Playing the rubes

I’ve had this one sitting in the blog folder for a while, and since it’s Freethinker’s Day, I decided to tackle it (especially since photographs still aren’t happening too often.) If I don’t finish this, I’ll set it aside for Freethought Day instead and just change this paragraph.

The U.S. really has an inordinate number of religious politicians – or at least, those that claim to be. Obviously, they wouldn’t be doing this unless it provided some benefit to them, because it really has no bearing whatsoever on their jobs, and to be blunt, they actually take oaths to uphold the Constitution which expressly forbids them from any form of legislature along such lines, the old ‘separation of church and state’ jazz. But even without such restrictions, their job, their focus, is supposed to be on the community at large, everyone, not just select portions no matter what their number. And there are more than enough things for them to do than parroting very specific bits of scripture or worrying about the state of our souls – the whole ‘free country’ thing means we can do that for ourselves.

[You will notice that, while there are religious exemption laws for things like vaccinations and education, there isn’t any such thing for marriage or abortion laws. Funny that.]

So clearly, what we’re seeing is pandering, the attempt to influence the voters that really don’t understand what a politician is supposed to do and instead have a kneejerk reaction to the bare label of ‘religious’ or ‘christian,’ which in their eyes means something good must come of it.

The amusing thing is that it takes no effort whatsoever to determine that the vast majority of these ‘religious’ politicians demonstrate absolutely no traits of believers; too many of them act in ways distinctly against the precepts of christianity (naturally, it has to be christianity too – remember the huge fuss over the idea that Barack Obama was rumored to be muslim, like that had the slightest bearing on anything?) Lying, theft, and adultery are in evidence far too often, which would presumably determine who wasn’t really a follower of christ, but then we also have the bare traits of being bought by corporate interests, rerouting campaign and office funds for personal and family use, nepotism, cronyism, and a host of other things not specifically against any deadly sins, but not at all what anyone imagines to define ‘good.’ These aren’t hard to find.

Even the idea that someone professes their belief as if it’s important is not just ignorant of their office, but rather crass, like bringing up their car, their spouse’s measurements, or their high-school sports achievements – pretty much a sign of insecurity in trying to impress people. And seriously, claiming to be any religion is about the lowest bar that can be set, because no religion that I can think of actually has any standards to be met before the label can be claimed. For the clout that this seems to have with so many people, you’d think that one would have to accomplish something to lay claim, but no – just announce it, you’re golden. We have to pass tests just to be allowed to drive, but god apparently has lower standards than that, and far too many religious voters certainly do.

There is even an abysmal history of those caught in egregious violations, not just of their religious precepts, but the requirements of their office, who are then ‘forgiven’ and permitted to carry on; somehow, this violation of trust and duty is not at all the insult to the voters who believed in the religious claims, what we might imagine worthy of immediate contempt at least; instead, this is too often treated as a simple mistake, like forgetting to take the chicken out to thaw. Because, of course, no one could possibly lie about being religious and by extension good.

Do good people take advantage of the terminally, inexcusably gullible? Kind of stretches the definition of ‘good,’ one would think. But a lot of politicians have no problem with it, and far too many people fail to spot the sucker bet that it is, walking right into it and congratulating themselves for their blindness rather than seeing religious claims as the biggest red flag there is in politics. Personally, I would sooner vote for a politician with a criminal record than one that parades their piety, even slightly, because the latter is definitely aiming at the idiot vote, and it’s hard to even imagine that there’s a useful purpose to this.

Tripod holes, part 5

tree in fog, red channel monochrome
N 35.888237° W 79.015528° Google Earth Placemark

I should have done this one two weeks back, when it would only have been six years and three days after it was originally taken, but oh well. This was from January 2017, and there was still a smidgen of snow on the ground even though the morning’s temperatures were pretty nice for January – this is hinted at with the fog, but granted, the image here is also altered a bit from the original. This is just the red channel, which produced the nice thin results that I liked, though the original wasn’t terribly far away from this.

