Can’t beatify that with a stick

I debated a little about tackling this one, since the entire post would belabor the irrelevance of the pursuit and thus the further irrelevance of the post that addressed it, but then I remembered that this is a blog and exactly what it’s intended for. And so, the wall of text below. Any insights into rational examination and critical thinking that might be gained are purely accidental and should in no way detract from the pointlessness of the topic.

So, the catholic church has, against all expectations (oh yeah – sarcasm is a necessary condiment here,) approved the canonization of AnjezĂ« Gonxhe Bojaxhiu, AKA mother teresa, thereby making her a saint in their eyes. That sounds a little snarky, but the truth is, the catholic church is the only one that concerns itself with sainthood and the properties that this is supposed to delineate. To say that catholicism is rigidly structured is bending understatement unmercifully, something that a few people have pointed out over the years, and the practice and structure of beatification and canonization is a curious one. It’s become even more curious with the recent changes to the processes, themselves raising interesting questions about what is actually taking place.

Beatification, despite sounding like something Tyler Durden would do, is basically a recognition that some particular deceased figure – virtually always a major figure within the church itself – has been accepted into heaven. Not only is this considered a major accomplishment/privilege/entitlement, it is bestowed only by the holy see, an ‘administrative’ branch of the papacy. Those familiar with other branches of christianity may find it curious that achieving heaven receives so much attention – one would think that a lot of people should be managing this – but the primary point is both veneration, the recognition by the catholic church that this is a major player, and most especially it’s the first, necessary step towards canonization and the pronouncement of sainthood. The church itself changed the beatification process back in the 1600s, taking the power away from bishops and locking it solely within the holy see, but under pope john paul ii, the process was changed again – while he was pope, more figures received beatification than in the entire history of the papacy after the power was removed from the bishops’ hands; over 1,300 people achieved this lofty entitlement.

Then we get to the process of canonization. Originally, one could only become a saint if they had been martyred for their beliefs, but some centuries back it was changed to include figures of great impact – and some time later, figures of lesser impact. By all accounts within the church, this recognition/selection requires a rigorous examination of the person’s sanctity, actions, and most especially the attribution of their impact through a post-mortem miracle. This is where it gets the most interesting.

Now, believe it or not, I’m wholly behind the idea of miracles being used to establish anyone’s special status, or indeed as evidence of any supernatural power whatsoever – in fact, that’s pretty much what I would require as evidence in the first place. But it all depends on what, exactly, a miracle is, doesn’t it? The popular conception is some physical occurrence that could not possibly take place under normal physics, or at least a circumstance so enormously improbable as to lend a lot of weight in that direction. When we’re talking supernatural influences and the power of an omnipotent being, not only is this not too much to ask, it’s really the only thing that could establish such traits in the first place. But in the vast majority of cases, miracles claimed by any religious folk hew a lot closer to moderately unlikely scenarios – a little better than finding a parking space right in front of the store, but not a lot better.

In the case of canonization, the miracle must take place after someone prays to the figure in question – again, this is never a living person. The evidence – mostly testimony, because little of physical evidence is ever available – is presented to the holy see for their judgment. If they consider the evidence is adequate, then everything is golden. Let’s pause for a second and consider the idea that there must be a kind of trial to determine if supernatural intervention really did take place – you know, despite the concept of infinite power and ability. The fact that a question could even be raised should make one wonder what the definition of miracle really is, or should be.

In the particular case of mother teresa, the miracle was the spontaneous curing of a woman’s cancerous tumor with the proximity of a locket associated with teresa. Only, it wasn’t actually cancer, but a cyst. For which the woman was receiving medical attention at the time. Not even the woman’s husband attests to the miraculous cure, much less the doctors. Spontaneous remissions do indeed take place; medical science has thousands of documented cases, even with cancers. As for remissions following treatment, well, that’s what medicine is supposed to do – that’s why we use it. So the idea of this being a miracle that establishes the divine nature of teresa seems pretty damn weak – but it was good enough for the holy see.

