the fourth time in a year or so that I’ve photographed one there. Same one? Got me – I consider asking for ID to be intrusive.

Copes grey treefrog Hyla chrysoscelis in closeup
The post goes in and out of sunlight throughout the afternoon, but the metal cap might contribute to the heat that it can provide, or maybe the frog just thinks it looks snazzy. I always check, and they never seem to perch in the same place twice on successive nights, though this is on one side of the gate, and last year one was switching sides and locations along the two gateposts for a few days.

This is, I’m fairly certain, a Copes grey treefrog (Hyla chrysoscelis) because that’s the only call I’ve ever heard around here, and the call is the only way to distinguish them short of anatomical examination. More questions arose when I went out front and spotted a much smaller frog perched on the upper leaves of an oak-leaf hydrangea – yes, The Girlfriend and I got a couple to plant in the yard this year. They also go in and out of sun throughout the day, so is a pattern developing?

juvenile Copes grey treefrog Hyla chrysoscelis on oak leaf hydrangea Hydrangea quercifolia
This one was significantly smaller than the first, sporting a lovely patina of green, and I had to look it up to find out what it was. I’m learning, slowly; that white spot beneath the eye was an indicator and should have clued me in, because this is another grey treefrog – the juveniles often have some green coloration for better protection.

juvenile Copes grey treefrog Hyla chrysoscelis with fingertip for scaleThis one was mellow enough for me to do an effective scale shot, which you can compare with the first by knowing that the fencepost it is perched upon is a 4×4 inch post, so about 9 centimeters square – roughly the size of my palm. Or I could say that while the adult was the length of my thumb, this one was the size of my thumbnail (though that’s my forefinger in the pic.) Totally adorable.

I had taken several photos of this one before I even thought to check the second hydrangea nearby, to find another one in a matching position there, and identical in diminutive size. This is enough to make me suspect that we did have a successful brood cycle through the pond I’ve been working on – I’d seen tadpoles on two separate occasions, but never an indication that they had developed farther than that. Guess I’m going to have to watch a lot more closely next year.

juvenile Copes grey treefrog Hyla chrysoscelis on oak-leaf hydrangea Hydrangea quercifolia
This one gives the best idea of the color match and thus the camouflage, despite being right out in plain site on the topmost leaves of the plant – if you only glance at the photo you might not even realize there’s a frog in the frame at all, despite its prominence.

The very first image of the post was taken in natural light, but all the rest were taken with the softbox flash – up until this one. As the sun was lowering in the day, it peeked through the breeze-driven branches to occasionally fall thinly onto the second frog, and I endeavored to capture at least one of these brief light effects.

juvenile Copes grey treefrog catching weak sunset light through the branches
This gives the most accurate representation of the light conditions, as well as being a nice portrait – I think it’s my favorite frame, at least from a fartistic standpoint.

As the light and temperature fell, the frogs began to get active, and The Girlfriend arrived home too late to see the little ones, though the adult was still close by on another fencepost. I haven’t seen them since. The resident pond frogs are still around though, and I just missed a portrait of the largest when I went out there in the middle of typing this post – they’re quite shy, which is good, because it’ll keep them from getting eaten. I think this made me abandon my plans to clean out the bottom of the pond this winter, because I’m pretty sure I’ll have some frogs nestled down in the mud through the season. I can live with that.

The day you’ve dreaded is almost nigh

While it would have been nice to completely forget about this, at some time in the past, in a fit of uncharacteristic optimism, I put the damn thing into my calendar and reminders have been popping up for days. Far be it from me to suffer alone, so be warned: tomorrow is National Grouch Day, as you probably already know so this post is an utter waste of time.

grouchy catsLast year’s post contained a lot of really terrible ideas, and I’d apologize for it but you don’t deserve such. The point is, there’s one day – one lousy, fucking day out of the whole year – that we can be ourselves without someone trying to convince us otherwise, and it is our onus to spread the irritability. And I really should just leave you hanging like that, but I’m not sure if that constitutes doing my part, so I went ahead and made a new list to work from, for which I’ll probably get blamed if you screw them up:

