This isn’t something that’s ever come up before here, but I’m a little bit of an aviation enthusiast, especially World War II. The air war in Europe and the Pacific was a unique period in history, in a niche that combined powerful aircraft with personal combat, something not seen with the slow, flimsy craft of WWI, and that vanished in the jet age. There’s also something special about the engines of that time – throaty, deep-voiced piston monsters. I remember long ago in central New York, hearing the bass growl of four rotary bomber engines approaching and watching a Consolidated B-24 Liberator passing overhead – there’s simply no other sound like it, not even close. Years later on, I found out too late that there was a small fly-in taking place in the airport behind where I worked, unable to take any time off to visit it. A fellow enthusiast and I stood in the parking lot after work and listened to a North American P-51 Mustang take off and fade into the distance, disappointed that it didn’t even fly out on the runway near our end. We didn’t know that the pilot had circled around for a close pass until just before the plane reappeared at less than 500 feet and better than 300 knots, hurtling down the flight line at a velocity that put everything else out of that airport to shame, emitting a howl that could be felt in your chest.
Yes, that’s meIn reading the details about the aircraft in the upcoming video, I noted that they said it was the only flying B-24J in existence – since I’d seen a B-24 go over in New York, and had walked around one at a show several years later in North Carolina, I had to wonder if it was the same one. Alas, my attention to detail was lacking; upon a little research, I discovered that the crucial bit was the “J” model, introduced late in the war – there are other models around, and I had seen the Commemorative Air Force’s B-24A at the one show, and likely overhead as well. The organizations that display the classic warplanes are like that; their income (and thus the ability to maintain the aircraft) is in part promoted by the uniqueness of the experience, so small distinctions like model are exploited.
Anyway, the video. Someone talked a crewmember of the Collings Foundation into attaching a GoPro video camera to the end of a gun barrel on the retractable belly turret of this (only flying) B-24J, and produced a fascinating perspective of this aircraft in operation.
The first noticeable bit is that the wind noise unfortunately overrides the marvelous sound of those engines. The second thing is the impression of being a rickety crate that comes from watching the vibration and flexing of the fuselage – except that it’s not the fuselage that’s moving, but the gun turret to which the camera is attached. It’s not surprising (or bad) that the turret has some play, because it has to traverse a wide field of fire and is supported by a single hydraulic column rising vertically in the center of the aircraft.
There are some details I’d like to draw attention to in the video. I’m not sure why the camera was mounted facing towards the turret rather than in the direction the guns faced, but it allowed us to see things like the cartridge chute underneath the barrel for ejecting the empty bullet casings, and the pair of dice suspended inside the ball turret (showing snake eyes.) The gun barrels themselves are shrouded in heat dissipating sheaths; .50 caliber (12.7mm) machine guns generate ridiculous amounts of heat, enough to warp the barrels with sustained firing, so the outer layer, connected to the barrel at numerous points, was intended to absorb heat away from the barrels and give it greater surface area to dissipate into the slipstream – this is much the same way a car’s radiator or the heatsink of a computer works. The holes simply increase airflow and thus energy transfer. Visible throughout the video is a bar extending from the belly of the aircraft just aft of the turret position – this is a bumper to prevent striking the tail during a nose-high landing.
At 5:38, watch the main glass in the turret to see the chase plane come into view – it appears multiple times in the video, and I think it’s the Foundation’s North American B-25J Mitchell. At 8:25, the bomb bay doors open; the B-24 was the only bomber with rolling “garage doors.”
As the turret traverses, you can sometimes see one of the waist guns projecting from the sides of the fuselage, closer to the tail – the J model carried ten .50 caliber machine guns for protection, which gives a faint indication of the demands of the European theater. Throughout most of the war, the Allied Air Forces had to operate almost entirely out of England, crossing the channel and usually a significant amount of the continent before reaching any bombing target. The bombers had the fuel load to accomplish this – the escort fighters generally did not. For much of the war, the bombers would have fighter escorts as protection for only part of their journey, but long before reaching the target the fighters would have to turn back through lack of fuel, so the bombers usually went unprotected into the most dangerous areas, where Axis fighters were thickest and closest to their own supporting airbases. While they had gun emplacements all around the aircraft, they couldn’t maneuver much at all when stacked into bombing formation, and wouldn’t have been a match for the agility of the Messerschmitt and Focke Wolf fighters anyway. Tracking an attacking fighter from a gun emplacement, accurately enough to do sufficient damage, was exponentially harder than maneuvering a fighter to nail the larger, slower, and predictable bombers, and countless bombers were lost under the onslaught despite the number of protective guns. And this says nothing of the anti-aircraft rounds, “flak,” that were fired from ground emplacements scattered thickly around likely targets.
Now, a note in general about restored WWII aircraft. Almost all of the ones you might find anyplace today never saw combat, for the simple reason that those that did were never shipped back to the states – that was an unnecessary expense in the wake of everything else post-war. In fact, the large majority of aircraft were scrapped, especially if they’d seen battle damage – the risk of airframe or component failure is sometimes accepted in wartime, but unwarranted in peacetime. Most of the restored aircraft in this country are ones that never got shipped overseas, being models not fitted for combat or that sustained damage before posting, and very often pieced together from multiple aircraft, whatever can be found.