Moreover, another of john paul ii’s changes was the reduction in power, scope, and purpose of the office of advocatus diaboli, or devil’s advocate; this was the ‘skeptical’ side of the canonization process, the office tasked with questioning whether miracles really did take place, and/or whether the individual had actually lived up to the standards of sainthood. Notably, after these changes the number of saints approved by the church simply exploded, especially with, as seen above, some pretty loose standards for declaring ‘miracles.’

We’ll pause again and digest this for a second. We are being asked to believe (no, actually, we’re not; the nature of churches is that we’re told to and expected to believe) that the standards for declaring miracles and piety were formerly too high, and that real miracles were being dismissed because of unrealistic standards. Within the church, mind you. How such mistakes could have been made, and how it was determined afterward, is left to the imagination – and has to be, because how exactly does one prove supernatural influence when by definition and nature it provides no evidence?

It’s nice that only one miracle is required, out of… how many people praying for them to occur? No one knows, I suspect, nor even tries to count. Doing so would produce a statistical value that places such things enormously below, for instance, not just routine medical treatment, but even spontaneous remissions. This token effort, taken by teresa’s soul after she died, thus achieves the highest accolade the catholic church can bestow.

Let’s step back and perform a simple comparison with the scientific method, just for shits and giggles. Any scientific study must openly demonstrate and document all of the steps that were taken to ensure that the results were not caused by some other influence; in other words, the tentative conclusion of any paper or study, or even the suggestion of the possibility, must show at least some effort to eradicate any mistakes. You know, like the office of devil’s advocate that was pretty much dismissed by the catholic church. That’s just for initial publication. Then, it goes through peer review, and then duplication, and then expansion and refinement. The purpose of all of this is not to establish some scientists’ names as venerable or whatever, but to derive something of lasting value and impact – advancement, to put it bluntly. New medicine, new technology, better procedures, more useful practices. Something we can use. And despite all of that stuff listed above, that’s the acid test: it must work. Everything that we use right now, the computer you’re reading this on to the painkiller you took after getting home from work, went through this process, in most cases countless processes, to establish themselves as useful to us. That’s the point of doing it all, isn’t it? Why announce a new ‘scientific discovery’ if there’s no use it can be put to, and it doesn’t work when we try? One can call it rigorous if they like, but it’s not – it’s simply necessary.

Which brings us to what sainthood really accomplishes. Certainly, someone being cured of any kind of illness is a great thing – no argument from me. Even if it’s a tiny statistical nubbin of them, that’s more than without, right? Worthy of great praise? Well, no – great praise should follow great accomplishments, not sporadic flukes. Again, how many people prayed for cures and whatnot and received nothing? Why? What happened there?

Maybe we should put it down to god’s plan, as I’m sure is the very next argument that would be proposed – it’s a great favorite, after all. But then this raises the question of what prayer, or even teresa’s marvelous interventions, are actually accomplishing. Are we claiming that the plan was changed by teresa or the person praying? I don’t have to point out all the errors and presumptions here, do I? But if the plan remains the same, then what is teresa, or any prayer, supposed to be doing?

Yet, there’s a much worse aspect lying just under the surface, ignored very often by the devout. Making any claim at all that praying to teresa might accomplish something can have vast negative effects, even if it’s accurate. People that believe that there can be divine intervention may be (and very often are) willing to ignore the conventional treatments or actions, the same ones that work thousands of times better every day; the churches (and by this I mean far more than simply the catholic church) don’t exactly make the effort to point out the capriciousness and random nature of such claimed miracles. If anyone wants to pray along with utilizing the proven effective methods of treatment, fine, go nuts, no harm done. But instead of? Is any church, anywhere, responsible enough, caring enough, honest enough, to make this distinction clear?

Further, there’s the psychological aspect that occurs with that capricious and random number of ‘cures’ through intercessory prayer. In effect, “Why didn’t teresa/god/quetzalcoatl grace me with a cure? Why am I forsaken?” And while the most frequent answer, again, is that whole ‘god’s plan’ copout, there’s also the accusation, sometimes unspoken but not always, of not being devout enough, of failing somehow, or being undeserving. Immersed in a culture of god’s importance, and most especially that judicial nature, this isn’t minor baggage; it can be pretty destructive to someone’s perceived self-image. And it has another unintended consequence, which we’ll touch on in just a moment.