  • Bring empty donut boxes into the office
  • Pocket someone else’s keys, then after at least five minutes of the owner searching for them, surreptitiously place the keys back in a location you know the owner looked at least twice. Best to be gone before they’re found (you’re not allowed to enjoy this)
  • Buy/use cheap metal tools that no one was smart enough to clean all the metal burs from
  • Keep disconnecting the internet router throughout the day
  • Try to be ‘cool’ and ‘with it’ to your kids in a public place – bonus points if you can do it in front of a crush
  • Spill something wet on fabric carseats – it must be slightly below body temperature so it won’t be immediately noticed
  • Salt someone’s toothbrush
  • Failing to tip waitstaff is not acceptable – they depend on tips to make up part of their salary. However, generously overtipping them entirely in nickels is fine
  • Put your turn signal on and slow down for every side street but never turn
  • Try an extremely difficult recipe with a lot of hungry people waiting
  • Hum (badly) some recognizable yet really annoying bubblegum song in a crowded office, so it gets stuck in everyone’s head (this might work if they’re older, or this one.) When someone finally complains, simply tell them, “Don’t worry – be happy.” They’re just wannabes anyway…
  • Put containers back in the fridge with about 1/4 ounce of content within
  • Distribute random patches of bubblewrap around the workplace – all bubbles should have a pinhole in them
  • Shave some coarse grit sandpaper with someone else’s razor, preferably one still in the refill pack
  • Set every clock in the house to a different time (bonus points for coordinating this with the internet thing)
  • Get one shoe soaking wet
  • Knock on the door of an occupied bathroom and ask if they’ve seen the big hairy spider come under the door
  • Hide a container of spoiled milk behind the fridge against the wall – seriously, it’ll take forever to find, but the fridge will finally get cleaned
  • Drive someone else’s car without adjusting the seat
  • Use every touchscreen you can, including your own, with jelly on your fingers
  • Find the shopping cart with the worst wheels. You know the one
  • my dayIt is important to note that this is not National Asshole Day, and also that we ourselves are not exempt (even if we normally have this going on anyway.) Chances are, if anyone figures out we’re the ones with the ‘holiday spirit,’ we couldn’t escape it anyway. Embrace it reluctantly, develop those frown lines, let our irritated mumbling be heard! Let’s drag the ‘norms’ down into the mud with us and become one big dysfunctional family, if only for a day.

    It won’t matter anyway – it never does. No matter what we do, someone’s always gonna try to be upbeat. It practically makes me sick. What the hell’s right with people? Whatever – kick back and stream Sanford & Son with a bag of burned popcorn and try to remember every stupid thing you’ve ever said to anyone.

    Anyway, even though he completely screwed up the timing, Jonathan Rosenberg still knows.

    Defying the rain

    green anole Anolis carolinensis being inordinately shyThe nice thing about going long periods without rain is that scheduling photo outings isn’t difficult – provided you can cope with the heat. The recent rains have changed this quite a bit, and I’ve had to switch several student appointments around due to cruddy weather. This past Saturday, we watched the weather reports on practically an hourly basis and chanced a botanical garden outing in the morning before the rains were expected to hit – as it was, it started slowly just before we were to wrap up, and came down in earnest right after the session ended. So yeah, clean living and faith in Nothing and all that jazz…

    We didn’t escape the heavy overcast, though, making conditions so dark that handheld shots were haphazard at best, especially if one wanted a smaller aperture for more depth. I finally gave up and pulled out the flash unit, but since I was carrying my ‘instructor’ kit I didn’t have the macro bracket or softbox, so the flash was mounted on the camera hotshoe and the lighting is as harsh as a bright sunny day, completely belying the real conditions. Thus, this green anole (Anolis carolinensis) was actually in deep shade and, had it not moved when it did, I would have blown past it entirely, thinking it was a bud or something. Just in case it isn’t coming together for you, it’s facing towards us, slightly down and to image left – that’s the broad top of the head you’re seeing, with the rest of the body hidden within the leaves.

    That wasn’t the only anole we spotted, either – two more were hanging out only a few meters away, this one in particular presenting an aged look, though I have no idea if this is the slightest bit accurate or not – I didn’t get close enough to see if it had long wiry hairs sprouting from its ears, a dependable sign. Well, okay, maybe that’s just human males…

    green anole Anolis carolinensis on palm fronds, looking cagey
    crab spider on purple asterMany of the flowers were past their peak and showing it, so pollinator activity was limited, probably disappointing this minuscule crab spider who wasn’t doing a very good job of blending in – I’m not sure targeting the color-blind insects is the best strategy. I’ve been counting on the botanical garden to give me more opportunities for decent crab spider pics, and it’s been letting me down this year. Striking fear into the hearts of gnats is not what I’m after – show me something that can take down a bumblebee and we’ll talk.

