Living in the past VII

very young Chinese mantis Tenodera sinensis covered in dew on azalea blossomsWe’re back to another installment of living out my glory years and realizing how unglorious they were, but you take what you got, because whatcha gonna do about it now? You should have thought about needing post material a decade later back then, shouldn’t you?

Though I admit, you have no idea how psyched I was to get this image back then, and I still find it pretty damn slick, a lucky find (that I handled quite well, mind you.) It was the first year that I’d had a mantis hatching right on the property and thus incredibly handy, and I’d gone out on a particularly dewy morning to find the bebbies were all covered with dew – this is not work of the misting bottle. The azaleas that they’d chosen to scamper about on were still in bloom, as well as producing new leaves, so the background was a lot more colorful than the deeper green of the mature leaves later on in the year. I had to use the supplemental light of the big flash unit, at that time with a Lumiquest Big Bounce (which turned out to be too heavy and cumbersome for macro work, and was soon replaced by a custom unit,) but the macro magnification was obtained with the bellows – also cumbersome for field work, but more than adequate in this situation.

You’d think with the high humidity that NC typically displays, images like this would be common, but there are only two times of the year that morning dew usually occurs, in the spring and the fall, and it’s still not that common – warm to hot days and cool nights, and we transition through those periods rather quickly; all summer long we never hit the dewpoint in the evening. Generally, April and September are when these conditions appear, provided we’re not getting the rains that come then instead.

Although it helps if I’m actually around to see the dew, because clear skies will burn it off quickly, so it’s usually gone soon after the sun is up. You could say I’m not a morning person, but you’d be wrong – I’m always up in the early morning. I just usually consider it the previous day still…

Dittyday 7: Danny Elfman and Oingo Boingo

Being a pop musician is not, it appears, a stable career choice, and cataloging the various iterations involved in this one would take more effort than I’m going to expend – Wikipedia exists for this reason, but I grew up before cut-n-paste was a thing and learned how to write my own essays, so I’ll just send you over there if you want all the nitty-gritty. And I admit that I was late to the party on this one, not really discovering the primary band until after they’d disbanded.

While the initial aspects had a long history before this, it was as Oingo Boingo that they gained their primary popularity, a pop/new wave group with a lot of members, which is the only increment that can be used dependably – I think the lineup changed by the song. One of the things that set them apart was how much you realized there were a lot of people in the band, because most of the songs were a kaleidoscope of instruments and sounds and stings and flourishes, but exceptionally well mixed like the dialogue in a character-heavy movie, never overriding one another. The horn section, found wandering the streets destitute after the end of the disco era, were given a new home and a big yard to play in, while multiple keyboardists got to try out many of the newer synth sounds being produced in shadowy computer dens.* And Danny Elfman became the primary singer and songwriter, after the band (and before that, the street-theatre group) was initially created by his brother Richard.

My first introduction to them was from the soundtrack of the movie by the same name, so we’ll have a listen to ‘Weird Science.’ Note the spooky little three sustained notes from the keyboards lending character to the lyrics, but especially pay attention to the classic guitar riff following the chorus, which is actually two guitars playing the same thing very slightly out of sync – easiest to hear if you have headphones on, because they’re on different channels (I entertained the possibility that this was simply a duplication of one riff, but they don’t seem to be perfect clones.) I want to see the sheet music that delineates all of this:

Weird Science – Oingo Boingo

I’m not sure if you could, or should, consider this ‘typical’ of the band – I’m not sure anything is, really, because they tackled a variety of styles while still within the confines of ‘pop music.’ But it’s distinctly catchy for something with such a melange of things going on in there.

More along these lines is the next, but there’s a caveat: this song was never performed the same way twice, and I have no count of how many different versions there are, except that this one is my own – I happened to like certain progressions of the lyrics and ended up remixing this myself. I don’t recommend this, because you’ll discover that no two sources have the same tonal quality and trying to match them seamlessly isn’t a healthy undertaking. However, the numerous versions almost guarantee that any live performance you see is actually performed live, and not lip-synced, because you won’t find a recording that matches it.