The Collings Foundation’s B-24J is an exception, having served as a bomber and transport in the European theater before being transferred to the Indian Air Force, where it was retired in 1968. In 1981, a British aircraft collector found the airframe and paid to have it shipped to England, and then sold it to the Collings Foundation which paid to have it shipped to the States – as you might imagine, this was an expensive prospect, as was restoring the aircraft to flying condition. Parts are hard to find and often have to be machined by hand, and even original mechanical drawings are scarce – technology had moved on and no one saw any need to keep obsolete documentation. Restorations are usually by non-profit organizations staffed by volunteers, and funded by the public appearances.
So if you get the chance to see one of these birds up close, don’t balk at the costs – one day these will only be dusty museum pieces.
No, these images aren’t from the 60s, but they are close to 20 years old from negatives that didn’t weather well. This is the Commemorative Air Force’s B24A, converted to air tour duty with the removal of the bomb bay doors and addition of windows – it has since been repainted. Later models had elaborate nose and tail gun turrets, a top turret, and the belly turret we’ve just seen. I’m not going to embed another video in the post, but go here if you want to see the startup and takeoff of three of the Collings Foundations aircraft, including the B-24J in the above video (second one that appears.) It’ll give a good idea of the sounds they make, though you’ll have to wait until the takeoff at the end. You’ll also see the difference in the nose configuration between the A and J models, and just why the belly turret had to be retractable. Or you can take a tour with Jay Leno through the interior of the B-17, very similar in layout to the B-24.
It’s funny; I first read the posts which prompted this over a week ago, and have been thinking about this ever since.
To set the scene as briefly as I can, the first post can be found here, which details some highly questionable practices from a particular nature photographer, but admits that this is not isolated. The post covers everything from posed subjects to animal abuse, but the critical-thinker in me interrupts with a reminder of the distinction between “evidenced” and “inferred” – a few too many accusations in that post aren’t substantiated very well.
Now, just that single sentence in itself is enough to send too many people off into the accusation that I’m making excuses for the photographer, or think he was doing nothing wrong, or any variation of trying desperately to cram the whole issue into just two bins, “approve” or “disapprove” – this is partisan thinking, as if there are only two choices. However, that sentence means nothing more than exactly what it says; I issue this as a helpful guideline, because if anyone can’t understand that distinction or count higher than two, this post is going to be way over their head (Sesame Street is probably way over their head.)
The first post then linked to this “must-read” from Nicky Bay, a seriously accomplished photographer himself. Bay gives a detailed description of the proper ethical approach for nature photographers – or at least, his own take on it. Because the bare truth is, the term ‘nature photographer’ really only means ‘someone who takes mostly nature photos,’ and implies no particular approach, goal, education, ideology, or anything else. Everyone has their own preferences, and their own reasons for having them. For instance, Bay frowns on any kind of studio shot, and any kind of interference, up to and including getting leaves out of the way – he cites the negative impact he created once when doing so.
However, it’s not hard to find numerous nature photographers who not only violate these, they have good, rational reasons to do so (though the definition of rational is, naturally, a bit subjective.) More interesting though, is what you find when you start to examine the issue in detail. There is, quite distinctly, no such thing as “zero impact” – everything that humans do has some affect on their surroundings. While Bay may not wish to disturb a leaf because of his personal experience, I think it’s safe to say that he did not obtain his equipment by picking it up from under the Nikon tree where it fell naturally, nor does he live in a cave and use the all-natural internet. Walking up to his photo subjects undoubtedly wiped out thousands of tiny critters, as does simply going down to get the mail, to say nothing of hurtling through space in a car or airplane. I don’t want to pick on Bay here, since I’ve seen ethical guidelines from numerous different photographers, I’m just using his as an example.
I could point out that humans are not an unnatural species on this planet, having evolved with everything else, so the distinction of natural doesn’t have a viable meaning. I could point out that the leaves he purposefully avoids disturbing are continually eaten by herbivores or dislodged by storms. Both of those indicate that quantifying ‘impact’ in either a negative or positive manner requires a purposefully narrow perspective. I could also let this whole idea delve into trying to define avoidable and unavoidable impact, but that’s an unending argument, and one that moreover misses the crux of the matter. This crux is missed by damn near everybody, which is funny, because it comes from the very word that everyone uses blithely and assumes has a good definition: “ethical.” This stumbling block is always present, and nearly always ignored, often by people that should know better.
So, let me ask this: What does ethical mean, or if it’s easier, what is the goal of ethical behavior? If someone says, “We shouldn’t harm other species,” the first thing I’d point out is that this is manifestly impossible. Then I’d ask why we think our species should have special rules that other species don’t have, since the predator/prey thing, as well as the host/parasite concept, is everywhere we look. I’d also start messing about with the obvious history of mankind as an omnivore, and ask what makes this new ‘no harm’ rule functional?
It doesn’t take much to realize that ethical is defined solely by personal opinion, but it takes a little more thought to recognize that it’s a bare emotion masquerading as a discrete concept – while anyone can create a rationalization of it, you’d be hard-pressed to find even a broad consensus of what it means, or should mean. And even that ‘should’ part is loaded, because who or what makes us think anything should be, as opposed to simply seeing what is?
