No peeking!

extremely shy spider that looks like Bane
Here we have more archive images while the winter slump goes on. I haven’t tried to find out what kind of spider this is, because with the lack of any distinctive markings or body shape, the next best guide is the eye pattern – obviously there’s some difficulty here. This little squirt’s defensive posture seems like it should be quite effective, at least at first glance, and note how the leg segments and joints all line up so well.

But then I got to thinking, because the abdomen is left pretty exposed, as it is with the newborn wolf spiders when riding atop mom’s back, so is this less vulnerable than the cephalothorax (head/forebody)? If the chitin on the abdomen is so effective, why would this not extend across the entire body? I would think the joints present a certain degree of vulnerability, but here the spider presents half of them right out in front. So perhaps the idea isn’t necessarily protection against a direct attack, but simply hiding the standard spider profile from those predators that recognize it to mean, “food.” I could also have caught it too soon after waking up and it was embarrassed about its appearance.

And, looking at the hairs on the legs, I wondered if the view out between them was much better than the view in, like those girls who somehow see through their bangs. A close examination of another frame in the sequence, where I had rolled the spider onto its side a little more, answered that question.

spider anterior median eye visible between legs
See it? There’s just one eye visible between the first two legs on the left side, the spider probably none too thrilled with the camera looming this close. But just in case, here’s another version where I highlighted the eye.

peeking spider eye highlighted
Also visible are the tiny pairs of claws on the end of each foot, the ones that enable spiders to run up walls and across ceilings, but don’t work so well on smooth plastic buckets.

It’s funny. I’ve been around spiders enough to know that they’re often incredibly shy and timid, or at least a functioning analog of such since I doubt arthropods really have emotions that we would recognize, and I see these images as illustrating it very well. But I strongly suspect others might see them entirely differently, even as menacing. I would solicit opinions, but (in case it’s escaped attention) comments are few and far between, and the people who might give the most contradictory answers are the ones who don’t read these posts, for, uh, exactly that reason I guess. So yeah, probably a waste of time.

Unlike the rest of the post, of course…

Monday color 1

iris flowers after ice stormWhen I did the color post at the end of the year, I had selected quite a few different images, many of which did not make the cut because they were too similar to others, or I needed more reds, or a horizontal format instead of a vertical (yes, this confirms that I actually put some attention into posting, despite rumors otherwise.) So, since it’s the slow season and the weather’s yucky, I decided to feature one a week, on Mondays, just to brighten things up a little. They are scheduled to post very early so you can see them first thing in the morning if necessary. I’ve actually got enough already sized to last into June, so perhaps I’ll continue this throughout the year.

This one came from the ice storms last year – you can see other examples in this post, and this one.

Its spit is your grave

spittlebug nymph with victims of defensive foamWell, okay, only if you’re a tiny arthropod and encounter it directly. No, that’s not exactly right either, because it’s hardly a grave, is it? Maybe I should have abandoned that title…

We’re going back in the photo archives for this one, seeing as how no one has gotten off their ass to ban winter. During warmer months, you may have spotted a blob of foam on a plant, often in the forks or at the base of leaf stems, and wondered what it was – it very likely appeared a little different from what I’m showing here, but this isn’t typical, it just illustrates traits a little better. Wonder no more, however, because what you saw was the protective behavior of a spittlebug nymph.

There are a few varieties, and I have no good method of identifying which species the nymph belongs to, so this will remain vague for now. They are hemipterans, ‘true bugs,’ meaning they have piercing/sucking mouthparts, in this case to draw out plant juices like the leafhoppers and cicadas do. Some time back I posted about the sharpshooters, and the volume of waste that they produce, and later about a curious substance produced by adult spittlebugs – these species are related and have similar feeding habits. Long story short: they feed on plant sap but derive very little sustenance from it, so they must cycle a lot of it through; basically, it means they’re almost perpetually weeing while feeding. The sharpshooters fling it away, the adult spittlebugs might simply drip, but the nymphs have developed an interesting defensive trait, which is to pump the stuff full of air and surround themselves with bubbles. In this image, two unidentified arthropods have run afoul of the sticky defense and drowned within – those are the two darker shapes towards the bottom of the drip – while the spittlebug nymph itself is the yellowish shape at the top.

From research just now, the nymph’s spit is likely acrid-tasting, certainly far more viscous than plant sap, but is there anything else to it? For instance, was it actually toxic to the two victims seen here or simply too sticky to escape from? As yet, I don’t know. I also don’t know how the sticky little bugger breathes while in there. I’ve commented before that most arthropods breathe through openings along their sides called spiracles, and in the case of the spittlebug it seems like it may be related to the shape of the plates along the underside of their abdomen called tergites (singular tergum.) This doesn’t help answer the question at all, since this is the last location I would think could be useful in breathing while submerged in sputum.

spittlebug nymph close-up
Here’s another look of the same one, as detailed as I could get while it remained protected under its self-generated blanket. Since it’s only a few millimeters long, it’s easy to imagine that spotting this at all would take the right light and a very close examination, but it’s much worse in most cases, since the bubbles are often thicker and more piled atop the insect.