Back in the early 2000s when I was shooting weddings in Florida, a local radio station would play this fairly dependably on Saturday nights, and I’d catch it as I was driving back home from gigs, sweat drying in the blast from the open windows. Wedding photography (at least to me) required being ‘on’ the entire time, not necessarily tense but certainly riding a regular stream of adrenaline to remain on top of everything, and grooving to this song would burn off the remainder – that’s probably not biologically accurate but you still know what I’m talking about. It’s slightly amusing that the song is about funerals, so let’s check out ‘Dead Man’s Party’:

Dead Man’s Party – Oingo Boingo

Elfman shows off his falsetto range here, yet they had to dig a hole below the basement to tune that bass. Many popular songs have a recognizable riff, but this has nine or twelve of them – I would have loved to have seen the studio sessions as they hashed all this out. Such complication is easy to do in the studio (more or less, anyway,) but the band could and did routinely produce this live, with just as much detail. You can see it in this performance, and I have to say, this is typically what the band looked like, most of them having just gotten out of classes while the horns have come back from three different bar mitzvahs (b’nei mitzvah, fuck you,) and Elfman is wearing his grandpa’s clothes.

There are a lot of songs to be found out there, before they broke up, and none of them is a straightforward love song – many of the themes are fairly dark in counterpoint to the tempos. Elfman can look especially creepy at times, which I suspect he realized and preyed upon, but it might also indicate an aspect that helped him in some later works – more shortly. Right now, we have another of my favorites from their heyday, probably the most ‘mainstream’ of their compositions.

We Close Our Eyes – Oingo Boingo

If you’ve picked up any pattern from the songs that I feature, one of the biggest criteria is a singer that can seriously vocalize, and Elfman certainly counts. This is a song that can embarrass you at the stoplights, because even lip-syncing puts on a show. If it happens, open the windows and crank it – you’ll find a kindred spirit. Besides, fuck’em anyway – they probably can’t even use their turn signals.

After Oingo Boingo disbanded, Elfman did a bit of solo work, but was soon asked to compose the soundtrack to Pee-wee’s Big Adventure, and is now well-known for producing some more recognized things like the theme from The Simpsons and the soundtracks to Batman, Men in Black, and The Nightmare Before christmas, where he not only recorded all of the songs sung by the Jack Skellington character, he did the dialogue as well, though for reasons unknown he was replaced for the speaking parts. As a composer for movie scores, he rivals John Williams, and I have no idea how many songs he’s written over his career, but it may number in the thousands.

Yet here’s one you might not know, appearing on the official soundtrack to Beverly Hills Cop yet not heard in the film – it was added to the soundtrack release, I believe, to garner attention to Elfman as a solo artist even though most of Oingo Boingo is actually performing on the track, and the complicated rhythms and fills are retained (catch the baum baums and ditditdits.) The soundtrack is where I found it – a pretty strong soundtrack overall even if it isn’t Elfman’s work – but the song itself can also be found on Elfman’s So-Lo album. This is ‘Gratitude.’ Or is it?

Gratitude – Danny Elfman

All this, from a guy that was rejected from his elementary school orchestra “for having no propensity for music.” Oh. Well, it seems I can cut-n-paste at times…

* Sorry, I’ll stop.

Visibly different, part 50

sandhill crane Antigone canadensis in bad composition
I actually use this image in my introductory nature photography seminar, as an example of what not to do, and also as a kind of penance. Initially it might look like an okay portrait of a sandhill crane (Antigone canadensis,) though it quickly becomes clear that it could be a lot better. The background is cluttered and complicated, and too close in focus to the crane itself. It’s not quite perfectly centered (which is generally boring – it should be off-center at least a bit more.) The trash throughout the grasses is hideous, but not half as hideous as the pole sticking out of the bird’s head! I am ashame.

In my defense, it was the first shot that I fired out the car window as we pulled up alongside a pair of the cranes right at the roadside in Florida, the ‘proof’ frame you get when you’re not sure if the animals will let you get anything more before they flee. I would have deleted it long ago, but it’s serving its purpose right at the moment.

And it must be said, I got the follow-up image only moments later, doing it a bit better this time.

slightly better portrait of sandhill crane Antigone canadensis
Not exciting, but given the opportunity and conditions, probably the best I was going to get, and markedly improved. The clutter is gone, and while the background is not deeply out of focus, it is indistinct enough that the sharp crane stands out. The pose is a bit more interesting, not flat to the camera but giving a little depth and ‘personality’ – you get the feeling something interesting is happening just to your left. I boosted contrast just a hair to bring out the green better.