This is within Mason Farm Biological Reserve, and the placemark/coordinates are pinned to the prominent tree in the frame, not where I was standing – for that, go pretty much due west to the visible gravel drive. Mason Farm has been featured here numerous times, though it doesn’t tend to display a lot of wildlife, so the images from there lean a lot more towards the fartsy end. That particular morning dawned with a very thick fog and I raced out to find something to do with it, arriving (probably some 20 minutes after I went out the door) while there was still enough fog left to use. This is partially because all of the fields within the reserve are surrounded by woods and so the air circulates a lot less. Had I known a spot as close as this with more untrammeled snow on the fields, I would have gone there, but the region isn’t good for natural areas that don’t see people walking through them almost immediately after a snowfall.

I am, in fact, still on the lookout for places close by that look good in fog, that I can get to quickly when the conditions arise, but that’s been going on over eight years now and I haven’t found a good one yet, so…

Meanwhile, we still haven’t had more than seven flakes of snow this winter (I counted them,) but I have a suspicion we’ll get at least one decent snow storm before spring. We’ll see if this plays out.

This is not a comet

Orion's dagger with telephoto lens
It’s probably not too far from what I would have captured if I tried, admittedly, and the intention was to try, just a little later on. This came Friday night, when I stepped out to check conditions and decided to shoot the first-quarter (“half”) moon real quick. This is not the first-quarter moon either, but the [ahem] ‘dagger’ in Orion, those “three” stars that can be made out below the belt, spanning the entire frame here.

You may well know that comet C/2022 E3 ZTF is becoming more visible by the day, er, night, and it’s a good target to try amateur astrophotography with – with a telescope. Not so much with a telephoto lens, and this shows us why. This was a one-second exposure at ISO 6400, f5.6, 350mm with the 2x converter. I probably should have left the teleconverter off and just gone with 600mm, but I was doing detailed photos of the moon and the converter helped there, then I re-aimed towards Orion to see what I could achieve, and had to zoom back out a little to get all of Orion’s Shame in view. Even at 1-second, the movement is blurring the stars a little, though granted, Orion on the plane of the ecliptic is moving a lot more than the comet, pretty close to Polaris, would have been. Still, to get a really nice shot, I would have had to use a much longer shutter speed, and so tracking the motion of the Earth would have been much better. While out there, I took a quick look for the comet, though the real session would have come later on after I traveled to a much-darker sky location; basically, I might have found it, but the distinctive coma wasn’t at all visible, so I knew a long exposure would be necessary.

That’s a story in itself. I have a mildly-capable reflecting telescope, with a tracking motor, but I suspect the camera rig on the eyepiece would be too much weight for the motor, so I’ve been trying to get a modified webcam to work with it. I mentioned before about the software woes, and just tried again tonight to go a different route, with absolutely no results at all. The saga of these endeavors is getting pretty damn long, but as yet, I’m unwilling to drop the money on one of the ‘proper’ eyepiece cameras, which start at $150 and work up through at least ten times that amount; I can’t justify that without much better skies here. I have an inexpensive one already, and initial tests of that were not impressive at all. Which is not to say the webcam route will be better, but at least I know the sensor in that is reasonably sharp and color-neutral.

So, will I ever get an image of the comet? I wouldn’t count on it, but I haven’t given up yet. Meanwhile, I have to note that as I stepped out and hadn’t even gotten to a view of the northern sky yet, a lovely long-tailed meteor crossed half of the sky, heading close to due north, and lasting almost two seconds – exactly the kind of thing that I’ve been trying to capture on film/sensor for years now. Dammitall.

Tomorrow, let’s… keep on

Tomorrow is, honest and for true, Freethinkers Day, and as god as my witness (a ha ha ha ha haaa!,) I don’t really know what to post about it.

I mean, I don’t really even like the label: freethinker, as opposed to, what, a paid thinker? The idea is that a freethinker is not hampered by religious dogma or cultural restrictions, but in reality, nobody tells you, or can tell you, how to think – the best we can say about that is a freethinker might feel less concerned about the consequences of voicing what they think. Which we should be doing anyway. And this is where the holiday falls flat to me, in that there isn’t one day we should be doing this, but every day. The existence of a holiday openly implies that we should feel restricted the rest of the year.