I’m going to save a lot of time, especially since I’ve been over this before, and say that our desire for an ethical state of affairs comes from badly mislabeled and misunderstood social behavior development. Because cooperating socially produced the greatest advantage to us, millions of years ago, it evolved to become an inherent part of our being. Like so much of our behavior, we feel better when we engage in certain social actions, because those worked better than any alternatives (such as being individualistic) – we might not like believing that we’re as guided by instinct as a housecat is when covering its excrement, but there really is no significant difference. And the primary ‘goal’ of any evolved behavior is survival. Or to put it more accurately, such behavior is what reproduced most effectively, so that’s what we ended up with – with any attendant imperfections as well.
This means that our desire for ethics is just an extension of survival behavior – and really has no application towards any other species not directly impinging on our survival. Whenever we say, “We shouldn’t harm other animals,” try asking why. What effect does it have? Should we care about how a bumblebee feels, or whether we’ve deprived a panda of its mate? How are we impacted by carrying a spider outside rather than squashing it? If, for instance, I don’t care while you do, does this make either of us right or wrong?
Once again, I could play with the various issues that arise, such as how this perspective introduces nihilism or some shit like that, but I can head them off handily by saying such arguments are the same exact thing already in discussion: whether someone likes the argument or not, whether their social instincts have kicked in where they do not have a distinctive impact on survival or even benefit.
There is no judgment being passed on this whole idea – see the bit above about partisan thinking. It simply illustrates that, to translate from, “I like/dislike this,” to, “this is important to us as a species/culture,” we need functional definitions of ethics and morality, which includes understanding what falls outside of such considerations. It shouldn’t be entirely up to what we feel, but what we have determined to be a useful goal. All of the philosophers who believe that science can not, or should not, mess about with morality somehow managed to miss this entire issue, and the huge difference between instinctual reactions (that are ridiculously subjective) and something with a measurable benefit.
Having thrown so much of our assumptions into question with all that, now I’m going to switch to another approach, because I have to have my fun too.
Using the images in that first linked post (repeat link) as an example, I can tell you that much of the reaction to the images, and especially the revealed techniques behind them, depends on what someone assumed about them in the first place. Any halfway knowledgeable naturalist or nature photographer knew at first sight that the images were staged. Red-eyed tree frogs don’t appear in those habitats nor around those plants (which in some cases are blatant fakes anyway,) raindrops do not appear that thick anywhere, nor rarely in such lighting conditions, and on and on and on. I can’t produce an accurate idea of how common or uncommon such image staging actually is, but genres like the greeting card industry adore such images – the byword is, “cute,” not, “authentic.” When acres of rainforest (and thus thousands of tree frogs) are being destroyed every day, what makes someone get all fired up over the staging, and potentially the stress, of a few isolated subjects? Mostly, it’s because they reacted to the “cute” while believing nothing untoward was behind it; they assumed circumstances without knowing. And in some cases, they then think someone else is to blame for their misconceptions. Yet, the greeting card industry is going to keep plugging right along, regardless of the implausibility of the images used, isn’t it? Because someone’s always going to buy them…
Now we can start asking all sorts of other questions. Does staging photos for greeting cards represent some form of illegitimate pursuit? [I’m going to ignore, for the moment, the purposeful misrepresentation of the conditions from the photographer, in that first link – let’s assume he admitted staging the images for this particular market, in open recognition that it changes other people’s perspective for no apparent reason.] If the market bears it, how does one define the ethics of it? What about paparazzi? They’re in public, getting images that magazines pay good money for, making a living with their particular skills – is this better or worse than a machinist for a defense contractor, one that specializes in ways of killing people? How often does someone bend over backwards to dismiss the latter situation as, “working hard to make a living”? Doesn’t the death of people rate a hell of a lot worse than abusing animals or annoying celebrities? Or do we separate the fabrication as a neutral pursuit, versus the end-use?
Paparazzi exist because so many people seem to think that a celebrity photographed on the street is somehow fascinating. So is it the photographer who deserves the derision, or the public that creates the demand? Before you answer, know that I can easily find a hot button for anyone out there, producing an ‘ethics’ question over the unhealthy nature of the food someone eats, or how little money anyone donates to charity, or the resources used to recharge and maintain goofy little phones that people love so much. And, to be sure, anyone can do the exact same thing to me. It’s easy to see that ethics should not simply be defined by disapproval.
This is the primary problem with generic ethics discussions, the kind philosophers love to believe they’ve got such a grip upon (while still not providing any useful insights after centuries of toying with the topic); ethical considerations remain completely vague and capricious unless a specific goal is defined. The feelings we possess naturally – empathy and commiseration and a desire for positive social interaction – are all survival-oriented; they worked better than other behaviors and thus won the selection lottery. So we could say that ethics should only deal with optimizing human survival. Yet, that’s not going to wash – killing baby ducks isn’t something most people will ignore, and they’ll fight to see that ethics includes this somehow, though the rationale behind it will either be vague, or overreaching, precisely because it is a rationale. There is no survival advantage to saving baby ducks; our instincts to protect infants just aren’t specific enough to exclude non-humans. Again, feelings, not functionality.
So what we come to is that ethics have to be decided for specific circumstances, with clearly-defined goals. In many ways, we already have this: business law, physicians’ oaths, athletic behavior, and many others. It’s possible to get a decent grip on ethics when it’s confined within specific circumstances, making it more like a corporate mission statement. This takes it out of individual interpretations and provides a base structure. Making the field or circumstances too broad is problematic, because few things that we might engage in can fall under giant umbrella rules without issues arising.