spittlebug nymph exposedThis is a different one that I had exposed earlier to see the detail – this was quite an involved exercise, starting with even locating the little guy among all the foam, then in carefully sweeping the remaining bubbles away with a blade of grass. While the adult produces a remarkably water-repellent substance to remain dry (seriously, click on that link, it’s very cool,) the nymph displays pretty much the opposite affect, never appearing to be dry at all. This one is already starting to regenerate its cocoon of bubbles, only moments after I’d exposed it for the photo – you can see them gathering along the branch. I have two vague suspicions fostered by this photo, and since I’m not at all entomologically-educated that’s all they are, but perhaps I can find out more come spring when these guys reappear. The first is that the protrusion from the hind end of the abdomen, while almost certainly producing the spit in the first place, may also be how the spittlebug breathes, occasionally extending up and out of the bubbles to draw in air (arthropods really don’t need much, and the large quantity needed for the bubbles is almost certainly ‘pumped’ rather than ‘exhaled.’) This might even be linked to the production of the brochosomes in the adult, at the least forming a repellent surface on the very end so it can easily poke free from the saliva. The second suspicion is that the swollen portion of the abdomen represents storage of liquid so that the nymph can quickly generate bubbles for protection, even while not actively drinking sap.

spittlebug nymph exposed
This is another nymph, though whether it’s the same species at a later instar, or a completely different species, I cannot say – I’m inclined to think it is at least a later instar because of the greater body detail. It also finally explained just what, exactly, this spider had captured, something that I’d been wondering about for a while (but no, it wasn’t enough to keep even me up nights.)

two-lined spittlebug Prosapia bicincta adult profile
two-lined spittlebug Prosapia bicincta adult scale dorsal viewHere are two images of adult form, in this particular case (since I can identify these) two-lined spittlebugs, Prosapia bicincta – one of which demonstrates scale quite nicely. Once again, this seems to be an example of aposematic coloration, the high-contrast and memorable ‘keepaway’ pattern that also signals a defensive trait – according to one source, this species is believed able to secrete its own ‘blood,’ or hemolymph, when disturbed. This is what the ladybeetles do, and apparently it’s foul-tasting. I haven’t had the pleasure, myself; as weird as I am, I’m no bug-licker (demonstrating that no matter how anemic your social graces, you can always find someone to sneer down upon.) This defense was certainly not enough to deter a fishing spider, but because of their capture and feeding method, I imagine a lot of such defenses won’t work with spiders.

So the next time you see that little cluster of bubbles on a plant, you can point to it and say authoritatively, “That is a spittlebug.” Chances are, someone will think you’re just trying to be funny, but those that don’t might start asking a lot of questions that I haven’t answered here, and you’ll have to pretend you can’t hear them (it works for me.) Hopefully, before that occurs I’ll have found more examples and done some closer examinations to answer that breathing question; then, your opening is, “You may ask how this insect breathes while surrounded by viscous foam, and that’s an astute question,” which will make them feel all sheepish because they weren’t about to ask that at all. Put ’em on the defensive, right off the bat.

The struggle for an appropriate title

You’ll understand in a second.

So, there is a documented case of a woman named Mary Toft who, in 1726, claimed to have given birth to rabbits. Now, there are a lot of weird stories from a few centuries ago, mostly of the “so we are told” variety, and even today there are a number of medical marvels that we know of through supermarket media that somehow never have a thesis written about them. This story wouldn’t be half as interesting if it was strictly post-event recollections, perhaps with a forlorn rabbit offered as evidence, but that’s not what we’re dealing with here. Oh no.

See, Mary was pregnant, but miscarried after sighting a rabbit – because, you know, rabbits. Little shits, all cute and harmless and stuff. But soon afterward, she claims to have then started delivering various animal parts, and notified (what passed for) doctors in the area. One, by the name of John Howard, over a period of several days helped her deliver a fine selection of incomplete pets, up to and including nine baby rabbits.

This was a hoax, I’m sorry to say. But let’s examine the over-and-above efforts expended in pursuit of this one. Doctors, even then, didn’t stand on the other side of a screen and shout instructions during childbirth, so it is a reasonably safe bet that Dr. Howard there was not being fooled by any simple sleight of… uhhhh… hand. I do believe the good doctor was assisting this poor woman in the production of dismembered critters through the usual and accustomed route.

As one source saucily put it, “Let’s pause to let that sink in.” However, I don’t think ‘sinking in’ is adequate or even possible in such circumstances; I suspect some pushing was in order. And I would like to be perfectly clear in this regard: if you are required to prime your boomhauer with bunnies in order to perpetuate your hoax, you are almost certainly carrying things a wee bit (a ha ha) too far.

And it has to be said: If you are already accustomed to inserting hossenfeffer in your hootch and see nothing wrong with this, there are probably some repressed childhood memories that bear examination. Let me guide you, in the event that no one else has up to this point, but this is not a spectator sport.

Mrs. Toft did eventually reveal her machinations – by that I mean the hoax – when she was threatened with vivisection, because, hey, a treatise on the necessary plumbing would be good for years on the lecture circuit. This, however, was further than Mary was willing to take the joke, a significant datum that many parents might find useful in childrearing. And so, thus ended Mary Toft’s career of launching lagomorphs from her labradoodle. At least, for an audience…

I am not making this up.