Maybe it’s intended to raise awareness of freethought, to show that’s it’s okay to speak out in favor of rationality, which is fine, but again, for my own sake it takes place constantly, and I have more than a few posts here about this (see: slacktivism.) Plus just the idea of ‘raising awareness’ is almost hackneyed now. We even have to be careful what we encourage, because no one thinks they’re irrational, while no one can be entirely rational either. It’s like saying, “Be smart.” Probably most people would respond, “Well, I am smart, so done deal,” at least internally – what it often takes is highlighting particular examples of topics, conclusions, or even just cultural norms that don’t demonstrate a rational approach. Which isn’t a bad idea for the day at least, and perhaps I’ll be back tomorrow with something (I have nothing planned now, so I’ll have to find something.)

We could also potentially use the day to introduce people to the ideology of freethought, or to showcase some of the more influential freethinkers throughout history, among them Thomas Paine, who was born on tomorrow’s date in 1737 (what are the chances?) and whose seminal work Common Sense was instrumental in the formation of the US – far more so than any and all religious influences, despite spurious claims of being founded as a ‘christian nation.’

For recommended reading, I’d suggest Richard Dawkins and Jerry Coyne, and the works of Carl Sagan and Richard Feynman, at least to start. I say this with the recognition that we shouldn’t be idolizing people, but ideas instead – there are just some people that have more than a few good ideas. Or check out the blog of the Freedom From Religion Foundation.

It’s pleasing to see that, despite the best efforts of various vapor-brained nitwits, religion is on the decline in this country. Long overdue of course, but it’s only a symptom anyway, which is why I espouse critical thinking instead – which is not as evidently growing, especially if we look at our political system circus and some of the more visible forms of activism. It’s not just about eradicating religion, and indeed never was – it’s about making sense, which often means denying emotional reactions in favor of careful consideration. Religion is only one example of doing things only because someone else does – there are a lot more out there.

I’ll leave you with this, a recent discovery, though a friend (I have them, hush) indicated that I’m a bit behind. Jim Jeffries has an amusing yet insightful routine:


Tag me with a spoon

It’s that time all my readers have been waiting for (if I had any, though if I did, they wouldn’t): the annual tag roundup! Yes, again – we’ll keep doing this until I run out of good puns for the title. Go on – I fed you that one.

In the Walkabout Universe, tags are not just categories of topics or commonality, they’re also brief sardonic commentary on the posts, icing on the urinal cake, as it were. To this end, we end up with a lot of one-time-only tags herein, because I’m the kind of guy that often mutters some rejoinder at the ends of conversations (I was raised on M*A*S*H and Alan Alda, so…)

But let’s take a look at what you might have missed, had you not been checking routinely already and if you’re actually reading in the first place.

Stone’enge – A subtle reference to the same movie that the title makes, but you’re well-versed in the classics so this won’t escape you

I had fun typing up that document – It was especially timely, too

do I really need the bustle for this? – All that effort for a bit part

the lurking gender change? – But it’s art, so anything goes

What the fuck’s up Doc? – As well as, ‘don’t look at the fuckin’ leaves.’ Only one of these is actually mine. I tried looking up the word he uses multiple times in there but none of my variations of, “sasepatose,” elicited a match

Tackle Me Elmo – It will be almost immediately apparent

now pout – some photographers have it easy

ass-of-no-color shama thank you – Gotta stay with the times. But this is a feature of someone else’s photos, so go anyway

where the hell is the Down switch? – You’d think they’d have this down pat

contrasty balls of some sort – Probably not what you’re imagining, mostly because you’re imaginary anyway. The following post enlightens, however