Neither of the pair was inclined to move from the spot, and were only stalking around in a very small area, quite close to the road, in a casual, bored manner. But after a moment, we discovered why they were hanging out.

nestling sandhill crane Antigone canadensis in roadside grasses
Almost invisible among the verge, a baby sandhill was remaining inconspicuous, the adults not even seeming to notice it there, which kept it from drawing attention. While we had been hesitant to leave the car for fear of spooking the adults, even though it would mean better photo opportunities, finding the nestling clinched it: getting any closer would be a bad idea. After all, sandhill cranes stand about 150cm tall and have a beak that is at least 8 – not something you want defending its young from you.

Now, why this spot for nesting, I cannot say – it’s not like Florida doesn’t have plenty of better spots for a nest than within 5 meters of a road. Initially, I’d found that sandhills breed in the Canada, which made this even more out of place, but it appears (from the map) that some stay in Florida all year long.

Though it’s gonna be a while before I beat the image at the above link…

Living in the past VI

jagged ambush bug Phymata on aster blossom
Back in 2011, I’d planted a whole bunch of wildflower seeds and, very typically I was to find out, almost none of them sprouted. At all. The only one that I could dependably say did was some form of aster, but it fulfilled its purpose in that it attracted a certain number of pollinators, and with them, a certain number of pollinator-predators. This is one of them, a jagged ambush bug (genus Phymata.) I couldn’t get any closer to the species than that back then, though now I suspect it might be one of the Phymata americana species, and if you go to that link, you’ll find the manners of differentiating them, which will require me to learn a bunch of new arthropod anatomical terms and then see if I captured any of them in the images. Maybe later.

The image is faintly soft, because it’s highly magnified, and judging from the timeframe, this was done with the newly-obtained macro bellows – I was figuring out what worked best, and settled on other options. Still, it’s enough to see the intricate detail of the species, which is about the size of a blowfly, or a little smaller than a honeybee. I could get away with this from a ‘field’ image (unrestrained and as-found) because ambush bugs sit very still to not attract attention. Most arthropod subjects would be diddybopping around and making it nigh impossible to use something as specific and hard-to-focus as a bellows arrangement, so this was a good test. Ya gotta love that space samurai armor…

Take a close look at the eyes, though. Ambush bugs have compound eyes like most insects, with the false pupil aspect, but their eye anatomy produces a strange bullseye pattern from the false pupils. This kind of thing makes me aware again that biologists have dissected these eyes, somehow – I’m trying to imagine how you do this and what you use, given that the bits are nearly microscopic. But it’s safe to say that I have enough frustrations and won’t be attempting this anytime soon myself.

Living in the past V

author's hand in shallow pool filled with tadpoles
In case this is a little too eye-bending, this is my own hand dipping into an absolute buttload of tadpoles – we needed a spring image in here at least once. This was from back in 2011 at a local park, and the pond was small, but not that small – the tadpoles had instead followed the flow into an area where they couldn’t easily swim back out again, and so were queuing up a bit. These are likely American toads (Anaxyrus americanus,) and I can tell that by the number of vertebrae in the tails. No, I lie – I’m not even sure they have vertebrae in their tails – but judging from the time of year and the past observations of this pond as a breeding ground for the species, it’s a fairly safe bet.

It’s a lot of tadpoles, but then again, just about everything in the area eats toads, so it works out; species with high retribution rates before adulthood tend to produce a lot of offspring to account for this. Which makes me wonder: do amphibious species with more significant defensive mechanisms, like the poison dart frogs, produce fewer offspring because they have a higher survival rate? Do they have a higher survival rate, or are they too confident in their badass reputations and die instead from being stupid, like taking selfies on cliff edges? Inquiring minds want to know…

A winter subject

With heavy rains the other day, I stuck some watering cans out on the porch railing to fill. Naturally it stopped raining soon after that, and later on I glanced out there to find I’d collected only about a centimeter of water. But in one of them was a dead beetle, which I found curious, becoming more curious when I discovered that it wasn’t dead at all, but a live diving beetle that had, accidentally or purposefully, found the minimal water in the can. This gave me a new subject to tackle, because I didn’t recognize it.