Homey don’t play that

As a species, we like to occasionally speculate on extra-terrestrial life – what it would be like, how prevalent it is, what we could learn from it, and so on. More than speculate, really, because we’re actively looking for it (or at least some of us are,) and have done some interesting theoretical science along those lines. I’ve written a few posts about it myself (first of a three-part series here, a further examination here,) though I hasten to add that the relationship between my stuff and theoretical science is distant at best, just barely on the same continent – maybe an outlying territory. And yet, I also want to point out that the topic remains theoretical, for everyone, because that’s all we can possibly engage in right now; we’d need a lot more information than we currently possess to accomplish anything more than speculation. We’re groping in the dark.

A post over at the National Center for Science Education blog sparked this extended thought process. The basic premise therein is that, between the discovery of atomic fission and the drastic changes we’re making to our environment and climate, we may not be terribly long-lived as species go; if we are at all representative of intelligent life, then it’s possible that intelligent life lasts only so long in the universe. So in cosmic terms, in order for us to encounter any, they would have to be almost exactly aligned with us in a developmental timeline. If they developed earlier, their signals fell upon deaf ears (like of the sauropods) and stopped before we could hear them, and if they develop much later, our own signals will have stopped.

Now, I’m going to ignore countless other factors within this whole topic to concentrate on one small aspect, but it’s an interesting one (it is – don’t argue.) And it’s something that underlies a lot of my posts here, so if I have a personal philosophical message – aside from trashing philosophy, I mean, – it’s along these lines.

Let’s start with the nuclear annihilation angle. While I am largely of the opinion that this is a passing phase of our development and a threat that will vanish soon, there are still some convincing arguments that we stood a little too close to decimating a large percentage of our world population, as well as provoking a drastic effect on our environment, with the discovery of nuclear weapons. It’s not like these hazards were at any time unknown, either – we were aware right from the start that they were intensely powerful. And we also knew, right from the start, that human behavior is a bit too unstable and outright petulant to possess such power. The attitude that surrounded them seems to be, “We, the responsible ones, better have enough bombs on hand to stop those irresponsible other guys.” Not only is there the idea that we had weapons more dangerous than humans could be trusted with as a whole, but that “we” were smarter and more trustworthy than “they,” this peculiar egotistic division that our species loves to engage in. Though the weapons have remained unused since the two initial events seventy years ago, we’re not really confident some one of us won’t be stupid enough to use them, quite possibly through that same tribalism that creates the “we” and “they.”

Chances are, no matter what, we wouldn’t wipe our species out in this manner, but it is possible that we’d wreck our economic system enough that space exploration, radio astronomy, and such pursuits take a distant back seat for a while. But consider if we, as a species, were just a smidgen more hotheaded, tribalistic, defiant, and egotistical – how easily could it have happened then? The balance between the rational consideration of consequences, and the emotional reaction to (even perceived) provocation seems to be surprisingly narrow now – it doesn’t seem like a slight change in our mental makeup, some aspect of evolutionary development long ago, couldn’t have made things turn out drastically different.

Now let’s consider climate change. There are several key aspects of the entire debate, having little to do with whether it’s actually taking place, believe it or not. Most of the debate was over whether humans were significantly, noticeably contributing to it, the “anthropogenic” part. And most of the debate over that was fostered, funded, and provoked by those who had the most to lose over the findings, the ones that would suffer serious hits to their gross profit structure if they had to curb the production of greenhouse gases, and a hell of a lot of money was poured into this fight. Almost entirely ignored within this all was that it didn’t matter how much the human contribution is (a measurably significant amount of it, by the way) – continued production of vast quantities of greenhouse gases was only going to add to the problem. Firefighters do not need to know if the house fire was started by a gas leak to turn the fucking gas off anyway as soon as they arrive.

But the overriding aspect that rears its ugly head in this situation is the short-term versus the long-term effects. By protecting profit structures, by denying and ignoring the impacts (predicted for decades, by the way,) by fighting to maintain the status quo against all indications that it would have to change, those in active denial were placing immediate gratifications over long-term hazards in level of importance. Future issues are “somebody else’s problem” – one of the failings of term limits in politics, and visible throughout many policies, including the one towards nuclear waste. Even on a personal level, we can foster a market that favors huge, overpowered trucks and muscle cars through some misplaced and pointless association with machismo, and consider the negative effects (and even the ongoing cost of gas) as somehow irrelevant, or out of our control. But, we can see a photo of a fast-food worker spitting in someone’s food and get incensed over it – feel free to weigh the relative impacts of each action.

[I want to be careful about playing the blame game here – there are numerous ways in which our environmental impact takes place, and a lot of them either honestly out of our control or outside of a viable opportunity, such as purchasing a hybrid vehicle or making our homes more efficient, often at a prohibitive cost. At the same time, the market will support these better as the demand increases. Something to consider.]

Tracing it all back, we find that most of the stumbling blocks in the path of long-term benefits come from simple traits: ego, status, greed, even convenience and indulgence. Overall, very basic emotions largely revolving around reproductive rights, but also around our status within the community (which is not exactly clear is even a separate thing from reproduction – is our fancy car showing off more to the neighbors or to potential mates?) And a lot of this is pursued way out of proportion to any benefit, mostly because we never think about it. So, we have a house twice as big as we need, are well past reproductive age, are competing with no one for any kind of needs whatsoever – what the fuck are we pursuing now?