    Another, also found on an aster bloom, did a much better job of hiding despite the color difference, because I didn’t see that one at all until I was editing the photos. However, it was so small in the frame, since I was aiming wider, that it is barely recognizable as an arthropod at all, much less making an interesting photo.

    pregnant Chinese mantis Tenodera sinensis
    Yes, another mantis, also pregnant. This one was hanging out near the anoles, mocking me because neither her nor her kin could be seen where I’d predicted them to be found, a patch of Piedmont wildflowers that makes an ideal habitat for mantids. In the same area this past winter, I had found the egg case left by last year’s model, and vowed to keep an eye on it. However, it was on a plant stem that was cut back by the garden staff over the winter, and where it actually ended up I cannot say.

    hoverfly syrphid, perhaps Toxomerus geminatus, on variety of hibiscus flowerLike the anoles, you can pick your favorite hoverfly photo too, since I captured several while I was there; this is the first that will appear in the post. From the very distinctive abdominal markings I’m going to say this is a Toxomerus geminatus – if it’s not, it’s trying to look like one anyway and I won’t take the blame for that. The hoverflies were pretty much the only pollinators to be seen that morning and weren’t bothered by the fading glory of the blooms; I can’t say that I spotted one lepidopteran the entire time.

    This particular syrphid, however, was in a very photogenic position as I approached but flew up from its perch as I closed to photographic range; I froze, and it returned to the same position – clean living and faith in Nothing and all that jazz. Even got a nice stained glass effect off the wings from the flash unit.

    Small, stupid note: as I’ve often said before, the images are placed alongside the text in a manner where they appear to lead or point into the text. And while this fly is facing away, the flower – more prominent in the frame – is going in the opposite direction, so I went with this layout. If you disagree, text ‘INEPT’ to whatever number you like because I really don’t care…

    just flowers - who cares?
    I needed another wide shot to break it up – see that layout thing above. This is one of the few I took without flash, and shows the lighting conditions a little more accurately. You can see that even the second flower is beginning to go soft due to its minimal distance from the lens, set at f4 because anything more would have induced motion blur from either the slight breeze or my movement.

    hoverfly syrphid cleaning itself while buried in pollenThe other hoverfly shot, a bit more personal – I’m not even going to try to identify this one. It had paused while partaking of this maybe-daisy to clean the copious pollen from its legs, but three other frames were discarded because nailing the prime focus at this magnification eluded me. If you want to pursue macro work, aim for early mornings and very still days to at least minimize how much the plants (and thus the occupants thereof) wave in and out of your focus range. Note the petals, and how blurred they are front and back – focus range is very short, and even a mild breeze can bend a flower blossom far more than that.

    leaf against beauty berries
    Another horizontal filler, this time an American beautyberry leaf (Callicarpa americana) against its own cluster of fruit – this is a very tight crop from the original to enhance the abstract nature. It also helps that the berries were out of focus, since they were also past their prime (note the variations in color,) and I never realized just how bad they smelled as they started to decay.

    unidentified orange flower clusterAnd one last one, because – once again having to be to the right of the text. I’m not going to try to identify these flowers, I just happened to like their layout and color. It might have been nice to be there on a brighter day and thus induce some brightness and color from the background as well, and not make these appear like they were photographed at night, but their own color might have had less impact then.

    I’m running steadily behind on recent images and trying to catch up, so there will be another set coming soon. But first, an important message from our sponsor…

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    Chinese mantis Tenodera sinensis looking shocked
    Sorry, more mantids, but you can’t watch the life cycle of several local individuals, including hundreds if not thousands of photos (I have not tallied them up yet, but mind you, these are the keepers) and not want to maintain updates.

    First off, if you’re going to have an interest in entomology, it seems prudent to check several sources for information, as well as to keep checking sources even when you think you know what’s going on. I’ve been identifying the Chinese mantids under the scientific name of Tenodera aridifolia sinensis for the past couple of years, to suddenly find (just a few days ago) that this is no longer valid; it denoted that the Chinese mantis was a subspecies of Tenodera aridifolia (the Japanese giant mantis,) but it has now been determined that it is not a subspecies, and so the correct name (for the time being) is Tenodera sinensis. Unfortunately I have a lot of posts with the incorrect name listed – it’s actually the most common tag on the blog – and I have no idea how long it’s been since this name change has been in place. I would like to correct them all, but this is probably a few days of work and I’m not sure it’s worth the effort, so I might simply change the tags in some way, because those will update back through the archives. This is not the first time taxonomic changes have caught me unawares. You’d think someone would contact me…

    pregnant Chinese mantis Tenodera sinensis looking optimisticAnyway, on to the updates. I mentioned several days back that I was watching an obviously pregnant mantis back in our Japanese maple tree, the locale that they had first appeared within, and as of a few days ago this was still the case. And I was, and am, still watching for an egg sac, even though I have not now spotted the individual seen here and above (same mantis, same session, different photo techniques) for the past five days. It’s a shame, because a katydid moved into the tree and would have made a nice mantis meal, and I’m not averse to helping that situation along.