diving beetle, likely Acilius abbreviatus, on bottom of tank
Unlike some others that I’ve caught, this one was fairly cooperative in holding still near the glass of the aquarium, allowing me to play around with effective lighting. After no small amount of poking around on BugGuide.net, I determined this was likely an Acilius abbreviatus, a type of predatory diving beetle, though it lacked the distinct proboscis of the Belostomas, the most common one that I find around here. It also had more oar-like hind legs, and lacked the prominent hunting forelegs.

predatory diving beetle Acilius abbreviatus just under surface
Unfortunately the sand that I used as a substrate in the macro aquarium had a lot of chaff and silt in it, possibly old pollen, and this never really settled out of the water, but adhered to the beetle and prevented nice clean shots. Which means I have to wash my sand before I tackle things like this again, not a routine chore I ever imagined I’d have to do. Hot or cold water? How many rinse cycles?

hind leg of predatory diving beetle Acilius abbreviatus
We needed a look at the anatomy of those propelling hind legs, with hairs that I imagine lie flat when the beetle is out of the water. How much time they spend either in or out I can’t say, but this is a full adult and has wings, so at the very least they can travel between water sources easily, which is how this one found the watering can. I don’t imagine too much else did – I certainly didn’t see anything except some pine straw and a leaf – so it wasn’t the best choice for food sources, and neither was the macro aquarium, but I released it into the backyard pond after I got my shots. Now all it has to do is avoid the frogs therein.

But of course I was after the portrait shot while I was at it.

facial shot of predatory diving beetle Acilius abbreviatus
That’s ordinary fine Carolina beach sand in there, so you know we’re magnifying quite a bit – the overall length of the beetle was probably 10-12mm, so the space across the eyes here is less than 3mm. Adorable, isn’t it? Certainly seems more welcoming than the Belostomas, but that’s not hard to do.

It’s funny how much prep time it takes to get these kind of images, though. Macro aquarium propped up on a box to raise it higher, out on the back porch table, with a bright LED desk lamp for focusing. Time for any sediment to settle out of the water for clear(er) shots. Tripod pulled right in front of the table, with the macro flash rig and the AC power source for it (used whenever I can, which is virtually always ‘studio’ work.) Two different macro lenses, and a lot of lighting tests to see if the angle and strength are adequate for the subject, and if reflections are coming from the glass, which is frequent. Occasionally probing the subject to get it towards the front of the tank again, or to turn and face the camera, with patient waits if it gets too disturbed and goes on a race circuit of the aquarium for a bit. But at least I’m not struggling to provoke the right facial expression…

More fossils

Just a quick one here. When my brother came to visit for the second time, he brought with him some of his fossil finds from central New York, ones with really intricate detail. We didn’t have the time to tackle detailed photos while he was here, so he left them with me for the time being, and I finally got the chance to feature them, with both still photos and video, which shows the contours better as the piece rotates around.

[The background noise was too horrendous to use on-camera audio, and even the voiceover had a bit too much noise creeping in from other things happening in the office. I cleaned it the best I could, but it sounds a little overcompressed and thumpy at times, and I apologize.]

And now, a closer look at some of the details.

detail image of trilobite tail shield
This is the tail shield of the small, distinct trilobite tail shield, with different lighting. You can see along the right side the change in shape and textures, likely indicating that we’re now seeing the bottom layer of the shield, the underside seen from the top. You can also see how the top layer has eroded away. The entire shield is 18mm wide.

Some of the accompanying shellfish:

scallop-like fossil showing actual shell
This is the largest of the scallop (or scallop-like) impressions near the above trilobite, and you can see that portions of the actual shell, unless I’m mistaken, are intact around the edges.

More impressions from the same piece of shale:

scallop-like fossils in same layer
These are quite small, and I didn’t realize myself how many there were clustered together until I got the lighting on them at this angle. Again, there may be meters of shale layers, thousands of years of deposits, with only a few centimeters at best that are abundant with fossils – it’s all down to the right conditions, which aren’t common at all.

larger trilobite fossil showing distinct layers
Nice look at the layers of one of the larger specimens, with some textures thrown in. The layers of the trilobite’s shell are roughly 2mm thick.

back of fossil trilobite showing more layers and distinct colors
This is a closeup of the back of the largest and most detailed fossil. Lots going on in there, and sorely tempting to try and open up to see even more within, though the chances of damaging and fragmenting it are quite high. Like I said, my brother can tackle it if he wants to – I ain’t doing it.