That the question can even be asked is a rather telling evaluation of our species. The brains that give us the power of the atom, that tell us the long-term consequences of our actions, are too often incapable of directing us towards a productive, rational course of action. You would think that even a comfortable retirement, much less a luxurious one, would fall behind the continued thriving of our entire species – yet most times it doesn’t. The evolved drives that we have involve only the immediate future – which means we do not possess any instincts for lasting survival. That has to come from our brains actively considering them. Not very hard to do, really, but we have to make the effort.

We come back to that balance point. We received fancy brains largely because they were more efficient than evolving an automatic reaction to every environmental demand that we might face, but we still have the automatic reactions too, and they actually compete for attention. Our continued survival very likely depends on the brain winning the competition more often, and right now it’s not too clear if this is possible. As mentioned above, had we developed with a slightly stronger aggressive/protective instinct, the nuclear stalemate might have come out quite differently, and I’d have to be chipping this whole post into stone tablets or something. But are the drives that push us towards short-term benefits, status and ego and all that, actually too strong to allow the brain to guide our species towards long-term survival? It’s not a matter of what any individual may feel, or how easy it is to say, once the subject comes up in discussion, that the long-term is much more important. It’s a matter of how many actions our species as a whole may take under the goading of these base instincts.

These instincts were almost certainly necessary for us to survive this long, and variations of them exist in most species that engage in sexual reproduction – it seems highly likely that such traits (or close analogs thereof) are necessary for survival. But species also go extinct, failing to develop traits that will allow them to handle the new environmental demands. It’s not a matter of a ‘bad evolutionary selection,’ but the semi-random elements of both environmental variation and genetic mutation failing to achieve compatibility; sometimes this occurs very quickly and a species dies off with a short existence on this planet, and sometimes it doesn’t occur for a long time, like the proliferation of the trilobites that lasted 270 million years, through two major extinction events before disappearing in a third. Humans can’t make any claims to success or longevity; every species on the planet right now is a successful descendent of the beginning of life billions of years ago. The question is, which ones will continue far past this point?

Here’s another perspective to temper the idea that selection is ultimately successful. The various cancers, which many species can claim susceptibility to, have evolved right along with us; most of them can’t spread between individuals, and if they’re successful enough, their environment – the host – dies. They inhabit a niche of self-limitation, but as long as they usually spring up well past reproductive age, the tendency for them to exist still gets past the selection process. In essence, they’re a detriment that exploits a loophole in natural selection, yet do not possess any ability to expand beyond a given point.

And now, another factor, one which I’ve touched on before. We are a curious, exploratory species, always interested in what lies over the horizon. And when you think about it, we’re incredibly optimistic about it, unrealistically so to be honest – any newly discovered area stands an equal chance of being worse than where we are now, but this doesn’t temper our anticipation that it will be better. And these odds go crashing down dramatically when it comes to space exploration, since we evolved for conditions only on this planet – what exists in space is ridiculously inhospitable to us, and the same may be said for the vast majority of planets we could find. Very frequently, we will hear that our future is in space, and that man’s destiny is to expand and colonize, spread out through the stars – but why would we even think that? The efforts involved would be phenomenal, the expense of energy and resources to create even a moon colony so prohibitive that we have no feasible plan to implement it. Not to mention how bleak a moon colony would be.

If you ask anyone why we would have to colonize other planets than our own, the answer invariably is, because of our burgeoning population and dwindling resources here on Earth – the one planet in known existence where we can actually live. It’s like we throw up our hands over the prospect of even limiting ourselves, of being smart enough to live within our means – somehow, this is much harder than terraforming some other planet, or building a self-sustaining colony someplace. We’ve passed beyond irony and entered idiotic now – please do not make eye-contact with the natives. And it’s not like any of this is hard to puzzle out – we just don’t, under our inherent drives to explore and expand and spread out, like bacteria.

Even worse, some of our desire to expand into space may be the same status thing mentioned earlier – we want to own and control even more than the entire planet. Historically, expansion has been driven at least as much (probably far more) by power and megalomania as by the necessity of new resources or a more hospitable place to live. And it seems likely that we recognize this trait when we are concerned about who has nuclear weapons.

But when we imagine contacting extra-terrestrial life, we somehow believe they will have almost the exact same outlooks – or at least, those are the ones we hope to find, anyway, somehow thinking this is a good thing. It may be that we haven’t heard from any such species because they possess slightly more useful instincts than we do – perhaps no drive to explore at all, and instead one to make their conditions as ideally suited to their survival as possible, so their home planet is fully sustainable; they pick up their toys, too. The mark of an advanced race may be conservatism, that they won’t expand. By the same token, they might look at us askance, stunned by the behaviors we exhibit, the conflicts that hamper our development and put us at constant risk. Perhaps they might hope that we, like cancer, cannot extend beyond the host.

Which also means that encountering extra-terrestrial species that are similar to humans in any significant way might be a very bad thing; we may not like the mirror that is held up to us. Especially if they have the resources to extend contact across such vast distances in the first place. If they offer any blankets in trade, it’d be best to pass on them.

Truly, a bug

While redoing some drainage channels around the house, something in the dirt seemed a little too undirtlike [spellcheck doesn’t like that word, but I’ve long since learned that spellcheck is bigoted] so I scooped it up. Lo, it was a cicada, the first I’ve seen in the earlier instar nymph form, the phase that stays underground for freaking years and feeds on tree sap.

unearthed cicada nymph
Not that you can really tell much difference from the form that emerges from the ground and molts into the adult in the summer months – except for the eyes, it pretty much looks just like the exoskeleton it blithely leaves behind on tree trunks, a literal litterbug (unless you count the bugs that live in leaf litter, but I don’t.) I always thought the live ones would be more colorful, or striated or something – the reality did not justify the breathless anticipation.