But what kind of school? – Those nagging questions. But it’s an excuse to link to a couple of photos that I like

foul-mouthed little shit – Not me this time, believe it or not. This is my revenge for family members that don’t read my stuff

is that a gnat in your pocket? – No size queens in this kingdom, er, phylum

all about the spin – As well as, ‘certainly not the Benjamins.’ But in terms of personal enrichment… well, it ain’t got that either

Scared? Me? Pshaw! – Though his pink flap is bigger than mine…

it’s got critters too – No matter what the genre, that’s important criteria (Hah! Another pun!)

where’s my Mola Ram helmet? – You can never find that when you need it

but look how sharp the fish is – Actually, in terms of panning, this is not too shabby

Pesky Al’s Wager – I’m kinda proud of this one, which only illustrates my standards. Like the rest of the site doesn’t do that enough…

And a few older ones that didn’t get included in previous iterations:

this is important – From years ago, but what a subtle hint about the photo. If that wasn’t enough, two posts further along will help, and if that’s not enough, think mashed potatoes.

fauxquiescence – I still love this word. Your dictionary probably needs updating

he stayed home with Willie duh – I’m not sure who was more shrill…

actually it’s more aureolin – Get your mind out of the gutter

And finally,

sorry I’m off the market ladies – I can hear the hearts breaking from here.

The previous tag roundups (man, look how long I’ve been doing this) are below:

2015: Tagged
2016: Tagged again
2017: Papa’s got a brand new tag
2018: So what did 2017 hold?
2019: Do not read tag under penalty of law
2020: Tagginses! We hates it forever!
2021: Tag ’em and bag ’em
2022: I don’t mean to tag, but…

Now let’s have a fond look back at the holidays we all celebrated in 2022:

Household Ingredients Day, January 31
Delete Your Fucking Facebook Horseshit Day, February 23
Take Far Longer On A Project Than Planned And Ruin Your Schedule Day, March 20
Finally Make A Bare Minimum Advance Towards Goals Day, April 17
Were Those Really Seeds Day?, May 20
Return with Topspin Day, June 27
Thin Out The Blog Folder Day, July 31
Not Everything Blooms In The Spring Day, August 17
Put On Long Pants For The First Time Since, What, Early May? Day, September 24th
Spot a South American Rodent Outside of a Zoo Day, October 26th
Pollinate The Lemon Trees Wintering In The Greenhouse Day, November 28th
Expand on Initial Experiments Week, December 17th

Boy, not the most inspired list of holidays there, but still better than the National Day of Prayer. Well, sure, fine, that’s a pretty low bar to clear, but at least I… oh, never mind. Let’s move on to the actual counts for 2022.

chart of uploaded image counts for blog years to date
We can see that 2022 backed away from the count for 2021, itself behind 2020, making us take a strong third in the lineup. Not surprising, given how little traveling was done, and truth be told, the numbers just can’t keep increasing without, at least, some kind of economic incentive. For instance, if each reader gave just one dollar right now, I could get a cup of tea. Just not from Starbucks.

post counts for blog to date
You already know that we hit 2,500 posts in late December, and while this year also fell behind last year a bit, not by too much really, and still well ahead of 2020. All of that still the quality content that you’ve come to expect.

total word count of blog to date
Good gracious, while not seeming to drop out of the trend too far, 2022 takes seventh place in the lineup of word count – that’s enough to keep us out of the qualifiers this year! This is gonna be a tough nut to hoe for our crack team of writers (who just wrote that line, so…)

Overall, the blog contains about 2.1 million words – I mean, not different words, there are probably a handful of repeats in there but, you know, they still had to be typed. According to the WordPress plugin, it should take 11 1/2 hours to read through this year, not counting bathroom breaks. Perfect for waiting on the doctor and flights and so on.

So what do all these numbers mean? Not a damn thing. We’re just a species that likes comparing shit like this, some inherent competitive urges.

I also have to point out that while only two podcasts were produced this year, there were 14 of my own videos uploaded, which is no small amount of effort there, and some of them had behavior that I was quite pleased to get – as I mentioned in the last podcast, I had a pretty decent amount of luck this year. is this the start of a new trend? We’ll just have to wait and find out I guess, but I’ll do what I can to help it along. I mean, we already have a fabulous clip posted for 2023.