We’ll return to nature photography for an example. What do you think are the chances of seeing the underside of a beetle without disturbing it? Pretty small, you say? So if you’re in a biology class and trying to learn about coleoptera anatomy, how is it going to be illustrated, or should it simply be left up to imagination because no one wants to disturb the beetles? The photographer that sells their work for textbook illustration and related uses has a different set of goals and approaches than the one that produces habitat images, or artsy shots, or yes, even greeting cards. It’s not really feasible to say that there’s a set of ethics for ‘nature photographers,’ any more than there’s a set of ethics for ‘farmers’ or ‘parents’ (I suspect many parents even have different ethical rules depending on the age of the child – lying, for example.)
It’s fine to have a personal set of ethics, and this might be used to judge what actions to take in regards to others – by not purchasing animal greeting cards, for instance. Someone can chose to be a vegan because they don’t want to harm animals; others may chose to drive small efficient cars in order to reduce environmental impact. But there’s a difference between personal choices and what anyone else should be doing, and this distinction is lost way too often – opinions and feelings do not translate into goals for human behavior. Yet there may be good, rational reasons to possess some viewpoint, and it’s these that should be used whenever ethical discussions arise; establish the structure and the goal, rather than the assertion or the ideology.
This also surmounts all of the issues with using religion, politics, or nationalism as a guideline for ethics, all of which fail the objectivity test against anyone else’s personal ideology. But once you’ve established an agreement on a goal or purpose, then the rest is much easier to define, and harder to argue against.
The other thing to remain aware of is how much ethics is driven by ego. Nobody thinks they’re unethical, and even dictating what ethical behavior should be to someone else is enough to start them bristling at the judgment being levied – truth be told, there are far too many circumstances where this is exactly how ‘ethical’ is wielded, producing a pedestal out of nowhere for someone to sneer down from. It shouldn’t ever be a manner of (de)valuing others, just a method of reaching acceptable, fruitful goals – that’s the only property of ethics that deserves any respect in the first place.
I have purposely avoided indicating what I do personally, or what my approach to nature photography is, because that’s just another emotional thing for someone to latch onto and potentially cloud their judgment. And I think emotional reasons are just fine – for actions affecting just the individual. Whether you squash the spider in the bathtub or carry it outside is something that ultimately you feel better about – and just mentioning it is enough to generate the idea that the decision might have been entirely emotional, isn’t it? Nothing wrong with that, unless the realization suddenly produces guilt of course (isn’t this fun?) But when it comes to what a group, cultural, society, or species-wide behavior should be, the emotions need to be recognized and given the appropriate weight against pragmatic goals.
Here’s an example that pops up from time to time (mostly as an exercise): in both Germany and Japan during WWII, some pretty horrendous medical experiments were performed on people – it’s safe to say virtually everyone finds these unethical (though certainly too few did at the time, enough that it occurred, and this presents some interesting examination in itself.) However, the question that is posed is how ethical it is to use the information garnered during these experiments; should we benefit from the gross mistreatment of other humans?
Responses can actually be influenced by how the question is phrased, curiously enough, which indicates that impressions and emotional reactions often have their say in the matter – how it’s phrased really shouldn’t make a difference, should it? And the question is little more than an exercise, for two reasons. First, that information is used the moment you know about it; you can’t intentionally forget something, and it’s rather stupid to pretend you don’t know something that can have an impact on a present patient. Second, most of the information is already incorporated into medical journals, so it’s all, pardon the phrase, academic.
More importantly, though, what is either action going to change? Why, for instance, would you not use the information garnered? It does not suggest any complicity or even approval of the methods used, nor does it insult any living relative. It certainly doesn’t change whatever happened. If anything, the knowledge gained could be instrumental in helping someone later on, and it is certainly better than rediscovering some form of medical trauma by accident. It’s kind of a stupid question, when it’s considered critically. That, of course, is where the issue lies: critical consideration is often lacking, and sometimes even discouraged (see above about how the question is phrased.)
So, while anyone can consider disagreement over any action to be an ethics issue, this really doesn’t tell us anything – it may even be gross misdirection. Find the goal or purpose to agree upon first, and then determine what action best suits this. That’s the functionality of ethics, and the part that gets buried under too much other garbage. In one of these images, the subject was placed in position; the other was taken without interference. Can you tell which is which? Is it important? Does it change either, or make one better than the other? Or does it only matter if I lie to you about it?
This is the follow-up to several different posts made earlier in the year – it gives an indication not just of what life in the arthropod world is like, but how I pursue nature photography as well.
Since the beginning of the year, there have been five areas of the front yard that served as “photo subject preserves,” areas where I could frequently find something to photograph. Early on it was the holly trees, only a little taller than I am, and the only thing green during the slow arrival of spring. These have long since become almost barren for buggy life, since too many other choices are better now.
The azalea bushes right off the porch were the next go-to, hosting the juvenile mantises and the green lynx spiders. In the periods just before and after blooming, they were brimming with chitiny residents, and thick enough to provide plenty of hiding spaces. But as the days’ heat became more intense and the flowers died off, many things moved away.