This one was moving sluggishly at first – well, at always – but as it warmed up a little indoors it got slightly more active, especially when I was cleaning it up. This took place with an eyedropper and an artist’s paintbrush, and it fended off such ministrations around the head and mouth. At one point, dabbing it with a cotton swab to soak up excess moisture, it seized the cotton tip in those nasty little forelegs and wouldn’t let it go.

cicada nymph on tree root
For illustrative and educational purposes, I perched it on a tree root, which is where it would spend the majority of its life, drinking up sap and hashing out very long poems. Still annoyed at being disturbed, and likely unable to see anything more than light through those eyes if that, it kept its midlegs raised in either defensive posture or a rude gesture – I’m inclined towards the latter, since I’ve seen bees do this too when another encroaches on the flower its feeding from.

While I would like to watch this one develop, or at least emerge from the ground and climb its tree for the final molt into adult instar, I can’t think of any way of accomplishing this, so I’m simply going to return it to the location where I found it, now that the digging is done. It’s not like there’s a shortage of them come summer, though I’m still frustrated with coming across a swarm of them all molting at once, literally dozens, when my camera was miles away (obligations with friends – see how badly those can turn out?) One of these days I’ll get the whole sequence.

Bolstered, however, by actually finding something to photograph in January, I went out with the flashlight to see if anything else was stirring – spiders can be surprisingly hardy in cooler weather, for instance. Alas, all I found were a few centipedes and some snails, which I brought inside for a brief photo session and a race, until I caught myself doping one of the snails and forfeited the race.

snail race

Can’t have that

Held back by ghostsLooking at the sidebar, I find there are no posts from the previous years – not for this date nor, apparently, for three days afterward, which is the parameter of the plugin. This just seems wrong somehow (the lack of posts I mean,) so I am obligated to break that pattern.

Assisting me in this endeavor is an image from a few weeks back. Please feel free to examine it for the magnificent insights that it may provide, laying bare the innermost workings of your soul.

Or, since there is almost certainly no such thing as a soul, hopefully instead you noticed the misleading aspect of it, the leaf ‘anchored’ to the reflection of the tree branch. Yes, I specifically positioned myself to bring this about. If you didn’t notice this, then I feel even better about this little trick, as if this makes me somehow smarter or better than you. Well, I mean, even more so than normal.

Yes, the focus being slightly off was also intentional, because see above. The idea was to give a faintly disconnected, dreamlike aspect to it all. Don’t look at me like that. It was.

Okay, fine. Be that way.

Winter captives

Scarlet peacock Anartia amathea on few-flowered milkweed Asclepias lanceolata
A few days ago I demonstrated my vast disconnect from the parent mindset, because I went to the NC Museum of Life & Science, on one of only two Mondays they are open during the winter as well as a school holiday, and wondered if it would be crowded. I know, I know – don’t mock me because I’m beautiful. And I didn’t specifically plan this one, because it was a session with a student, the inestimable Al Bugg, plus it was an opportunity to get some critter shots in a season that’s pretty lean around here. So I was able to cope with the plethora of yard apes that were everywhere.

As has been featured here before, the NCMLS has a butterfly house, providing the opportunity for closer shots of more exotic species than can usually be found in natural settings. The purposes that the photos can be used for is varied: probably not stock images for sales, because of the anachronistic insects and vegetation, but for a splash of color, or fartsy stuff, or even just the opportunity to work on framing, creativity, and light control, it’s fine.

tattered owl butterfly Caligo memnonNormally I avoid the butterflies that look tattered or a little beat-up, but this one worked well with the diffuse backlighting, and the color pattern lent it an air of being quite old. It could actually have been, but “quite old” for a butterfly might be a month, and in any case this was the typical coloration of the species, an owl butterfly (Caligo memnon.)

Anytime you’re visiting a place of this nature, it’s a good idea to take photos of any identification guides that are provided, so you can easily refer back to them to pin down the species (a ha ha, did you get it? Pin down the— oh, never mind.) A long time ago, I used a mini cassette recorder to take notes on the fly, but for circumstances like this, I’d end up trying to describe the color pattern well enough to distinguish the subject from anything similar or, on occasion, noting the frame number – this was back in the days of film, and if need be, ask your grandparents what “film” and “cassette” mean. So it was easier to identify the butterfly at the top of the post as a scarlet peacock (Anartia amathea,) but quite a bit harder to identify the flower species as a few-flowered milkweed (Asclepias lanceolata) – my friend was no help at all, but I was pretty sure that it was an NC native plant so I narrowed the search that way, and didn’t have to try and describe the peculiar shape of the blossoms (because finding flowers by color is rather haphazard, since there are thousands of species that are “red & yellow.”) And this is what I mean about useful stock – the butterfly is South American, while the flower is North American, so they wouldn’t normally appear together.

paper kite butterfly Idea leuconoe on some pink flower
The same might be said for this one, a paper kite (Idea leuconoe) on a flower that I’m not going to try looking up, but almost certainly native to NC – not something that an Asian butterfly should be found feeding upon. Part of me asks, “Is this important?” – entomologists are likely to be the only ones to spot the anachronism, and even then might still find the image aesthetically pleasing (or might not.) Scientific usage is ruled out, as is a feature on Asian travel, but perhaps not much else. It’s the perspective that defines this photo anyway.