    The photo at top is a great example of how our evolved expectations fool us. I can’t even look at it without seeing a look of surprise, and I know better – it’s just what we register as we see certain conditions. In this case it’s a false pupil centered in very wide eyes, which says surprise or shock to us, and this is compounded with the apparently open mouth. It’s all nonsense, of course – while many species might actually be surprised, they have no reasons to communicate this to others (and quite a few not to) and so no such emotions can be read from their ‘expressions.’ This one was not at all shocked, since it had been aware of my presence for several minutes before that image, but it had turned to face me almost immediately before I snapped the photo. With compound eyes the idea of ‘facing’ someone is also semi-inaccurate: most insect species can see in a very broad range around themselves all at once, but some species, like mantids, really do turn towards a subject of interest because they use depth-perception for hunting and defense. So when their head turns, it often is an indication of where they’re directing their attention.

    Chinese mantis Tenodera sinensis posing in the morningI’d said I thought we might have had two that had moved back to the Japanese maple, and so we did; they seem to alternate appearances, since this one showed up the same day I stopped seeing the green pregnant one. I’m never really sure whether they go for deep cover within the tree or meander off to someplace else for a while – it’s not a big tree, but it’s dense. This one, here down on the phlox plants surrounding the tree, was showing no signs of pregnancy, and I wondered if it was the same one that had reappeared on the back porch through a few days of solid rain back in September, now having deposited her eggs someplace. I’m not putting much weight behind this hypothesis; this one has damage markings on the forewings that are not visible on the one in the earlier photos. I need to find some way to permanently mark these little buggers, that can’t be lost with a molting…

    In any event, I’ll be back if and when I find the egg sac at least, and if I only get some more interesting poses. We’re approaching the slow season for such subjects, so I’m making the most of it while I can.

    Monday color 36

    anvil cloud cumulonimbus lit by setting sun
    This is a great illustration of the color changes that sunset brings – not just to the sky of course, but to the actual light that’s falling on your subject. Clouds, no matter what, are white – there’s no other color for water vapor to be. But when they block enough light and are seen from underneath, they can appear various shades of grey, and in this case, the sun shining through progressively thicker (and humid) atmosphere casts a variety of colors. Seen from the top of the cloud, the sun would have been well above the horizon, but at about midpoint it was red and almost gone, and where I stood it had already set, thus the silhouetted trees.

    This same color progression can be seen, in a very limited way, in one of the lunar eclipse photos that Jim Kramer took recently, the one showing the near-total eclipse with a band of white at the bottom of a red moon.

    I wish I could tell you exactly how big this cloud was, but suffice to say, it was massive, and extended for kilometers both horizontally and vertically, with a really good chance that those underneath it were not only in very dark conditions, but perhaps even in the next state (Virginia was less than 60 kilometers away in that direction) and getting furiously rained upon. This is a variety of cumulonimbus known as an anvil cloud, where extremely moist air close to the ground is heated by sunlight and hot surfaces and rises rapidly, carrying the moisture to great heights. Somewhere in there (probably not very high at all,) the air hits the freezing point and ice starts to collect around bits of dust and whatnot in the atmosphere while still being carried upward by the rising air mass. Ice continues to accumulate, and eventually it gets too heavy for the updraft to sustain it and it falls again, usually melting as it passed into the warmer air below and exiting the bottom of the cloud as rain. With some fierce updrafts, typical of summer thundercells, the ice gets blown around far too much and accumulates enough that it doesn’t have time to melt during its eventual descent, falling as hail – this thunderhead stood a pretty good chance of being one of those, since the ‘anvil’ appearance occurs when the air mass slams against the underside of a different air layer that doesn’t permit humidity to penetrate, and spreads out underneath it. Electrical storms often occur in these conditions.

    Moreover, there’s a common atmospheric effect that can just barely be seen (it shows much better in skies with just a haze of humidity): the Belt of Venus. Down low where the clouds take on a wonderfully rumpled appearance, things get pretty dark and blue-grey – this is actually the shadow of the Earth being cast on the clouds, and in the right conditions the curvature can been seen. Since our atmospheric layer is actually a very thin shell on the planet, and the portion that can carry humidity which allows this shadow to be seen is thinner still, the effect passes quickly as the Earth rotates, and never lasts more than a few minutes. Here’s a slightly better version taken from a dock, earlier this year.