And finally,

tight closeup of eye of trilobite fossil, with very distinct layers and color changes
This is the eye of the largest, showing the very distinct color change from within the eye, or at least under the molted exoskeleton, but given that none of the surrounding rock shows this color, I’m inclined to believed this is a whole specimen and you’re seeing the fossilized remains of its internal structure, with the exoskeleton around the outside edges of the frame like a cutaway drawing. This eye is 8mm across.

By the way, while it’s easy to believe that the upper surface of the sphere of the compound eye has broken away, leaving this flattened spherical shape, looking at other examples supports the idea that the eyes were actually shaped like this, flattened on top while maintaining a more laterally-oriented field of view. From this, I would surmise that there weren’t that many predators approaching from above, but listening to the uneducated is pretty stupid, really. While we’re at it though, notice how few facets to the compound eyes there are, as compared to most insects today, sporting magnitudes more, and closer together, while being far smaller than this. Of course, I’m trying to determine details of anatomy from a mineral replica of the original, without that education, so, again, heed me not. I’m just here to show you want it looks like, not inform you about it. Sheesh.

Our ignorance made it plausible

That’s a new phrase in my critical-thinking arsenal now. By itself, it seems counterintuitive, but that’s really the point. Let me explain.

A century or so ago, as telescopes got better and we began to understand more about our closest stellar neighbor Mars, we realized that it was not too much smaller than Earth and not too far away, and surmised that, given these conditions and the abundance of life on Earth, that Mars might possibly have similar conditions; ergo, there might be life on Mars as well. Couple this with the observation of ‘channels’ or ‘canals’ from some astronomers, and the idea of Martians took hold, first as speculative science, then in the fictional literature (such as The War of the Worlds,) and soon crossing over into real-world claims of alien encounters. The same was said, in a manner, about Venus, perpetually shrouded in clouds that prevent any view of the surface. Initially proposed to be water vapor like our own planet, some speculated that Venus was a steamy, swampy planet, with plenty of liquid water that helps catalyze chemicals and thus can promote the development of life.

Both of these were dead wrong, enormously so. The canals on Mars didn’t exist, and Mars has been too dry for millennia to harbor any life. Venus, meanwhile, didn’t have water vapor, but carbon dioxide instead, creating temperatures incredibly inhospitable to life. The idea of either of these planets possibly fostering life came only because we didn’t know the actual conditions, and were speculating instead. Now, how firmly these were speculated, the degree of probability that was given to these nonexistent conditions, was certainly varied, with astronomers and/or planetary biologists being the least convinced, yet there are still papers from several decades ago that proposed manners of ‘terraforming’ should these speculations prove true.

The same thing might presently be said about our search for life on other stellar bodies – moons within this solar system, from the majority of scientists addressing the idea, but any close stars from those that search for radio signals or biological clues within exoplanet atmospheres. Again, liquid water is considered key, and to have that you need certain temperatures and pressures, otherwise water is ice or vapor and not at all conducive to catalyzing elements.

However, we don’t know how life actually arose here on Earth. We think we’re close, but as yet, we haven’t been able to duplicate it ourselves, nor have we seen it occur spontaneously. Given that it occurred billions of years ago in conditions we can only infer from the traces left behind, as well as our knowledge of free elements within the solar system, we may be missing an awful lot. The more specific the conditions, the lower the likelihood of them occurring elsewhere. We’re really only dealing in guesswork right now.

We frequently say, “It’s possible,” about any number of subjects, but really, there are two distinct meanings of the phrase, and they don’t go together well. The first is simply an admission that we don’t know, and cannot therefore prove that something is impossible. We usually use this in casual statements, like if Bobby really likes us or the new restaurant is open late – essentially, it’s a worthless answer. But the second usage is more scientific: we say something is possible because we’ve seen it occur before and thus believe it can again, or at the very least (like, again, life on other planets,) we believe that we know the conditions necessary. This is more along the lines of probability, and can often be expressed mathematically, like a 1-in-20 chance of occurring. This is the only use that has any real value.