walking leaf insect Phylliidae While it is tempting to think that captive subjects are easy to photograph, this isn’t always the case, especially when it comes to species like this walking leaf insect, of the family Phylliidae. Sure, they’re right there behind the glass (and you’re gonna like them, ’cause they’ve got class!) and certainly not leaping around, but there are reflections from the glass to consider, and distortion if you’re not aiming perpendicular to the glass surface – angles are a no-no. And then there’s the setting, which is often not something useful in any way – in this case, a few plants that served as food and clinging surfaces, backed by the other side of the terrarium (so more glass for reflections) and then the greater environs of the museum, which on a crowded day means constantly moving people in a wide variety of clothes. Thus, it was even easier to get something in the image that was unwanted, in one way or another – which explains this tight closeup. The arthropod itself was probably just shy of the length of your hand, much easier to do detail shots of instead of something a few millimeters long, but backing off for a full body image meant something unwanted was going to be in the frame. Plus, I had to get enough attention on that peculiar head; there are quite a few insects that just seem to have cool looks, for want of a better term, like the orchid mantises (repeat link,) but this is not one of them.

By the way, you’re seeing the insect from the back, head towards the top of the frame – that’s the roundish thing in the center, flanked by two forelimbs, and topping the dorsal ridge ‘spine.’ The remaining four limbs can all be found by looking for that ‘vein’ thickening on the ‘leaves’ to either side – everything you see in this image is actually insect, except for a little bit at upper left.

red wolf Canis rufus in reposeAnother example is this red wolf (Canis rufus,) a Carolina native that was almost decimated due to greater human populations, now being reintroduced through breeding programs. A lot of people decry captive animals of any sort, and I can see their points, but there are a lot of factors that should be taken into consideration that often aren’t – in my experience, people with the firmest opinions usually have the most superficial understandings. Species such as this are being released back into coastal areas, which often sparks protests from farmers and hyperparanoid parents, but the truth of the matter is, the damage they can do is infinitesimal, much less than disease, and they are hardly as aggressive as popular opinion often portrays. The ability to see them in person, as mellow and pleasant as any family dog (more so than a lot, actually,) helps dispel the negative impressions, putting the programs in a more-acceptable frame of reference.

One of the pair was resolutely staying in front of the chain link fence of their enclosure, reinforcing the captive idea and making it hard to create a worthwhile image, while this one was sprawled out asleep atop their den (which also had enough manmade elements visible.) But as one of the museum golf carts came cruising by, this one sat up and watched attentively, probably wondering about a late-afternoon feeding. The light was right at this time of day, and as the wolf tracked the cart its eye caught the light, producing that little sparkle that improves animal images, not to mention the amber color that helps distinguish this from a dog. Nothing truly exciting, but still a nice portrait, and that’s what captive photography allows the best. I liked the vertical composition better, but still have enough of the body in there to illustrate their coloration, which is hardly the ‘red’ that one might expect from the species name, and there’s even a hint of how it works as camouflage. Soon after this shot, all I could see was the animal’s back and top of the head as it sprawled out again – which is another tip: have patience if you’re after an interesting shot. At first glance nothing may be happening, and when it does, it might be brief, but you have to be there and be ready.

My favorite pic from the day, however, was one I initially thought I’d be throwing out.

ring-tailed lemur Lemur catta portraitThere are a lot of species of lemur, but the ring-tailed (Lemur catta) is the one that gets 99% of the attention somehow, and I’m actually a little tired of them myself. The ones outdoors were a little active in the chilly air, but not terribly so, and my shooting angle was downwards, which I hate. A cluster of them, however, were in the glassed viewing enclosure, huddled together on a branch a short distance overhead, and I decided to go in close for a portrait, if I could get past the shortcomings of the filthy glass, the bad light, and the inappropriate background. This was the first frame I took, and I was sure I’d gotten reflections in it, so I shot a bunch more, including some great eye-contact and backing off a bit to do a pair. As I unloaded the images and started reviewing them, however, the expression in this one grabbed me immediately, and there was nothing distracting in the frame at all – even the light color is pleasantly warm (note the orangish cast on the cheeks.) It wasn’t my intention at the time, but this is also exactly what you’d want for a magazine cover: simple and direct subject, open space at top for header, and plenty of useful space along sides and bottom for content teasers and barcode. I just like the expectant, Les Mis appeal to the expression, though.

For portrait people, there’s one more aspect I’ll point out. The guideline on portraiture is generally shooting at somewhere between 80 and 120mm in focal length, aperture of f8. The point behind these is that together, they produce the best proportions and depth-of-field for portraits. A wider angle, for instance, may cause a small amount of fisheye distortion that might make the nose prominent. Here, I was shooting at 80mm, f4, and while the eyes are sharp (the point you should always focus upon,) you can see the right ear and the tip of the nose are going out of focus – might seem okay for this usage, but not something that should be done for people. The background, however, is exactly what you’d want, and there is an outline of sharpness around the lemur itself, just grabbing the viewer’s eye.