So that’s our recap for 2022. Be sure to catch us again this time next year for more nonsense and whinging!

Tripod holes, part 4

great egret Ardea alba looking excited
N 27.046105° W 82.400731° Google Earth Placemark

I’m still not sure if the Google Earth Placemark links are actually working – they’re not for me – but if they are for you, this one will be slightly different than the latitude/longtitude coordinates listed, and neither of those actually shows where I was standing, but the coordinates show where these birds were at least. This is a great egret (Ardea alba) arriving on the nest with its fledglings, and was taken in the Venice Audubon Society Rookery in Venice, Florida, a must-visit locale if you have the faintest interest in photographing birds. The place is simply unreal: a tiny island on a small pond in the heart of Venice that is a roosting and nesting site for dozens, if not hundreds, of birds. They’re so close together that there are constant territorial warnings among the birds simply from flying to their nests, and The Girlfriend and I witnessed a night heron stealing material from another nest while the owners were away – notably, the thief didn’t even have to fly in to do this, but simply walked out on a limb from its own nesting location within the canopy. We when arrived at sunrise, the eruption of birds from the trees of the island looked like billowing smoke and convinced me that the foliage camouflaged a vertical shaft into the earth where thousands of birds were mass-produced. You think I’m exaggerating…

This also exemplifies the true, original meaning of ‘tripod holes,’ since when you go (and you will,) you’ll be standing where hundreds of other photographers have stood, this being one of the premier bird photography spots in the country. Unlike scenic locations, however, you’ll likely capture something unique, as long as you have a little patience and are quick on the shutter. The Girlfriend, not really a dedicated photographer, nonetheless captured a lovely portrait of a heron gliding across the pond, still framed here on the walls of Walkabout Studios, using my digital camera and 75-300 lens when I’d switched to slide film. Later on as we returned to our motel room to get ready for breakfast, we had the TV on and suddenly found ourselves looking at the very place we’d just been, instantly recognizable, on a program talking about the Florida Birding Trail.

It’s been a while since we’ve been there, and we really have to return…

Okay, that works

While typing up the previous post, I realized that a video clip would better illustrate the difficulty in holding a long lens reasonably still, and I stepped out to do a quick clip of whatever I could find, probably just the top of a nearby tree. But as I was doing this, one of the neighbors pointed out that the hawk that I’d seen fly over and disappear as I came out had only gone just around the corner and settled into a tree, so I elected to use that as a subject instead, and started stalking closer.

immature red-tailed hawk Buteo jamaicensis sitting with back to photographer
Amazingly, today is also an appropriate holiday: Arouse Suspicions, But Not Too Much Day, so I could actually celebrate it with this red-tailed hawk (Buteo jamaicensis) instead of by provoking The Girlfriend. The hawk was on the opposite side and a little ways down the road, and I ambled casually closer.

immature red-tailed hawk Buteo jamaicensis looking over its shoulder suspiciously
I’m pegging this as a female due to the size and in the hopes of triggering some Woke idiot, and the lack of an actually red tail indicates that she’s immature, a year or less in age. True to intentions, she turned and watched me warily as I approached, pausing frequently to fire off another frame or two while trying not to appear as if I was stalking her. Not too much, anyway.

immature red-tailed hawk Buteo jamaicensis looking appropriately horrified
Eventually I could get past enough to get more of a proper perspective (and a bit closer,) and she favored me with the look of a Royal on the balcony who has just heard someone call out, “Show us yer knickers!” Or at least, that’s what this angle suggests, but since hawks don’t really have facial expressions, what we’re seeing instead is the brow ridge from the underside, no longer ‘glaring’ but canted in the opposite direction, helped by the eyes shifted downward as well. The fact that she could easily have flown off at any time and didn’t, not even when I finished my session and headed back, indicated that I’d satisfied the requirements of the holiday just ducky.