The first to go were the mantises, which departed in several directions – one that I knew of made its way completely around the house before vanishing for good. But two others began to inhabit the pampas grass patches, once they had grown to decent size. These are plants that do best when cut back and burned off in the winter, one of those tasks I view with mixed feelings. We have two different species, but both possess nasty leaves that can slice into skin surprisingly well, one more so than the other, which means cutting them back in the winter requires heavy sleeves and gloves, and still results in numerous “paper cuts.” But the pyromaniac in me (I’m male – ’nuff said) appreciates the burning part, since by that time they’re dry and catch easily. But this means they start the year as blackened stumps and take a bit of time before they’re thick reedy clumps up to three meters in height, becoming attractive to the mantises by then – each year they’ve played home to several.
One morning after a rain I found a molted mantis skin dangling from the pampas grass, and soon found the newly-emerged adult (top photo,) identified as such by her new wings. What had been an eentsy hatchling not a centimeter long was now a formidable insect the length of my palm. She remained in the pampas for just a few days before deciding that she needed a new home, perhaps prompted by the mating drive. So she moved to the butterfly bush.
This had been planted in the middle of the yard in the hopes of attracting hummingbirds, which it didn’t accomplish, and pollinators, which it did. It’s rather small to accommodate an adult mantis, but she made the most of the attractive properties of the flowers. At one point, I caught a katydid and moved it from the thick obscuring clusters of the dog fennel plants (more on them in a moment) to the butterfly bush for pics, then left it there and watched. Katydids make hearty meals for mantids, and I didn’t have long to wait since the katydid wasn’t holding still.
There’s a mantis egg case coming soon, and I was hoping she’d choose to put it on the easy-to-monitor butterfly bush, but she moved off after a few days and has appeared in various locations around the yard.
Before she did so, however, she had a brief standoff with another resident of the bush, a green lynx spider. They sat facing one another for a long time, the mantis even tapping the spider on the back with its antenna, twice, but then the spider caught a fly and the mantis lost interest. Here I thought the distraction would have been the opening the mantis was waiting for, but it appears instead it was just a game of staredown.
I’m almost positive the green lynx spider is one of the many that hatched out of a case on the pampas grass last fall, and first reappeared this spring on the azaleas. After a long period they left those bushes and three took up residence on the butterfly bush, where they ate like gluttons. Especially impressive is that they caught several of the Hemaris moths that I’ve chased earlier, surprising to me because of the size of the moths and the fact that they don’t land, but lynx spiders are wicked hunters. I’d love to show you a sequence of capture images, but there would be nothing to see without investing in some expensive equipment – it’s all over in a fraction of a second, and even a single frame would require either blind luck or timing that I, so far, haven’t nailed. But I’ve had the chance to see which butterflies are better than others at escaping the pounce, and one species of pollinator, common on the bush, that the spiders avoid. I also observed one of the spiders appearing rather agitated, making motions almost as if it was wrapping prey in webbing (which lynxes don’t do) while nothing was there. Then a nasty stench came to me, and I suspected that she had attempted to catch one of the stink bugs that frequent the bush. Since I never saw the bug I was never able to confirm this (she would have dropped it in the litter beneath the bush,) but the smell was pretty strong evidence. Heh.
One lynx spider vacated the bush quickly for points unknown (potentially even something’s stomach,) while two others set up shop in the bush for weeks, getting rather rotund in anticipation of laying eggs. Another specimen appeared on the rosemary bush and quickly spun her own egg sac therein, though she wasn’t anywhere near the girth of the one shown here (who did eventually produce her own eggs.) And one of the butterfly bush residents took advantage of a windy night and transferred to the dog fennel to create a third – I can always tell when the night has been breezy because the yard is crisscrossed with strands of web cast by traveling spiders.
The dog fennel has been an interesting accident. First appearing where I’d planted a variety of flowers last year, I left it alone because I had no idea what any of the flowers looked like when sprouting, and once I’d determined it wasn’t anything intended, it was already playing host to numerous species, and provided entire galleries of shots last year, mostly of lady beetles. It returned without effort this spring and is three meters tall, again providing homes to arthropods but largely not the same species as last year. The ambush bugs, curiously, have gone through little change while the development of the others species is easy to spot.
Case in point: the black-and-yellow Argiope aurantia that I perved on earlier, who spent some time within the fennel plants before also deciding the butterfly bush was good pickings and setting up shop there. She has grown to a massive specimen, conspicuously suspended in mid-air over the bush (using one of the hummingbird feeders as an anchor and preventing me from refilling it – there are two more, so don’t fret.) Yet she’s gorging on swallowtail butterflies that can’t take the hint that there’s a web there. She has had a succession of suitors, which I’m able to differentiate because the number of legs keeps switching. I got to see one that was more agile than the first I’d photographed; once he’d get down to business and the female would make a sudden aggressive move, he would instantly drop out from under her to dangle 20cm beneath on his own safety line, giving her a few moments to cool down before making the attempt again. If anyone is annoyed at the dogged persistence of frat boys on the prowl, this is evidence that they’re closely related to spiders – feel free to quote me on that. Meanwhile, I would guess that someone was successful, except that making this assumption based on her waistline is one of those things you’re never supposed to do. I’ll know for sure when the egg sac appears.
In closing, I’ll leave you with another image of the mantis, shutting off the flash this time and shooting wide-open in the dim, soft light of approaching rain. The short focus effect made an almost surreal tableau that I’m rather pleased with.