It will be a while before there’s much else to photograph around here, which is why the title refers as much to me as to the subjects herein, and you’ll probably see a few posts of archive shots for a bit. So this was a decent break to help along the slow season, but I’ll still get a few things of interest up as we go.

Odd memories, part 14

Those memories – sometimes they’re stirred by the oddest things. Especially when they’re odd in themselves.

Watching an episode of Sealab 2021 recently dug this one from the (sordid) depths, but that show can do that to you. Sealab 2021 is a reboot, or something, of a children’s cartoon from, my dog, 1972, called Sealab 2020 (look closely if you have to.) I remember watching this show on Saturday mornings, which is what kids did before cable networks devoted entirely to cartoons existed, and (not to brag or anything) I even had the Sealab 2020 board game.

Way.

Williams Street productions obtained the rights to the situations and characters and brought them back for a series on Adult Swim, Cartoon Network’s late night hosting block, aimed at… uh… a bit more earthy humor. Or warped. Juvenile. You’re getting the idea. Williams Street took the characters from the original children’s environmentally-themed action show and made them more than mildly dysfunctional, wrapped up in truly bizarre plotlines that often ended with the destruction of the sealab itself. Notably, it ran five times as long as the original…

Anyway, the memory. Some years back I was out scouting photographic subjects, and had stopped the truck on a lonely stretch of road, the kind where shallow graves tend to appear, if that helps you imagine the setting. While looking at a large dead tree, I spotted a small piece of luggage sitting not far from the roadside, not Louie Vitamin style or anything, but much nicer than one would expect to see in such a location, and in quite good shape. Now, because of my photography habits, I am often in search of useful bags, since the manufacturers don’t recognize my demographic very well, so I scooted off the road into the thin underbrush to fetch it; plus, since it looked recently discarded in this remote locale, there was some curiosity as to why.

A quick peek inside back when I reached the truck satisfied that curiosity while tempering much of any future curiosity as well. To my short inspection, the bag contained some lacy undergarments, something with a whole lot of leather straps (perhaps more than one something,) and an adult magazine. Hah! You thought with a lead-in about shallow graves and thwarted curiosity, there were gonna be body parts or something, didn’t you?

[A brief digression here to examine the abuse of the word, “adult.” Its meaning is perhaps the most variable in the English language – you are an ‘adult’ at age 12 when it comes time to pay for entry into amusement parks and movies, except that you’re still way too young to see an R-rated movie, for which you have to be accompanied by an adult, which suddenly means over 18. Of course, ‘adult’ movies, the ones that feature non-simulated sex, have the same age restriction, even though the age of consent is 16 in the US, but 18 is when you can be tried as an adult. Also note that it is easier to see graphic dismemberment on the screen than it is to see sex, which is a peculiar part of our culture. By the way, 18 is fine for voting and military service, but 21 is the limit for alcohol and cigarettes – again, it’s not clear who’s making these distinctions. Getting back to “adult” now, you cannot live in an adult home until you’re over 65, yet you can wear adult undergarments (not the kind mentioned above, which are usually worn by 16-year-old girls) at any age, as long as you’re incontinent. And I have not noticed any particular distinction or pattern, in relation to all of the above, when pronouncing it “uh-DULT” or “AA-dult.” And of course, what precisely is meant by the word when used in ‘Adult Swim’ is anybody’s guess, but maturity is not exactly the byword I think.]

The bag I simply dropped into the bed of the pickup truck and forgot about, and don’t ask me why right now, because I really don’t know – maybe I was thinking of re-gifting it come christmastime. A few days later however, when a friend of mine noticed the bag and asked why I was leaving it out in the weather, I invited him to look inside. He spent just as long as I had perusing the contents (which is to say, a few seconds, without bothering to actually reach inside,) before he handed it back to me. I wish I could remember the conversation that ensued, but I do remember tossing the bag negligently (a ha ha – think about it) back into the truck.

In moments, our conversation stopped, as the new sound now emanating from the bag made itself heard. This is where Sealab 2021 comes in.

The clip doesn’t do it justice, either, since the bag was sitting on the sheet metal of the truck bed. The sound was magnified by this, echoing slightly in an ominous manner, and I could have sworn I heard, “There is no Dana, only Zuul.” My memory wants to insist the bag was dancing around the bed in small pirouettes, but this would take some pretty powerful batteries and my memory is a liar sometimes – though, this would help explain why someone (perhaps while walking funny) tossed it out…

My friend and I exchanged glances briefly, confirming that neither one of us intended to reach inside to shut anything off, or even wanted to be seen in the general vicinity. I’m pretty sure no further words were uttered, but I can’t vouch for giggling.