    Belt of Venus showing against high thin clouds
    If you’re sharp-eyed, you might have noticed the light shining on the edge of the dock and surmised that the sun wasn’t fully set where I stood. But it’s not sunlight shining on it, or not directly, but the reflection off of the same high clouds, just those behind me – the sky continued to glow brightly after the sun itself disappeared, and that’s what’s causing the glow on the edge of the dock.

    The myth of “live and let live”

    It’s not hard to find articles that decry the efforts of the “New Atheists” for their bullying of innocent and defenseless religion, in terms that range from disapproval to outright vehemence, nor is it hard to find comments where the commenter prides themselves on their “live and let live” attitude, maintaining that the only proper behavior is to not judge others for their choice of religion. The hypocrisy of stating this out loud was not lost on Randall Munroe at xkcd:

    "But you're using that same tactic to try to feel superior to me, too!" "Sorry, that accusation expires after one use per conversation."Despite this flaw, it’s still easy to believe that being judgmental is something we should avoid, especially, as we are so often reminded, when it comes to someone’s personal choice. Yet, this is falling for both an inferred trait, and a gout of assumptions. To begin with, there is a vast, staggering difference between a simple opinion, such as whether Andy Kaufman was funny (he wasn’t,) and a combined worldview and ideology, one that informs someone’s decisions, attitudes, and indeed, their very concept of morality. We are a looonnng ways away from opinion here, and to be blunt, the only time that such things are ever considered “opinions” is when someone feels the need to defend them against the multitudes of arguments against them. Feel free to show me any church, any religious leader, any scripture or verity or pamphlet whatsoever, that admits that their version of creation is a “choice” and an “opinion” – seriously, I’d be delighted to see one, because all I have ever heard is bold and unwavering assumptions that they are relating Truth™, and the only Truth™ at that. This state of affairs bears highlighting, because this is a phenomenally arrogant and pompous thing to say, about anything, and the only reason we don’t fall down pissing ourselves laughing at it is that we’re used to it, and have been told time and again that this kind of nonsense deserves respect. It is this very social construct that causes no small number of people to react negatively to the wording I’m using here.

    Because, let’s face it, there is no religion, anywhere in the world, that is not demonstrably, wildly, and irredeemably wrong – I say that not from an ethical point of view, but from a simple factual one. No creation story even comes close to the converging reams of evidence that tells us how old the world is and how it formed. At all. No scripture even hints at the long and supportable history of life evolving on this planet. No supernatural source of information manages to grasp the enormity of our solar system and the nature of the planets therein. And mind you, I haven’t even touched on the events that they do relate, events so staggeringly ridiculous as to require repetition and immersion in a mutually-supporting environment, because past the age of six no one is buying the idea of flying horses and talking serpents without a whole lot of assurances that this “is really really true, so help me god.” In fact, faith requires a suspension of disbelief to some degree, at least to dismiss the contradictions and anachronisms found in every religion, when it does not involve actively finding ways to excuse or ‘qualify’ the gross inaccuracies. And gross is not at all too strong a word; humans are notoriously fallible and have produced some really-wide-of-the-mark ideas at times, but anyone confessing the to sheer number that can be found in any form of scripture would be hastened to a safe care facility after sharp and heavy objects were surreptitiously removed from reach. Even the most wrong of scientists throughout the ages at least based their ideas on something demonstrable, which puts them well ahead of most items claimed within scripture.

    That’s only the first part, however; there remains the question of whether anyone should actively correct such wild misapprehensions. The response that immediately leaps to my mind, at least, is, “Why the hell wouldn’t you?” First off, correct and supportable information is not only the cornerstone of learning, it is absolutely necessary for functional decisions. We don’t have mandatory schooling, with nationwide standards and meticulous assessments, because we think ignorance is a good idea. When we find potential dangers in products, or health issues within either work practices or leisure activities, we don’t shrug them off and figure that it’s not our business to tell someone else how to protect themselves, and to be honest, we’re pretty horrified every time we see anyone expressing such an attitude. We consider it a social responsibility to at least inform someone of the hazards, but in many cases, such things are regulated; it’s not really a matter of opinion whether someone thinks their child can handle alcohol or not. And in fact, we’re seeing health issues right now in this country since a bunch of dipshits got it into their heads that vaccines cause autism, and are willing to compromise the immunity of everyone else’s children over this repeatedly disproven canard; it’s not something that we can afford to ignore, and it’s taking a concerted effort to eradicate this ridiculous belief.