I’ve played around with disingenuous questions in this post, but with good reason: if I simply pointed out my conclusions, a lot of people would make assumptions that I was being automatically dismissive, or biased or whatever. And I’ll continue with one more, which is the question of what the catholic church needs with a gamut of new saints. Were there too few for people to pray to? Were these saints, existing outside of time and space, somehow backlogged with prayer requests? No, this couldn’t be the case, because the church isn’t actually bestowing amazing powers on mortal souls, but simply recognizing their existence; the only change might be getting attention to these saints so people could pray to a greater selection. I will leave the speculations on the value of this to the reader. Either way, though, we should be seeing a much greater number of catholics recovering from life-threatening illnesses, as well as surviving plane crashes and getting ideal parking spots, from this rapidly-expanded cadre of saints. That must be the value of these efforts, right?

No, I’m not fooled. There’s no doubt in my mind that the catholic church is involved in nothing more than a massive PR campaign, attempting to make their beliefs and structure appear relevant and pertinent to as many people as possible. While there is an overwhelming amount of evidence that mother teresa was a horrible person, victimizing the poor and desperate in order to promote both piety and her strange idea of grace through suffering, that wasn’t enough to keep her from the ranks of the utmost within the church. She garnered millions of dollars in donations, ostensibly for the care of the ill and destitute in India, though nobody really knows where the hell this money went; it certainly did not go into her many hospitals. And neither did she; in her failing health, she opted to get treated in California rather than her native Kolkata. Even the mayor of that city himself cannot credit her with any improvements over the decades that she was active.

Note, too, that while the church has found her exemplary in her faith, this did not affect her own illness in any way – she received no miraculous cures, and died as doctors and our vast experience with healthcare predicted; her health history was exactly as we would expect from someone her age, unaltered by anything untoward or even unusual. So I guess the church really does need more saints, as the one(s) she chose to pray too didn’t do much of anything for her.

But here’s where the efforts of the church backfire a bit. Because the lack of real results, the dearth of cures and benefits and even a reason to believe that praying to some saint accomplishes anything at all, is what starts the ball rolling; that’s often the very first step to disbelief. Big promises can only result in big payoffs – or big failures. But I don’t expect anyone to take my word for it – I just encourage everyone to look sharply and critically at anything and everything. Go ahead and watch for the upsurge in catholic recoveries and survivals. Just, you know, in addition to the proven effective treatments.

Monday color 2,683

bumblebees raiding coneflowers
This one’s been sitting in my blog folder since June, waiting for an opportunity, and it will serve nicely in this interim until I get time for more substantial posts. The coneflowers clearly look a bit past peak, but the bees didn’t seem hampered by this, so it’s probably our perceptive biases.

This is another instance where the muted, low contrast light of a deep-haze/semi-overcast sky worked better for the colors than bright sunlight would have – there are more subtleties, less harshness. The shadows don’t become too deep, nor the highlights too bright. Once again, low contrast light for high contrast subjects, and vice versa; it also helps to have some pre-programmed settings on the camera that will assist in those directions, ones you can switch to instantly. This way, you can change subject matter more often without having to return when the light is better.

Podcast: Necessary research

green sea turtle Chelonia mydas patient at Georgia Sea Turtle Center, Jekyll Island
Okay, I finally got enough time and an adequate frame of mind to tackle the Savannah/Jekyll Island trip – or at least part of it. You may note that, while I talk about cleverly handling a schedule in the podcast, I never actually said when I would get around to this, so I’m not behind schedule at all.

As before, I am including a few images to help illustrate the narrative, if I may use such an overblown word. This time around, it doesn’t matter too much if you jump ahead. But maybe later it will, so this could be good practice for you.