You may see these get intertwined in some discussions, too. If asked whether someone thinks the existence of a god is possible, the first meaning is generally sought after – we can’t, after all, prove that it’s impossible. But then, any “possible” admission is taken to mean that there is a real probability that a god can exist, which isn’t actually the case – we have no examples, no conditions, and no criteria for such thing, making the probability a solid zero – sorry, but that’s the way it works. People will jump back and forth across this line as it suits them, to get to the answer that they want to hear.

Note, too, that we cannot prove that anything is impossible, only that we haven’t seen it yet, but this is only our ignorance. Many, many things are almost certainly impossible – they would have to be if there are any laws of physics in the first place.

“Is the pea under the second cup?”

“Possibly.”

Actually, no – it either is, or it isn’t. Not knowing specifically doesn’t change that in the slightest. The only accurate answer is, “I don’t know.”

We’re a funny species, though – we’re loathe to admit ignorance, even when it’s a perfectly plausible state, and in many cases the only state we could possibly possess, heh! We think we should have answers, so we weigh options, and when that doesn’t help, we guess, almost always biased by what we want to believe is the case. Not only is this of no use whatsoever, it promotes false confidence, especially to others, and begins this snowball of influence that can only be stopped by thinking clearly and critically about the subject at hand. I don’t need to point out how few people spend any time doing this.

Sure, in most cases it’s trivial – maybe Bobby really does like us, maybe not, we’ll find out eventually regardless of guesses. But in some cases it’s a really bad trait that might be seriously detrimental. Going back to extra-terrestrial life for a moment, we have this overriding idea that such life will be ‘like us’ to one degree or another – if intelligent, it’s likely to be much more intelligent (to have solved all the issues about travel and contact that we haven’t yet,) and thus wise and peaceful and ethical. The probability of being like us, however, is abysmally low, so low as to be unworthy of more than a moment’s consideration. We humans developed in a complicated world full of variables, constantly influenced by other species and adapted strictly to the environment we were within – these conditions aren’t going to perfectly repeat themselves, anywhere. Or at least, this has the highest probability, by a very wide margin.

Which means we have no idea what extra-terrestrial life would be like. Which is fine, from a passive observation standpoint. It’s becomes more of an issue when we talk about actively trying to contact it – the likelihood of it being incredibly dangerous to us is unknown. Should we be betting on something that we have no knowledge of whatsoever? People well-versed in firearms have a saying: “All guns are loaded until you’ve unloaded them,” meaning you always assume the worst so you’re not being careless. This is a recognition of both ignorance and consequences – if we’re going to be wrong, better to be wrong on the safe side.

Overall, we would probably do much better if we got into the habit of recognizing our ignorance where it occurs, and not trying to hide it or imagine that it’s different. “I don’t know,” is a perfectly acceptable answer, one that we should never be ashamed of, and being aware that the gulf of the unknown may hold anything can at least make us less rash in what we assume about it, no matter where it occurs.

* * *

Believe me, I am well aware of the number of people who would read all that above and somehow get to, “Ha! If we don’t know, then you can’t fault me for believing in [insert subject of choice]!” Which is, of course, exactly that bias of desire thing that I mentioned, because if we don’t know, then there are no sides to take, not even tentative conclusions to come to.

Unless there are some probabilities that we can resort to. Viewing the existence of any subject as either ‘yes’ or ‘no’ gives this false idea of a 50/50 chance, but it’s hardly safe or accurate to say that there’s an even chance about the existence of gnomes or bamfercrots*, one of which has to exist if you’re really bad about understanding probability. Sometimes, applying a little logic can help quite a lot – or we can simply refer to the null hypothesis, assuming that it doesn’t exist until there’s solid evidence that it does. Which will be accurate far more often than not.

* Yes, I made that word up – see?

Living in the past IV

juvenile eastern/black rat snake Pantherophis alleghaniensis coiled in small tree
Another from 2010, I was delighted to find this itty-bitty black rat snake (though I suppose it’s properly eastern rat snake, even though we should have used up the ‘eastern’ modifier by now, but Pantherophis alleghaniensis to be technical) when it was crawling across the near-vertical surface of a tree in the backyard – I mistook it for a bicycle chain for a moment. I admit this is a semi-staged photo, because I captured the snake and set it loose in a better background where I could work with it easier and thus get a better angle. What shows distinctly, at least to me, is the harsh lighting – note the sharp shadow to the right. This was before a whole lot of experiments and design changes in light softeners and diffusers before arriving at the macro lighting rig that I currently use, which may yet again be modified this winter.