    “But we’re talking about personal beliefs, and not something that affects everyone else,” comes the immediate protest. Which is utter horseshit, and I really shouldn’t have to even point this out. At no point, in the history of mankind, has religion ever been a personal thing. We are actually in one of the most peaceful times in the breadth of our knowledge, perhaps the most. Which means the religious wars are no longer an facet of recent experience, at least if one remains ignorant of all world events – but there were a hell of a lot of them, as well as the persecutions and the ersatz regulations and the ritualistic abuse of authority. It would be nice to believe that we’ve moved on from this now, but that’s ridiculously naïve, especially since we can still visit the gas chambers and burial pits and refugee camps in several different countries. One can try to make all the excuses that they like in the belief that their faith would never succumb to such abuses, but the bare fact is, if an ideology is based on ignorance, it isn’t likely to produce anything that we’d be proud of. It really is that simple.

    But we don’t even have to talk about violence, or a theocratic state. We routinely deal with proposed laws and practices that are informed not by science or solid results or even a distinct goal, but religious kneejerk bigotry. The virulent attempts to undermine or eradicate education in both sexuality and evolution are not ‘choices,’ but active campaigns by churches that feel that their authority should extend far beyond their local suckers followers to everyone within reach, whether they like it or not. This is the exact opposite of choice; it is the attempt to remove choice from as many people as possible. While county clerk Kim Davis (from Kentucky, imagine that) was held up by numerous religious blowhards for her ‘principles’ and as a martyr to their cause, this doesn’t even come close to the real situation, which was her arrogant attempt to impose her opinion on everyone else, despite having sworn an oath (to god, no less) specifically not to do so. Amusing, isn’t it?

    Note that nobody gave a good goddamn what her religion was before she defied the Supreme Court decision, because her religious views were never the issue in the slightest – it was her attitude that she was entitled to abuse both the law and others who didn’t agree with her. And this is, for the vast majority of activities from those mean ol’ nasty outspoken atheists, what is being addressed in the first place: not religion itself, but the abuses that take place in its name, as well as the undue and unjustifiable privilege that usually goes right along with it. The whole “personal choice” thing is a smokescreen, and I have no doubts an intentional one. Of course this needs to be pointed out, clearly and frequently.

    There’s another misconception about choice that appears frequently in regards to religion, one that too few people seem able to grasp: no one gets to choose their own facts. Certainly, one can decide if they want to believe anything in particular or not, but this doesn’t change the nature of evidence, dependability, or prediction, and no statement becomes more valid if someone professes their support of it – we don’t get to vote on truth. While anyone may point out that their scripture says right there that it’s the word of god, so does everyone else’s scripture – these are facts. However, this doesn’t make the statements themselves factual, any more than, “Al is the smartest person in the universe, so sayeth the lord” – right there in plain sight in front of you – makes that statement factual. It is, in fact, completely neutral, neither truth nor lie, until it can be demonstrated either way – that’s what a fact is: a supported and demonstrable statement of condition (this one will be shown to be a lie very easily, just in case you suspect I’m getting all hubristic here.) One can deny all the facts they like in pursuit of their own personal feelgood mantra, but this has no impact on the facts themselves, nor does it tell us anything other than how much of an idiot that person is.

    Yet, even when we’re dealing with a situation that all boils down to a choice in the first place, this makes no difference whatsoever. Choices are not sacrosanct or protected; you may choose to hate Asians, but you’re still gonna catch shit for it, and rightfully so. Personal choice is strictly that: personal. It affects the individual and the individual alone. It applies to things like music and colors and food and other such trivialities. Anything, however, that has any affect on someone else whatsoever is no longer personal – this includes how someone votes, how they raise their kids, how they treat others, and even how they themselves expect to be treated for their choice. And if it’s been expressed publicly in any way, then it’s an invitation for commentary.

    This one’s amusing, so watch to see how often it occurs. Because an awful lot of people are just ducky with commentary – provided it’s in agreement with them. What’s considered inappropriate and unwarranted and rude is disagreement, and especially pointing out the flaws – which means it’s not judgment that they have difficulty with, but negative judgment (which is how you’ll find most people define “judgmental” anyway.) This is especially notable when it comes to religion, since people very often rely on the ‘good’ status that this is supposed to confer upon themselves, and get really testy when the vast evidence of this being ludicrous is brought to light.