Walkabout podcast – Necessary research

Did you get to the part discussing the Georgia Sea Turtle Center yet? Good – you can now scroll down to the next three pics below. You can also check out my previous visits to the center here, and here, mostly for the images – the information hasn’t changed in any significant way.

green sea turtle Chelonia mydas missing right forelimb, during veterinary exam

diamondback terrapin Malaclemys terrapin juveniles hanging outAbove, a green sea turtle (Chelonia mydas) during its veterinary exam – I did not think to check the info board on this one to find out what the missing forelimb was attributed to; while many injuries to sea turtles come through encounters with boats, fishing gear, and garbage, wounds of this nature are often caused by sharks, which can target the limbs easier than the armored torso. Many of the shark attacks on humans come from the exact same trait, as sharks see the arms and legs of surfers dangling in the water to either side of a surfboard from underneath, and register the silhouette as a turtle. Most such injuries to humans are bite-and-release, not because the sharks are as sporting as fishermen (or at least we don’t think so,) but because the taste and texture is all wrong and sharks don’t consider humans as a food source.

To the left, two of many very young diamondback terrapins (Malaclemys terrapin) hanging out in their little “day care center” until they are big and healthy enough to release – you gotta love that shell pattern. They measured approximately 3cm in carapace length. The numbers painted on their backs were used just to tell them apart for medical records and not, as I was told, because the staff raced them after hours, disappointing me greatly. Why would you waste such an opportunity?

Below, a shot showing the lovely shell pattern of another green sea turtle – the plastic pipe in the pool is weighted and primed with vegetable matter when feeding time comes around, letting the turtle pluck its food from the bottom in imitation of natural behavior. Green sea turtles, by the way, primarily get their name from the color of their fat, and occasionally their skin like the exam image above; the shells are usually various shades of brown as seen here.

green sea turtle Chelonia mydas showing gorgeous shell pattern

Now, you can wait here until I talk about heading out to get sunset photos on Driftwood Beach…

While you’ve already seen the better version of this photo sequence, I’m posting this one because it shows what the sunset itself looked like; the sun’s someplace behind that weird cloud bank. The horizon colors allowed from some vibrant backgrounds only with selective cropping.

fishing boat against obscured sunset

ContemplationMeanwhile, I haven’t the faintest idea who this is, but she was posed enigmatically on the railing as I approached the fishing pier on the north end of the island, so I positioned myself for the best framing I could, lucky enough that no one else was visible on the pier at the time but unlucky enough not to have any rich colors extending to the sky behind her. It’s a useful illustration of how photography often works; the pier had plenty of people on it, mostly night fishermen, but without capturing any it appears completely empty and the isolation of the lone woman is paramount. Yet, when compared against the other images taken the same evening, these colors seem flat, but had you not seen those, you probably would not have been aware of any lack and could accept the delicate sky as it was.

Below, the view from the same fishing pier northeast across the sound to St Simon’s Island and the lighthouse thereon, as a few late beachcombers stroll on the sand. Some of the driftwood that gives the beach its name can be seen, but it occurs to pedantic me that this is a misnomer; the dead trees all come from right there, as the shifting shoreline encroaches on the forested area, so none of this is actually driftwood. Now, when the wave action tears them free and carries them someplace else, then they’re driftwood, but they’re appearing on some other beach by that time. I suppose, for the sake of convenience, we’ll just assume that they were all carried back by the waves and are appropriately named.

Driftwood Beach Jekyll Island at dusk with St Simon's Island light in background

Okay, if you’re still practicing your good behavior without jumping ahead, you should be waiting here until I mention getting back from chasing crabs and starting a photo session in the bathroom.

living sand dollar order Clypeasteroida beginning to bury itself
From much later that evening, one of the images I was taking in the bathroom of the motel as the others slept. You can easily tell this is a sand dollar, a type of sea urchin (order Clypeasteroida,) and it’s just starting to industriously bury itself in the sand after I placed it in a good position to photograph; the mouth is the opening to the left of center. By the way, if you hold one in your hand for a bit, you can feel it begin to crawl sideways in an attempt to find sand to conceal itself within.