I realize now that I missed a photoblog opportunity. I could have mailed the contents out to various volunteers across the globe, who would have taken photos of said contents alongside various tourist attractions and landmarks, to be posted as a travelogue online someplace. Perhaps named it some variation of, “Where’s Waldo?”…

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A small follow-up note: As I post this, one of the recommended videos that appears after the clip ends is titled, “Vanishing Bottle Prank,” which I cannot help but feel is in exceptionally poor taste. I always thought better of YouTube…

Thar she glows

crappy comet C/2014 Q2 LovejoyThat was terrible, I admit it…

As comet C/2014 Q2 Lovejoy has been getting brighter, we’ve had zero visibility here, until tonight. I went out and did some searching with binoculars, finally locating it, then brought the camera equipment out to give it a shot. The result you see here; certainly not going to win any awards. It’s still dim as far as celestial objects go, unable to be seen unassisted in the light pollution at my locale, but also too dim to register very well without an extended exposure, even at ISO 1600. The problem with extended sky exposure is the Earth refuses to stop turning, so stars and comets keep skidding across the sky – that’s the source of the elongated streaks in the image (and not camera shake – I was using a sturdy tripod and a remote release.) This is a mere three-second exposure at ISO 3200, f5.6, 500mm focal length. The way to prevent such streaking and get nice, detailed long exposure images is with either an equatorial tracking telescope mount, or a little homemade device called a barn door tracker. If you’re interested, there are numerous sources online to show you how one is made. I don’t possess much of any woodworking tools, so this project has been sitting in the background for a few years, and is not likely to get tackled before Lovejoy has faded from view.

If you want to see this for yourself, have a decent set of binoculars (10×50 or better recommended) and use Heavens-Above.com to plot its precise location as seen from where you live. Stellarium also helps, since Heavens-Above doesn’t give the best broad views to help locate it, but they do give precise coordinates which can be used in Stellarium, since Stellarium doesn’t give the comet’s location on its own (or at least I never found it myself.)

shady dude on lakeshoreWhile I was out, I tried a few other long exposures for giggles, and kinda liked this one. That’s my own shadow across the water there, and I’m amazed at how clear the reflection of the opposite shore is – I don’t think I’ve ever done a long water exposure that sharp. Also, I was apparently accompanied by four ghosts while out there, as you might see when looking at the bottom portion of my shadow. They’re remarkably distinct at full resolution too, but not otherwise mystical – they’re just optical reflections within the lens of the bright lights at top right.

If we ever get a really decent snow, especially if the pond freezes over, I’ll be braving the cold and doing more night exposures, since this pond is within walking distance. If I think I can get a really slick shot or three, I can cope with freezing my ass off for a little while. I need to cover the tripod legs with pipe insulation again before that happens, though – the last set got shredded by the cats, which found it much more satisfying to sharpen their claws on than any of the myriad scratching posts they have access to. Half an hour out in the cold and those aluminum legs get painful to handle, even with gloves.

A few days earlier, we had overnight freezing rain/mist conditions. I didn’t get the chance to do any shooting as early as I should have for the best results, but I still managed to trot out to the botanical garden before all of the ice melted. The sky was still overcast and, naturally, most of the plants were not exactly vibrant, so I was exercising an even greater selectivity in subject matter, with much of a sameness despite those efforts.

Frozen mist on naranjilla
This is a naranjilla fruit, a little past prime now, but quite fetching with its coiffure of frozen mist – a shot of direct sunlight to provide some sparkle would have been appreciated, but it wasn’t going to happen that day.

cotton pod with frozen dripAnd this is a rather sad cotton pod – usually they burst wide open like popcorn. This is a stacked image, two sandwiched together; one image had the front surface of the husks in focus, the other had the stem and icicle. Shooting handheld in dim light, I didn’t even try for a depth-of-field that would have both of them in focus, because the shutter speed would have gone too slow, so I simply cheated and edited them together afterward. I find this a little too direct and centered for my tastes, but there really weren’t many other framing options – I cut out a lot of distracting elements as it were, and liked the visual aspect of the pod, so there it is.

By the way, I’m not really sure why this is, but brown hues like this tend to come out much better in overcast light. This is counter-intuitive, since cloud cover filters out yellow and red wavelengths, which is largely what brown is made of. What’s left is mostly blue wavelengths, giving us that colder feel, yet it works well for dead, dried, or old vegetation in a lot of cases. This might simply be the nature of the vegetation itself, somehow not reflecting much blue at all but capable of bouncing back the vestiges of other colors. I’m just guessing, I really have no clue.

Atop one of the wood fences in the garden was a really impressive forest of lichens, and this is where I regret not getting out sooner, because ice might have made this quite an interesting subject.

close-up of lichens
There is always something otherworldly about lichens, and to the best of my knowledge, there were two distinct varieties in close habitation (I can’t be bothered to look them up for this.) None of these alien stalks were more than 10mm in height, and I wanted a semi-gravity-defying perspective, so I was shooting through the miniature forest for this one. Definitely something that benefited from softer light as well. If you find it kind of creepy-looking, well, that’s the point. [If you don’t, just keep quiet and let me be happy in my ignorance – there are too few bugs around to maintain my regular icky posts.]

frozen mist on dying purple flowerAnd finally, my favorite image from this short session. I had already walked past these small flowers earlier without noticing them, but had returned to check out another species of plant I’d photographed on an earlier trip, and the tiny splash of color caught my eye this time around. No idea what they are, but the minuscule frozen mist drops were catching the sparse light just well enough to really stand out. And this is probably an ancient holdover from my youth, when grape was my favorite flavor of anything, but that purple color is so compelling I can almost taste it, contrasting nicely with the green as well. It also helps illustrate how low-contrast light can be useful when dealing with a high-contrast or colorful subject – bright sunlight might have been too much.

There are a couple of trips still in the planning stages that might produce some more decent images during these slow months – not promising anything, but we’ll see what happens. I also have a few archive subjects that should pop up within the next week or so, just in case anyone else was going through bug withdrawal as badly as I am. You are not alone, so take heart! Arthropods will be coming shortly.

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