    Underlying all of this, however, is what we might seek as a goal. There are a lot of people who feel that the only thing that should be done in all social interactions is make friends – don’t dare to give offense, don’t dare to question judgment, don’t dare to jeopardize warm fuzzy feelings. Which seems fine, for the average interaction. But society is not something that we find, but what we create and shape – it is our input, all of us, that produces what is acceptable, and how we should behave. Obviously, avoiding any confrontation at all when someone is behaving in an obnoxious, racist, privileged, or abusive manner is just tacit approval, and while that might be ideal for someone who’s scared of their own shadow (you know, that personal choice thing,) it hardly defines a working society and shouldn’t be considered a rule for all. It’s up to all of us – again, human beings – to express how we need to interact and what’s not going to fly in our community… and just how little sense something is making. History is full or brutal regimes that we look at askance, now, and wonder how everyone could have fallen for such nonsense. And the answer is, as a species, we’re pretty bad about simply huddling quietly within the status quo, no matter how goofy it is.

    And I’ve dealt with this argument many times before, but it’s going to come up alongside this topic anyway, so let’s tackle the whole ‘religion as a guide to ethics and morality’ angle. First off, see the bit up there about ‘all of us,’ to recognize that any religious guidance that purposefully excludes or marginalizes others without rational support is not social benefit, only privilege; we can marginalize criminal behavior because not doing so actually marginalizes the victims of it (I shouldn’t have to point this out, but there are always those who cannot grasp issues beyond the superficial.) The point of this all is to find what works best, not what’s personally indulgent. And arguments that anyone is simply following the word of god fall apart on three levels: the first being that anyone else may be following the word of theirs, somehow contradicting one’s own (imagine that); the second being that the utter foolishness of most scripture, outlined briefly above, is evidence of this not being the word of a god, and not even being the word of someone very bright; but worst, of course, is that the ‘personal choice’ argument has just been trashed again.

    Further trashing the argument of religious guidance is just how selective people are about following their own scripture, conveniently ignoring some of the more ridiculous aspects – but this is followed closely by how many ridiculous aspects there really are. Seriously, it’s child’s play to build a better society than what is dictated by scripture – any scripture – and all it takes is exercising a few moments of critical thought. Is this beneficial in any way? Does it marginalize someone who is doing no harm? Is this just here to make me feel superior? Naturally, one has to get down from their pedestal and start thinking objectively to do this, and that’s really damn hard for far too many people.

    But, you know, that’s what we’re here for, and by we, this time I mean those who are not afraid to point out the flaws and manipulations and outright horseshit that keeps arising, shockingly enough, when it comes to religious influence. Some people are not going to like it, certainly, and they’re welcome to argue their case in the marketplace of ideas – invited, even. Let’s see what produces a better society. Because the whole aspect of not liking negative judgment is that we, as a species, actively seek social approval – it’s what is necessary for a cooperative species. Upon finding that we don’t have this approval, we can whine about it of course, or we can present a rational case that it should be approved and why, or we can seek that which is approved. The whiners, more times than not, feel they have something to lose by pursuing either remaining option – I’ll let you imagine what that might be.

    There’s one more thing that I feel obligated to highlight, because an awful lot of people cannot grasp this point. At no time, in this post or anywhere else, have I argued that religion needs to go away, or that religious people should be actively censured from public view in any manner, and for the vast majority of cases, neither has any outspoken atheist. Censorship is the tool of those who don’t have supportable ideas, who cannot face competition and need to eradicate it – see above about decrying criticism to begin with, but also the bits about trying to block evolution in schools and all that. I’m more than happy to trash religion, and give plenty of reasons behind it – and anyone else is welcome to rebut them if they can; I welcome the debate, actually. That’s quite a bit different from repression.

    Around the pond

    Just a few photos from the nearby pond, mostly recent, without a lot of exposition to go along.

    unknown katydid silhouetted against pond reflection
    An unidentified orthopteran, what I suspect is a meadow katydid, poses atop a button bush that’s showing the impact of the lateness of the season and the sparse rain in the past. In the thin line of undergrowth bordering the pond right below it, I was spotting various mantids and had examined the upper branches carefully in the hopes of producing just this kind of photo, only with a mantis instead.

    juvenile Carolina mantis Stagmomantis carolina, probably femaleIn fact, this small section of bushes was home to several specimens of Carolina mantis (Stagmomantis carolina,) smaller than the Chinese mantis but native rather than introduced. Which of course raises the question of how we determine “introduced,” since the similarities between the two species are much greater than that between, say, a Carolina mantis and a shield bug, or really anything else. Chances are the species was also introduced to North America well in the past, before being taxonomically described in the 18th century as a “native” then. At some point I’ll look up the genetic comparison between them.