And one more capture from the day, again stirred up from the seabottom near shore quite easily. I have no actual idea what this is; I had initially thought it was an anemone of sorts, but nothing that I’ve found so far matches, and I wish now that I’d taken more broad illustrative photos (I did not bring any specimens home with me as I am not maintaining a saltwater tank.) Overall, the species had the appearance of a thick kind of lily pad about 15mm across, with a stem (without roots) extending up to a thick oval body along one downturned edge. The underside was pale, while the top side was pinkish-red but covered in pale spots; each of these spots produced an individual trunk capped with, it appears, eight pseudopods or ‘arms’ after resting undisturbed in the water for a short time. Every anemone that I’ve found seems to have the trunk and arms, but are thus individual specimens – this was, to all appearances, a single organism producing a group of feeding trunks. If you have any ideas whatsoever, let me know, because I’m stumped.
unknown marine invertebrate species

An abstract for August

hermit crab trails on Driftwood Beach Jekyll Island Georgia
Okay, this one is quite a bit more abstract than some of the previous, so I feel better now. In fact, it is only that small leaf at lower left that provides some scale to begin to give a little context – I wish I’d shot a few frames without it, but I wasn’t thinking about it at the time. So go ahead, using that clue that I wantonly handed you, figure out what it is you’re looking at.

Of course, your experience with drainage and crustaceans instantly announced that this is an image of hermit crab trails across a tidal flat – Driftwood Beach on the northern tip of Jekyll Island, to be exact (and chances are, thinstripe hermit crabs, Clibanarius vittatus, judging from the others that I found.) Less than an hour after sunrise, the low light angle gave a lot of definition to the minor variations in the sand, and the breeze hadn’t yet dried it out and started erasing it, so this was probably the best time to photograph such things. In fact, “When is the best time to photograph hermit crab trails across a tidal flat?” is probably the most frequent question asked within the comments (as you can see,) so I’m happy to provide this little illustration. Always there for my readers…

I don’t think so

Neuse River rocks and ripplesMr. Bugg actually had the temerity to say that he was going to post something from today’s outing before I could. Yeah, that’s right – the same guy who’s been letting his ‘Wednesday Color’ posts slide for weeks now. I put it all down to the arrogance of youth. I am the post master. Never mind that my trip posts are still waiting; they’re ripening, awaiting the perfect time to appear, mellow and full-bodied. That’s how it’s done properly.

You won’t catch me altering dates on my posts to try and hide the fact that I missed my schedule, either. Unlike, you know, some people…

Little so-and-so…

Not yet

unidentified crab alongside foot on Driftwood Beach Jekyll Island
I have been hoping to get some time to start posting again, especially after this trip, but it has been eluding me – when I actually have a few minutes set aside, there have either been too many people around (impossible to try and write anything,) or I’ve been ill. Posts are coming, within the next few days is my plan, but in the meantime, another beachy shot. I haven’t tried finding out what species of crab this is – it looks a lot like the marsh crabs I used to see in Florida – but I suspect the photo is evidence enough that I had initially mistaken it for an insect. I mean, it is an arthropod, but like most people, I treat crustaceans as something else entirely, and not the cousins of the various insects we see every day.

Even as simple as this image is, you can tell it’s a sunrise shot – those little clues are absorbed subconsciously.

More later on…

Working on it

fishing boat in St Simons Sound at sunset
Once again, the sunset wasn’t up to snuff, but by being selective over the view and finding another element to work with, I got something that I like. The locale is St Simon’s Sound off of Jekyll Island, which should give you a hint as to where we spent the weekend – this was from Sunday evening and I’m just getting around to posting it now, if you can actually call this a post. More will be along eventually – just trying to get past a few other things first.

But this makes two trips to work on scenic and landscape shots; after a long spell without any such opportunities, I feel spoiled this year. That’s not right – gonna have to try and correct this.

Wednesday color

Haven’t done one in a while, so let’s go big…

unidentified blue flower against terra cotta pot
I dunno, Wednesday just seems like an odd day to do a color post. I mean, it’s current, since this was shot yesterday morning, but just… Wednesday, you know? It kinda bugs me. I’ll probably have to go back to Mondays…

Getting back to abnormal

juvenile Chinese mantis Tenodera sinensis night portrait
For the past few weeks, I have had little time to chase arthropod pics, and even less time to blog about it, but I’m able to catch up a little now. Some of these images are from before that busy time, and some are ‘current.’