On Friday, September 6th, at 11:27 PM EDT, NASA will be launching the Lunar Atmosphere and Dust Environment Explorer (LADEE) satellite from the Wallops Island launch facility on the Virginia peninsula. Viewers on the east coast of the US may be able to see it as it heads towards lunar orbit, since night launches allow the exhaust plume to be seen from great distances. See the post at Universe Today for more details.
My location lies within the viewing range, but the launch vehicle will be less than 10° above the horizon, which is a total writeoff unless I find someplace elevated, or a big lake facing the right way. We’ll see what happens. Though it may be a while, since the following week is going to be a busy one and I may not have the chance to post any results – any posts that may appear then will likely have been scheduled ahead of time.
Be aware that launch times often slip, so if you’re trying to see the vehicle crawl across the sky, it’s not a bad idea to stay connected to the mission site if you can – you’ll notice there’s a countdown clock on the page I linked to. Good luck!
A small, weird addition
While looking up the Wallops Island Launch Facility on Google Earth, I found a strange effect from the imagery dated 4/29/2010. A lot of people believe Google Earth uses all satellite images, but in truth most of them are taken from survey aircraft, and for some reason, the images used for that date all show the shadow of the aircraft, many times over. Either that, or a huge fleet of P3 Orions, some without tails, was going over at the time.
Yes, I think that’s the actual launch pad, middle left.
No, the title does not mean last night was burrito night – it just means that, since I don’t do the artsy thing, this must be something else.
In the past several days, my right arm has been bothering me due largely to wielding the camera and flash bracket one-handed, often in awkward positions, but also from several demanding chores. I’ve been trying to let it heal, but that means taking no photos, which can only go for so long, and this morning I fell off the wagon. Obviously it was a good morning for dew shots, but there’s something else I want to draw attention to. When I’m not simply trying to illustrate something, I pay a lot of attention to the framing of the image, and stress this to my students. Whether anyone likes the way I’ve tackled it here or not, I tried to present specific subjects, their surroundings, and a general compositional form in these photos. The spider above faces across the frame, but also generates a sense of hiding (which it was – this is typical of many species.) The image at left was composed to keep all of the key leaves in the frame, with the flash adjusted to provide good light without distracting shadows, while still giving good shape to the leaves. Even the cricket at top, one of many determined not to let me get too close, was captured in accord with the grasses and with enough room for the antennae not to be cut off. These may be minor, but imagine how each would look without these efforts. It’s just my way of illustrating that there are more details to be paying attention to than simply your subject. While the lighting is a key part of this image, notice that the orb web only shows against the dark background plants, and none of the plants cross behind the spider, emphasizing its position in ‘midair’ – they also provide a sense of scale. The sky itself is grey, but the bright light through the spider and on the plants to the left is yellow and at a low angle, telling us that it’s morning. I’ve actually asked groups of people what time of day images similar to this were taken, which they usually get right, and then ask how they know. Often, they have difficulty specifying it; they noticed the clues subconsciously but cannot define them. However, bridging this gap and being aware of such influences means you can use them better. High magnification, natural light, and handholding the camera; these three things do not go well together, and in order not to get motion blur, I was using a larger aperture to keep the shutter speed up (it’s all about getting enough light into the camera.) So my depth-of-field was short, and required selecting a perspective that gave me the buds and leaf edge, as well as the contours highlighted by the light angle. I moved around the plant (I’ve been told by the people who gave it to us that it’s some form of basil) until I found what I wanted, and once again aimed for crossing the frame. A lucky benefit is the edges of the big leaf curling down away from the light, outlining them in black against the background and giving a distinctive focal point. The mix of colors in the background give it variety, but if they were in tighter focus it would have been complicated and distracting.
No one needs to be told that positioning was a key factor in this image. Many weeks ago, we planted a large number of morning glories, mostly to generate natural settings for hummingbird pics (feeder shots are clearly less appealing,) but also to provide more color and, seriously, less to mow. I’ve run into people that consider them weeds, and I’m not sure why – I usually ask what the difference is between a plant and a weed and no one ever answers very well. This planting has been slow and difficult, not in the least helped by deer coming into the yard every couple of weeks and cropping off most of the leaves (doing the same to my almond tree, which tests my we-are-all-one-with-nature tendencies.) But recently we’ve starting getting some blooms, and a nice variety, and so I can introduce to the blog a few more images that are not bugs.
This was the wrong lens to use for this kind of shot – the Mamiya 80mm macro does not handle glare well – and it would have been better had I been able to get the arm supporting the hanging basket out of the frame. But at least the electrical wires are missing. You can’t have full-on sunlight coming into the lens to get a useful effect – it has to be just peeking around the edge, so again, position is crucial.
You might think I simply can’t put down the macro lens (which is true enough,) but a stronger factor in this image is that the plant was a short vine at the edge of the ditch that I don’t want to mow anymore, and so its surroundings weren’t terribly photogenic – no lush foliage or distant trees. While only a botanist might tell it’s a morning glory bloom, the perspective is different and, to me at least, appealing. This one was cropped into a vertical orientation, from the original horizontal, because I felt the elements worked better that way and the pollen becomes more prominent in the frame, contrasting wonderfully against the color. The lone pollen grain off the right was not my point of focus, it was just a happy accident [dammit, I said I should stop doing that] meticulously planned, because a true nature photographer has it all under control.