    Now that I’m finding more, I’ve been looking into them more closely, and apparently the males are the ones usually sporting the brown “urban camo” coloration while the females remain green – not a trait that holds true for the Chinese mantis, where either sex can be either color. And shortly I’ll be back with more about that species, because I just tumbled across another detail that I’m not going to go into here.

    pregnant female Carolina mantis Stagmomantis carolina
    I get the impression that the Carolina mantis has a much shorter lifespan or season than the Chinese, because these definitely appeared much later in the year, and while most of the ones I’m finding are juvenile, I still spotted a pregnant one soon to produce an egg sac. Either than or it was an undersized Chinese. But you can see the swollen abdomen reappearing from behind the leaf to the left.

    blue dasher dragonfly Pachydiplax longipennis on partially submerged pine branchA month ago, when we’d been for a long period without rain, the water developed a notable patina of algae which would produce interesting patterns with the input of a breeze, and I took the opportunity to shoot some semi-abstracts when a blue dasher dragonfly (Pachydiplax longipennis) posed on a mostly-submerged pine branch. With two weeks of downpours introducing fresh water, the algae is mostly gone now and the pond level back where it belongs, even though many plants were hit too hard by the lack of rain to fully recover this year.

    a pair of six-spotted fishing spiders Dolomedes triton
    In a quieter portion of the pond, some of the algae was still vaguely visible while I watched a pair of six-spotted fishing spiders (Dolomedes triton) hanging out. This gives a good idea of the disparity of sizes in which they can be found, though this post gives a better one – the larger one here is about 20mm in body length, pushing 60mm in leg spread. I hadn’t even spotted the smaller one when I took this image, but it became a bit more apparent when its movement aroused the attention of the larger one, which gave brief chase across the water surface. Protecting its territory? Maybe, maybe not.

    six-spotted fishing spider Dolomedes triton on leaf eating another spider
    A few days later in the same location, I watched one which might have been the same smaller specimen, and on close examination found that it possessed a meal, certainly another spider. Same species, as in, cannibalism? Perhaps, I can’t be sure – I’ve watched fishing spiders snag one another before. One emergent trait of evolution is the tendency to favor one’s own genetic line, and this shows in a lot of species (including our own.) Among the spiders, it not only means any other species of spider is an acceptable food source, it might also mean that any spider not obviously a sibling is one too, and the disparity in size is a good indication of not being related. However, if food is scarce enough, even a sibling might be fair game – one example of the genetic line surviving is all that’s ‘necessary,’ and better than both dying out because neither can find acceptable food.

    And just a quick one to prove that, while I’m definitely paying attention to the arthropods, I won’t pass up the opportunity to shoot something else.

    yellow-bellied pond slider Trachemys scripta scripta being curious
    This turtle, probably a yellow-bellied pond slider (Trachemys scripta scripta,) was being atypically bold when I approached the water’s edge to look for the fishing spiders again. Likely because of the large number of people who let their dogs leap into the water here, the turtles tend to be very shy and disappear quickly on approach, but this one kept a casual eye on me even when I came within four meters, so I did a few quick shots – I liked this one for the reflection of the branches and the inclusion of two rust-colored dragonflies. I know you won’t believe me when I tell you they were not the primary photo subjects, but I only have myself to blame for that.

    Photos from today, and yet another mantis update, will be along shortly.

    Do over

    The Girlfriend’s Younger Sprog got in a very minor traffic accident today, which changed my plans for the day a little bit. Nothing serious, no one hurt, and minimal damage all around. However…

    You (naturally) remember christmas two years back when she was presented with a topical tire cover for her newly-acquired car. So, guess what the only damage to the vehicle was?

    Tardis tire cover casualty
    I… just… [sigh]

    As it is, The Girlfriend’s sea turtle tire cover (also at that link) has been showing its age, since these are only vinyl covers and it’s North Carolina – not as harsh as Florida would be, but close enough. So I’ve been planning on painting a new one for her anyway, and have been just trying to schedule it in. Now, it looks like I’ll be doing two. It isn’t a big issue – when I was first told about the accident, I figured I’d probably be replacing some lights and possibly doing some light body work, so this is nothing in comparison.

    There are two little bright spots, though. The first is, the TARDIS was almost entirely careful masking, so it’s not that hard even though it’s a bit time-consuming. But the second is, I’ve been asked twice if I would paint one of these for someone else; I passed on the first, and gave a rough quote for the second. So it might just be that I pin down my time and procedures on this go-around, and offer it to others as well for a specific fee. It won’t be cheap – these are still hand-painted and take some time – but it might be a little sideline income. We’ll see what happens.

    More coming shortly.

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