If you go to the original post, you’ll see that it was identified by a different scientific name. This is because it changed in the intervening 12 years, multiple times actually, as species relations and distinctions get refined. It was, in fact, stumbling upon one of the new names for this very species that started me checking on some of those that I didn’t photograph too often, which eventually became checking damn near all of them before posting, after I suddenly discovered that they’d done it for one of my regular subjects a few years before, without even telling me. Rude. In my Sibley Guide to Birds are numerous red asterisks that I’ve placed alongside species names that aren’t current anymore. Meanwhile, the eastern rat snake is even under refinement right now, as biologists discuss how many subspecies there really are…

But anyway, I consider this a dynamic pose with an inkling of scale if you’re paying attention, and a good illustration of their coloration at this age. The light angle eliminating the shadow from the supra-orbital ridge (the ‘eyebrow’) makes the snake look quite surprised, which isn’t ideal, part of the reason I’ve done so much work on lighting over the years.

Visibly different, part 49

newly hatched Chinese mantids Tenodera sinensis on ootheca egg sac
This image comes from 2011, when I happened upon the egg sac/ootheca of a Chinese mantis (Tenodera sinensis) sporting the newly-hatched young in a local park. The darkness of their eyes, I was later to determine, showed that they’d hatched out within the past several hours, and their proximity to the egg sac indicated that it was probably within the past 3 or so. I considered myself quite lucky to get these, especially this pose, but vowed that I would be doing better as soon as I could.

Mantids only have one hatching season per year, at least in this climate, and it would take knowing where the egg sacs were ahead of time to closely observe them in the spring. Over a period of years, I learned that they typically waited for sunny, warm days and emerged in the morning, though apparently not too early, but beyond that it was a tossup – I’ve seen them hatching in March through May, so even pinning down a particular timeframe to begin close observations was tricky, because even I have a life. I made it a point to collect egg sacs when I could, as well as noting the locations of any found on the property, to increase the chances of catching this as it occurred. And for real detail, this would take a serious macro lens with a tripod and flash, so access would have to be reasonably ideal.

Funny, then, that some of the best shots obtained were from another egg case that I stumbled upon as it was in the process of hatching, right off the back fence, and not one of the many that I’d collected or marked.

Chinese mantis Tenodera sinensis emerging from egg case ootheca among earlier hatchlings
It took nine years, this image having been captured in 2020, but by that time I had video capabilities and could do this right. I was also remarkably lucky in that this ootheca was a little below eye level in a decent opening on an azalea bush, making it easy to place the tripod and not requiring video lights; in other cases, like the one from this past summer, the angle for a good view would mean working flat on the ground and moving other branches out of the way, as well as making supplemental light mandatory. All that, while trying not to disturb the newborns.

Not so lucky were a lot of the mantid’s siblings, at least one seen here: something, perhaps wind gusts, had caused the demise of many immediately after emergence, and their carcasses were tangled around the egg case.

Notable differences between the two situations? Not a whole lot, equipment-wise. The earlier image was with the Sigma 24-135 with an extension tube for macro work, before I made an adapter to use the Mamiya 80mm macro, and shot freehand. The latter was with the reversed (failed) Sigma 28-105, possibly with an extension, as well as the Sunpak macro rig, and a tripod. Being home helped, because I had access to everything I own rather than just what I was carrying at the time. Overall, however, I credit the resolve to capture specifically this subject, which meant that I was prepared to take full advantage when I found them.

All that said, I figure I should tackle another aspect of my resolve to get specific images, since it’s directly related: the actual production of the ootheca.

female Chinese mantis Tenodera sinensis almost finished producing egg sac ootheca in longneedle pine tree
This image dates from 1999, shot on slide film, and represents the first time that I captured a mantis actually producing the egg sac. It was mostly finished by this time, and it made me vow to get this in better detail, preferably from the start and certainly with a better view. So how did that resolve turn out?

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It didn’t. In 23 years, with careful observation of the mantids that I purposefully established in the yard, as well as being out in other likely locations at likely times, I haven’t seen this happening, or even caught it soon afterwards – not once. Draw your own conclusions from that as you may, but I wanted to make it clear that resolve isn’t always enough.

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