I’ve seen very few redtails in the immediate area, hosting more of the smaller red-shouldered hawks instead, but this one seems to be hanging around, and I’m fine with it. I’d prefer to see kestrels, really, since their numbers seem to have seriously dwindled around here in the past 20 years, plus they look cooler, but I’ll take this for now.

Confused AF

I did an outing yesterday! Granted, it wasn’t a terribly productive outing, and too few of the images will be keepers – including some of the ones you’ll see here. But at least there’s a smidgen of content.

I went down to Jordan Lake to see what was stirring, which wasn’t a lot – just a lone black vulture in the distance, but in the woods near the parking area, several smaller species were kicking around in a hyperactive and framing-thwarting way. Since these were mostly sparrows and finches and suchlike, songbirds which rarely hold my attention, I wasn’t paying a lot of attention to them, but to the occasional familiar calls instead.

red-headed woodpecker Melanerpes erythrocephalus in distance
This is the entire frame from one encounter, and mind you this was at 600mm, giving some idea of the distance and conditions involved. This was the initial frame but naturally we want to be closer.

red-headed woodpecker Melanerpes erythrocephalus transitioning to adult plumage
The closer crop gives us a better look and the recognition that autofocus didn’t quite lock on ideally. Still, this shows the mottled appearance of the head. This is a red-headed woodpecker (Melanerpes erythrocephalus,) the species that I was pursuing, in stills and video, numerous times last year, and this image pins it down as a yearling because the plumage is in transition between the grey heads of the juveniles and the brilliant red heads of the breeding adults. Naturally, it was too small in the viewfinder for me to know that focus wasn’t quite locked on, or even see the grey feathers on the head, but I kept shooting anyhow.

red-headed woodpecker Melanerpes erythrocephalus failing to provide a sharp profile
Of course, when autofocus finally did pin things down, the woodpecker stopped giving me the nice profiles and refused to show the mottled coloration clearly.

An adult, who happened to land only half that distance from me, hung around for a bit to excavate a nice cavity.

adult red-headed woodpecker Melanerpes erythrocephalus excavating trunk cavity
I’m not sure what to credit the, um, ‘BBW*’ appearance to, especially since it wasn’t cold so the feathers shouldn’t have been that puffed out, while we’re also a little ahead of nesting season here so this likely isn’t an egg. Perhaps expecting a hard winter? Regardless, it’s one of the few sharp images that I obtained for this session.

I’d like to blame the autofocus for that, but there are mitigating factors, and this caused me to pause the writing here and get a video clip to illustrate this, which not only required a bit of time in post-production, it resulted in some more images that will be along shortly. So, the clip:

The grip seen in there, by the way, can be found here.

It might seem like I have weak arms or something, and perhaps I do – I haven’t arm-wrestled anyone in a while – but I’ve been doing this for a long time now, and you need to keep in mind that every small twitch is magnified by the lens just as much as the subject. So combine this with the typical autofocus area:

frame example with autofocus indicator dubbed in
… and we see how autofocus can get confused. You thought the post title meant, “Confused as fuck?” You spend too much time on your smutphone.

Then we have foreground interference, like with this downy woodpecker (Dryobates pubescens):

downy woodpecker Dryobates pubescens foraging for unknown reasons on a twig
Yes, it appears to be foraging on a twig – don’t ask me what that’s about. I’m guessing it’s on its new year’s diet.

And background interference:

juvenile red-headed woodpecker Melanerpes erythrocephalus with background interference
So it’s not so surprising, given these conditions, that I’m going to discard the majority of what I took yesterday.

Now to some degree a tripod, or at the very least a monopod, would help tremendously with stability and thus the ability for autofocus to ‘know’ what I was trying to focus upon, and I recommend using one as often as possible (and with very few exceptions, video should never be done without a tripod.) But then we have the factors of a) lugging it around to new positions every time the subject moves to a different spot, which with woodpeckers happens every thirty seconds or so; b) having one that can hold the lens well above eye level for higher subjects; and c) every time you lock the head down, the subject will move to a new position, because nature photography subjects enjoy being perverse. You miss more shots trying to maintain good habits than if you ‘wing it’ by shooting handheld. I was able to use a tripod so often last year because my focus was on the nest itself, and thus fixed. Image stabilization helps a lot, but there’s only so much it can do, and it can’t compensate for the kind of wobbling seen in the video.