But the last one is the one I like the best, for its textures and abstractedness. Again, think about how many different ways this could have been approached – what you’d see from a greater distance, or facing directly into the bloom, or even just focusing more tightly on the dewdrop. It’s been said that a great photographer can get a compelling image out of any subject, and if that’s true, then I’m not a great photographer (except perhaps where it means “big.”) But at the very least, make the effort to examine as many possibilities as you can, to see what kind of images can be found. Hopefully, I’ve at least provided a few ideas.
There’s another gout of photos coming shortly, but this one needed to stand on its own.
This morning was rather humid, and in chasing pics among the dew I came across this suspended drop. My initial images indicated I should take a closer look, and thus, we can now see the unfortunate nucleus of the droplet. Some species of flying ant had been captured by a spider, probably not too long ago, but its carcass served as a collector for the overnight dew. I was lucky enough to capture the focus point that showed not only some of the body details of the ant, but used the drop as a lens for the grasses beneath. Because of how a water drop acts as a lens, generally you can choose to have either the drop itself in focus, or whatever is being seen through it. While I would certainly want the grasses sharper had they been my primary subject, they work just fine for this, and even accentuate the ant – imagine all the different ways the grass could be facing. This was not at all planned (I should probably stop admitting things like that,) but tiny elements like this that can affect an image in subtle yet effective ways.
At roughly 8 pm tonight (or I guess I should say August 31st, since this will undoubtedly post the next day,) The Girlfriend’s Younger Sprog mentioned a campaign where a vaccine is donated to a child in an underdeveloped country for every comment made on participating blogs. Known as the Shot@Life campaign, they feature a different post every day for a month, from different bloggers.
Which is to say, they did – this was for the month of August. At 9 pm, I’d received the link from her. And I’m happy to say that I managed to comment on every post before midnight rolled around (not even sure if that was the deadline or not.) Granted, these could barely be called comments, at least by my standards – I am not of the Facebook generation and, when I decide to respond to a post, it’s because I have something meaningful (to me, anyway) to contribute. I dearly hate the five word, vapid approval comments. I did little more than that just now – 31 comments in three hours, and that was after reading each post – but I did at least manage to address the content itself in each. [And as I just discovered, The Girlfriend’s Younger Sprog made it too!]
Do campaigns like this really accomplish anything? Is this more an advertising gimmick than a worthwhile pursuit? Why require comments? Just fucking donate the vaccines and quit playing games. It’s all kind of stupid, really, but it certainly can’t hurt to participate. I just despise the ploy where some company claims to donate .05 cents (yes I wrote that correctly) to some cause for every product they sell, as if this is a magnanimous gesture on their part rather than an attempt to manipulate greater sales. The best thing to do in such situations is to buy the competitor’s product and donate a dollar directly to the cause itself. Or, to any cause which can be found easily on a sidebar someplace…
But I also have to say that I really, really dislike parenting blogs. Seriously, they’re not profound, insightful, surprising, or thought-provoking (not like slug sex, for sure) – they’re almost always overrun with the trials and joys of parenthood, as if this is something new or unique. It’s cool to be proud of your kids, commendable really, but even as a shared experience it doesn’t offer much. Others may like such posts, and that’s fine – I just find them tiresome.
I said I’d be coming back to this; you were a fool to doubt me. The song I’m eventually going to get to was responsible for introducing me to the previously featured video by the same band, but has a great backstory itself.
“Go ahead; make my day,” was a meme before the term had even been adopted, and before the intersnarl existed, courtesy of Clint Eastwood/Dirty Harry Callahan in the movie Sudden Impact. When it became popular in Kenya, however, “make my day” was mistranslated as “mek ma nday,” which to the best of my knowledge doesn’t have a direct linguistic meaning in any language. This phrase, now run together into “Makmende,” become absorbed into Swahili slang as an abstract character name, a sarcastic way to refer to anyone who believed themselves to be a badass (which actually puts it a step above the “Chuck Norris” meme because it actively spoofs the idea.)
Enter Just A Band, which personified the character in the video for their song “Ha-He” and brought it to international attention:
“Makemende amerudi” means, “Makmende returns” of course. I approve of the efforts they went through to reproduce the American blaxploitation films of the 1970s so well, up to and including the washed-out color and the fashions – the afro pick worn by Wrong Number (the first bad guy) is fantastic. For anyone that doesn’t know what one is, they’re a comb especially to fluff out and shape an afro, and really were just carried in the afro by some, though the fashion faded in the States by 1990. If I’d had the hair for it I would have done it myself.
I’m obligated to mention that the subtitled dialogue always makes me giggle – it’s like reading the descriptions on eBay items from China…
The whole Makmende thing brings back memories of a nearly-forgotten era (okay, it was actually more recent than the movies I’ve just named,) when I was a Dungeons & Dragons player. One of our group, a youth with more than his fair share of creative role-laying ability, portrayed a typical barbarian character, minimal intellect wrapped in ridiculous strength and gratuitous violence, an adherent of Ximal (the God of Needless Slaying, but you already knew that.) Between sessions, he would occasionally regale us in barbarian pidgin with his tales of anachronistic adventures in pop culture:
“Ugly guy come up to me with funny-looking metal thing in hand, think he tough! Said, ‘Make… my… day…'” A look of gruesome delight came across the storyteller’s face at the recollection. “Me did – me kill him! Me crush his skull, like this:krrrchh! Then me take funny-looking metal thing, and shove it up him butthole.”