I haven’t been keeping up with the mantises as I did last year, but that’s partially because only two are able to be found dependably. Above, one of them provides a distracted pose at night (as indicated by the dark eyes,) obviously less concerned with me getting into its personal space than with something off to frame right. This one was still a juvenile, but getting pretty big now.

Some nine hours earlier during daylight I had followed what might have been the same one, but it was paying even less attention to me, which does not help my crippling insecurity one little bit. The sudden change of head position to a sharp downward angle is a good indication that it saw something, but for a short while I couldn’t make out what, and rashly thought it was chasing shadows.

Chinese mantis Tenodera sinensis watching possible prey
The mantis was perched on the voluminous phlox plants, which provide lots of layers and hiding places, and after a bit I caught some motion myself, which turned out to be a small jumping spider making its way among the leaves and stems. Its path carried it away from the danger zone near the mantis, and eventually it emerged into a clear enough area that I could fire off a few frames, including one dramatic pose as it waved its forelegs in the air.

unidentified jumping spider portrait
While this might be considered a threat display or even a greeting, it was more likely ‘sniffing’ the air, since spiders have sensory hairs on their forelegs. I have so far been unable to identify this species, even though those yellow pedipalps and median legs are distinctive. Feel free to enlighten me.

unidentified jumping spider in breeding nestAs it ambled along, I saw a rolled leaf in the middle distance (for a small spider, at least) ahead of it, and suspected that this was its destination. Unwilling to disappoint me, the spider quickly made its way up the stem in question and disappeared into the rolled leaf, appearing briefly at the other side long enough for me to fire off a shot. Some spiders make breeding nests out of rolled leaves, as you no doubt remember, stitching the sides together with webbing to make a shelter for their eggs. In some cases at least, it seems this also serves as the honeymoon suite, to which the eager suitor must gain permission to enter or face the wrath of the female. If I ever find myself with too little to do and appropriate weather (meaning, not as hot as fuckinghell,) I’ll have to stake out one of these bowers and try to get a sequence of photos of the courtship – I’ve managed it once, solely by chance, and watched a couple of unsuccessful attempts.

A little later on, I shifted the leaf shelter up sightly so I could get a look down inside, producing a curious perspective on the inhabitant. You have to appreciate how the reflections from the primary eyes form the appearance of a pupil, lending a horrified look to the spider that isn’t seen at all in the earlier portrait shot above.

unidentified jumping spider within shelter
The two mantises I can find dependably reside, for now anyway, on the Japanese maple tree, which sits above the phlox patch. I missed their emergence into adulthood (I probably wasn’t going to top last year’s observations of this anyway,) but I’m still keeping an eye out for courtship and/or the laying of the eggs. Today I chased a couple of images just for the updates, even though I wasn’t capturing any behavior or captivating poses – as I said, it’s been a while and I needed to get back into the swing of things. One of them wasn’t posing very readily and was in a tough position under one branch of the short tree, but I fired off a shot anyway, which resulted in a peculiar ‘moonlight’ ambiance; this was because the front window of the house was in the background, and I was at a direct-enough angle to bounce the flash burst right back into the lens, thankfully not too brightly.

Chinese mantis Tenodera sinensis in faux moonlight
Chinese mantis Tenodera sinensis from slightly varied positionI’ll also take this opportunity to illustrate a simple but important, and often forgotten, facet of macro photography. As I did some portraits of the other mantis since it was slightly more cooperative, I was able to do some comparison shots. Both of these were taken only moments apart without the mantis moving more than a fraction; the difference comes from my position. I saw the antenna falling in front of one compound eye, as well as the leaf in the immediate background lining up right behind the mantis’ head, and shifted position slightly, framing the head against darkness instead and dropping below the antenna – the change also allowed the flash to illuminate the forelegs better. Such a trivial amount of effort to significantly improve the photo, and all it takes is an awareness of the background (including knowing that it will become sharper as the aperture closes down.) Increasing contrast at the point of focus always helps draw the viewer’s eye, done in this case by framing the bright green head against the blackness instead of the green leaves, and the complementary lines of leaves and mantis body are a nice bonus. Don’t get me wrong – I don’t consider this high art, but it’s a nice comparison illustration, and the more of this you can accomplish the stronger your images will be.