One last semi-red-headed, because:

juvenile red-headed woodpecker Melanerpes erythrocephalus holding acorn and showing varied head plumage
This one, also a yearling (and showing off its acorn,) doesn’t seem to be as far along in the transition, which may indicate a brood from later in the year; I caught fledglings leaving the nest in June and August. Is this – are any of these – woodpeckers that I photographed previously? I have no way of knowing. Given the proximity to the nest area, a few hundred meters away from this (and quiescent at the moment – I checked,) it’s entirely possible, but the species is abundant in the region and that was likely not the only nest to be found, so the chances are still slim. But maybe.

* Big-bodied woodpecker – why, what did you think I meant?

No hesitation

female wolf spider genus Lycosidae venturing out on a warm January evening
Boy, not gonna set any blog records for January, that’s for damn sure. There just hasn’t been anything to photograph, and not enough time or motivation to tackle a couple of the other topics that I have sitting in my blog folder for, you know, when I have the time and motivation.

But it peaked close to 20° today, and that was enough to spark a little nighttime activity. Earlier I’d seen two of the green frogs that live in the backyard pond out and about, as well as four or five deer napping off the back edge of the property, but I didn’t have the camera in hand then. Learning from this, later on I did have it in hand when I spotted this little lady by the reflection of her eyes in the headlamp beam. Spiders are remarkably cold-hardy, and while they won’t be active anywhere near freezing temperatures (or at least I’ve found none like that around here,) the moment it gets up above 10 or 12° they can often be spotted. The treefrogs and anoles are firmly settled in until spring, but the spiders only need the barest chance of finding food and they’ll be out and about. I only got the one frame of this wolf spider (genus Lycosidae) with the flash misadjusted, making it a little too dark, and as I was readjusting that she got suspicious and vanished under the leaves – this was lightened in post.

I’ve found very few wolf spiders this past year or so, and I don’t know whether this is simply a random variation in populations, which I’ve seen plenty of evidence of with several species, or if the foraging frogs have been limiting their numbers – she wasn’t far from the pond and thus fair game, but again, the frogs weren’t in sight when she was, otherwise you’d have seen at least another frame of them. Some evening – probably not in the winter – I’ll have to set up in the backyard with an AC lamp and just watch to see what kind of ongoing activity there is, maybe snag some video of hunting behavior from any one of the species therein. Remind me when it’s warmer. Dependably warmer.

Tripod holes, part 3

swamped fishing boat at predawn on intracoastal waterway, Oak Island NC
N 33.922551° W 78.069167° Google Earth Placemark

More cheating this week: You will no longer find this boat if you go to this location, at least not according to Google Earth/Google Maps, though where it’s gone I can’t say. Repaired? Dismantled? Driven off by a storm? Looming out of the fog just when our heroes were relaxing? Your guess is probably better, or at least more imaginative, then mine.

This was taken during our trip to Oak Island, NC, a semi-planned shot in that I spotted the boat the previous day from the causeway as we crossed the intracoastal waterway, and later on pulled up the maps to see if there was a way to get closer. It turned out to be trivially easy, since it was right off of a boatyard and we could practically drive right up to it, though my past experience with such locations urged us to park some ways back to minimize the chance of blowing a tire; the region was littered with scrap and debris. The sun wasn’t going to rise quite where I wanted it to, so I elected to use the predawn colors and augment with my pocket flashlight to keep the boat from being just a silhouette.

I’d been out the previous day on the beach for sunrise but the angles were wrong and the sun rose behind the buildings along the shore, so I was after something more scenic, without a lot of time to prepare or explore. This proved sufficient, though I’m always aiming to do something a lot more dramatic. Still, it serves as some color in the winter dead months, and who’s complaining about that?

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