He paused to frown in mild confusion. “Strange sound happen…”
I am not going to apologize for what is to come; I am only going to warn you. This post contains graphic images that are probably just fine for children (because they’re usually fascinated with this kind of stuff,) but may gross out the adult who realizes what they’re looking at. If that isn’t enough, some of the text might assist.
The area where I live is apparently ideal for gastropods, mostly slugs, and we’re not talking little garden slugs either, but massive leopard-spotted zeppelins big enough to trip over. I think they’re keeping the raccoon population down. This year has been especially noteworthy, in that I actually have to use a flashlight when walking around at night because they’re all over the place, even onto the porch.
I mentioned before that I often go barefoot, so you can imagine what it’s like if I fail to see one in my path. Actually no, you can’t, because the mucus of these mutated behemoths is a special compound similar to what they used to attach the heat tiles to the space shuttle – it doesn’t come off with dragging your feet in the grass or across the concrete walkway, and it absorbs water to become an expanded mass of super slime. It takes a scrub brush, or a knife blade scraped sideways across your sole, and then you might as well toss the knife.
This is just in case you thought I was exaggerating; the blue plastic is an old recycling bin now used for composting, which doesn’t help matters any – they adore all the unacceptable vegetable matter left over from meal preparation.
Slug anatomy is a very peculiar thing, and serves as a reminder that so many animals that we know of are strikingly similar, because gastropods radically depart from these patterns. In between vomiting, you may have noticed a large opening in the side of the slug in the above image, and a close-up of this opening is shown at right. This is a pneumostome, and how slugs and snails breathe. All it does is open wide and draw air into a large interior space that’s heavily vascularized, and oxygen is absorbed into the system therein. It is only on the right, and cycles open and closed quite slowly, which comes as a surprise I’m sure.
The following photos show something that I’ve been hoping to see for a while now, one of many items on my target images list – we’ve already established long ago that I’m weird, so there’s no need to comment. I might have missed this display entirely if it wasn’t for my curiosity, but tonight as I discarded some cooking grease into a brush pile (keeping it out of the drains,) I realized one of the trees in the yard was especially shiny in the flashlight, encircled to a height of two meters with mucus trails – I’ve seen them often, but never to such an extent. Wandering around the tree in examination, I came across a sight that made me run get the camera. What you are about to see may shock you. This… is slug porn. [Yes, read that in James Earl Jones’ voice.]
Up to this point, the only description I’d had of the curious sex life of gastropods came from the naturalist Gerald Durrell, having witnessed it as a boy growing up in Greece. Most, if not all species of slugs and snails are hermaphroditic, possessing both male and female sex organs – but no, they cannot go fuck themselves (someone had to say it.) The species Durrell witnessed actually entwined with the assistance of a bizarre mechanism that fired little darts from each snail, attached to a line of some kind, and they would harpoon one another and reel in mutually. This, (un)fortunately, is not the case with the leopard slug, which may go by many different names but is best identified with the scientific name Limax maximus. First off, they routinely do what the more adventurous of our species attempts (usually to comical results) and bump uglies while dangling from a harness of their own design, visible at top. The purpose of this, other than the obvious spice it adds, I can only speculate on, but I’m guessing it improves mobility. On first sighting, since it’s darker than the normal mucus, I wondered if it might actually have been part of the slugs’ anatomy, stretched to an absurd degree, but since it was left behind I determined it was just a slime rope.
I’m going to pause a moment and put you off certain foods forever by just mentioning them here. Cinnamon twists. Braided breadsticks. Salt water taffy. Yes, I’m evil as well as weird.
But let’s not leave our amorous couple hanging [add “shameless” to that list.] They then extrude their brilliant blue penises and wrap them around the each other, but not, as you undoubtedly surmised, in some form of testosterone-drunk comparison; this is how they mate – as Alex and his droogs might put it, a little of the old “out-out.”
You were expecting them to come from further back, and not the region of their right ear, weren’t you? I told you slug anatomy is radical, but would you listen? Nooooo. The reason the penis extends from the ear is to hear… no, I’m not going to do it; it’s too easy. Slugs don’t have ears, anyway (because there’s a penis there! And their anus, too, also on the right – intelligent design my ass.)
Now apparently, they usually try to find a branch to do this on and end up dangling from the underside, which means I am definitely never going out at night without a flashlight again, because catching this in the face while wandering under a tree is an experience I will not regret never having had when I die. You thought walking through spiderwebs was bad…
Eventually they unwrapped things up and put the toys away, heading off in separate directions and disappointing another slug who’d been hanging around (figuratively only) hinting at a threesome. And I added images to my stock sure to catapult me to fame and recognition, and earn me a nickname no worse than many I had in high school – it started early.
In looking up some details for this post, I ran across this video from the BBC’s Life in the Undergrowth program, with David Attenborough of course, which displays the whole process. It was actually made slightly more disgusting than it normally is, hard as that may be to conceive, through the idiotic addition of slimy sound effects as they move. Trust a guy who’s done a lot of slug images: they don’t make a sound.
As a merciful and completely inadequate offset, I leave you with a cute photo, which by now you’re convinced I cannot take, of a fawn in the neighbor’s yard the other day. The observation was too brief to get much more than this, so I chose the best one. This is just to prove I am not utterly without social skills…
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The list of puns and titles that I rejected was lengthy, and even more painful, so you should be grateful…