While in the garden store this morning, in a nursery greenhouse section, The Girlfriend and I heard a strong call within the building, one that I was pretty sure I recognized. I stopped dead and started tracing the sound, and was lucky enough to have the call repeat as I was closing in – no, I did not have the sound recorder with me, nor the camera; rotten foresight for a nature photographer, I know. I took down one hanging plant, started poking around in the leaves, and sure enough found the culprit, a green treefrog (Hyla cinerea) tucked up against a leaf. It had either ridden along when the plants were brought into the building, or had come in through the vent in the greenhouse ceiling, but it wasn’t a very good habitat for a treefrog given the lack of food insects. With some comical fumbling we managed to capture it and tuck it among the items we were buying, bringing it back home to release it onto the plants in the backyard pond.

green treefrog Hyla cinerea perched reluctantly on pond plantBy this time I had the camera ready, and did a quick photo session with the transplant, who may or may not decide to remain in the area; either way, it has much better access to food, shelter, and potential mates than the interior of Home Depot. Treefrogs do not spend much time at all in the water, but they do need to remain moist, and will deposit their eggs in or near the water so the hatching tadpoles are in the right environment. I’m fairly certain we had a grey treefrog hatching last year, and at present there are five juvenile green frogs (Lithobates clamitans, the more aquatic and non-tree-climbing cousins) living within the pond, though the tadpoles seem to have vanished quickly for unknown reasons. We’ll just have to see what happens.

So I’ll close with one more portrait, because you can never have too much green in a post, right? That’s the way I look at it, anyway.

green treefrog Hyla cinerea portrait, whose name is not Frank

It goes like… this?

butterflies on flower cluster
I doubt there are a lot of photographers that run into this kind of thing, but on occasion, I’ll be editing photos and find myself unsure of how the image should be oriented. You see, I might take photos at any angle – lying on my back aiming up at the underside of leaves, or leaning over sideways from a small patch of secure footing to get the right perspective on a reptile or insect – and at times it’s not obvious if I intended a horizontal or vertical format for the image. It’s an issue that I don’t imagine many portrait photographers run into.

I don’t have the auto-orientation options activated on my cameras and thumbnail viewing program, and I’m not sure it would help – how accurate is it for a camera aimed roughly skyward from ground level? (The program I use for viewing and sorting, by the way, is FastStone Image Viewer, which is truly excellent and highly recommended.) The backgrounds are often no help at all. Our impression is that flowers grow up and butterflies land on top, but we all know those ideas are not dependable. And some of the photos work fine either way. I’ll be tooling along, reviewing frames, and stop to wonder if I should be rotating these or not. They look okay…

butterflies on flower cluster… but then I rotate them and say to myself, You know, I think they go this way. I mean, if you want the most accurate rendition for these images, the first thing you’d have to do is lay your monitor back almost flat, since I was probably aiming largely downward from above, but that’s the best I can tell you. And if I’m having this much trouble knowing, then it likely doesn’t make any difference – pick the orientation that you like best and boom, you got the right one as far as I’m concerned.

One of these days I’ll have to have someone shoot a few frames of me while I’m tackling some of the more inconvenient subjects, just to show the goofy shit I do sometimes. About the most awkward one that I recall immediately was shooting with the camera completely upside-down, hanging from the inverted center-column under the tripod, but on more than a couple of occasions, I’ve realized that the muscles in my neck or lower back were really protesting, indicating that my position was far from normal. If I get what I was after, then I’m good, but, yeah, when the shoulder-bag is in imminent danger of swinging from its position on the back of my hip down to crash into my subject, or even into the water, that’s not exactly a pose you’d find in clothing catalogs, is it?

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