Monday, April 30, 2012

Time Flies Like a Songbird



I still have photos and stories from my late-March travels to Michigan and North Carolina, but, once again, time--like this yellow-rumped warbler--has escaped me.


I promise, though, that soon I will report on legions of spiders, enormous millipedes, flies with no sense of decency, and polar bears with mischievous streaks, among other beasts.


[it's laughing at me, I can tell]


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Friday, April 27, 2012

Flamingo Friday: The Colors of Sleep




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Wednesday, April 25, 2012

I Am Unlike a Rolling Stone



Not because I’m gathering moss but because time is definitely not on my side—hence my lack of recent posts in spite of my wealth of material from my visits to metro Detroit and Asheville. But I am fighting against time’s current—which may not exist at all, depending on your perspective on the fourth dimension—so I hope to be chattier again soon.


[some of the not-so-wild wildlife I got to see
in Detroit: my parents' dog, Haggis]

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Friday, April 20, 2012

Flamingo Friday: Preening Frenzy (IV)



[I warned you there were a lot of preening photos...]


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Thursday, April 19, 2012

Seescapes



What is it about the appearance of snow monkeys that makes them so very photogenic, so pleasing to the eye?


I know almost nothing about them—their behaviors, their proclivities, their talents—and yet I was thrilled to see them at the Detroit Zoo and have a chance to take some pictures of them. (Unfortunately, the photos don’t do them justice—and yet the images [to me, at least] are still fascinating! How is this possible?)

Obviously, since this blog is chock-full of animal photos, snow monkeys are not the only organisms I enjoy taking pictures of. But there are some creatures that just seem inherently aesthetic, and snow monkeys are one.

What about you? What animals are most visually attractive to you?



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Monday, April 16, 2012

The Pleasures of Asheville



I had heard a lot about Asheville—its beauty, its funkiness, its art scene, its good restaurants—long before Annie and I visited (although we got a lot less warning about the interminable length of Virginia one has to drive through in order to reach it from DC).

And, when we visited, we did indeed encounter all of the above, and it was all very beautiful and interesting. But what really warmed me to Asheville was not any of those characteristics, lovely as they were, but one aspect of the place that I had not been expecting at all:

There are a ton of slugs in Asheville!

We took a walk along the new Reed Creek path after a rain on Tuesday evening, and the slugs were everywhere, gliding across the asphalt with the delicacy and suppleness of blown-glass creatures somehow still capable of liquid movement.


I spent several minutes crouched on the ground with my lens millimeters from their translucent tentacles.


Luckily, I’ve grown quite adept at racing over short distances to catch up with walking companions who’ve grown tired of my photo-pauses, so I was able to enjoy the company of my fellow vertebrates as well as delight in the presence of these lovely little mollusks.

Much as I enjoyed Asheville, I don’t begrudge DC any of its differences from that town—except, perhaps, its sad dearth of gastropods.



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Friday, April 13, 2012

Flamingo Friday: Preening Frenzy (III)





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Monday, April 9, 2012

Wild Wildlife: Knock, Knock…


My parents like to insist—as no doubt most parents do about their offspring—that I was a precocious child. In some respects it’s probably true, but I think that at three years old my joke-inventing ability left something to be desired: apparently I was very fond of a knock-knock joke I’d created that goes like this:

Knock, knock.
Who’s there?
Duck.
Duck who?
Duck up in a tree! Hahahahahaha!!!

Hilarious, right?

I bring this joke up now not simply to illustrate the early signs of my comic genius but because I was reminded of it this past Wednesday, when Annie and I visited friends in Asheville, NC.

While Annie and our friends soaked in a mineral hot spring, I wandered a small portion of the Appalachian Trail (I can now say I hiked it! Briefly!), admiring the beauty of the woods, the incredible abundance and diversity of invertebrates (more on those soon), and the soothing sound of the waters of the French Broad River rushing by.

I was also astonished to discover the presence of reptiles, right there in the woods!

First, alerted by a rustling of dried leaves, I observed this little lizard on a log:


[it’s about the length of my palm, I think]

And later, walking back down the trail while looking for a place to eat an apple, I heard another rustling and looked around. I didn’t see anything moving, but, in a little sapling growing by the water’s edge, I noticed this:


That’s funny, I thought to myself, that almost looks like...a snake…

Sure enough, it was a snake! A snake up in a tree!


Because this snake was in a tree that was small and next the water, I took photos of it. (Had it been in the branches of a tree above me, I would have shrieked like a small child and run away with all the stealth and grace of a gored boar.) Even so, I wasn’t willing to get close enough to get a perfect head shot, so this was the best I could do.


I’m assuming it’s one of the many non-poisonous snakes around, but the herpetologistically inclined among my readers should feel free to correct me if I’m wrong; now that I’m back in DC, I don’t mind learning it was actually poisonous.

I didn’t stick around it for too long in any case, not out of fear (mainly), but out of courtesy; as with the other hikers I met along the trail, it seemed to be enjoying a moment of solitary contemplation, and far be it from me to interrupt that—at least, for longer than it takes to take four or five photos.


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Sunday, April 8, 2012

'Tis the Season of Renewal


(And preening, of course.)


This wild (trumpeter?) swan, visiting the Detroit Zoo, wishes you all a happy Easter and happy spring!


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Saturday, April 7, 2012

The Red Sea Parted?!



This camel (from the Detroit Zoo) wishes you all a happy Passover.


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Friday, April 6, 2012

Flamingo Friday: My New Favorite Photo






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Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Spring Is Just a Basin of Cherries



It’s been two years now that we’ve lived in DC and three cherry-blossom seasons, but this was the first time I got myself down to the tidal basin during their (this year creepily early) peak flowering.

I admit it; I was completely enchanted, so much so that I took some typical monuments-and-flowers shots of the kind I usually scoff at.


I’m not necessarily proud of having taken the photos, but I’m not ashamed to acknowledge how very taken I was by the blossoms. There’s something amazing about them—first, their profusion, so that as you approach them it looks as if banks of rose-tinted clouds have settled in vast lines, floating right above the water.


But even more than their numbers, it’s their astonishing, contradictory delicacy that’s so appealing: that on these dark, gnarled, rigid boughs and trunks this gauze, this fragile lacework, should float, like gossamer veils trailing from tough, pruny old ladies.


That fragility and flexibility—the petals trembling, the branches leaning almost into the water of the basin—seduced me completely.


I wasn’t the only one, either; even at 9:30am on a Wednesday, the path was well-traveled by tourists and intense-looking people with cameras. It was also positively filled with birdsong, mostly from the starlings singing their lusty little hearts out in the cherry trees. It appears to be a popular nesting ground for them, and so intent were they on sex that they didn’t seem to mind at all the voyeuristic photographers aiming lenses at them.


Do the starlings favor the cherries simply because their thick branches and sometimes-hollowed trunks provide plenty of space for nests, or is there some part of them that, like us, delights in the profligate, fleeting beauty of the blossoms? After all, birds do show aesthetic preferences in their choice of mates—and, in some species, of nest or decorated bower. Who’s to say that they don’t also have an eye for beauty when they choose nesting sites?

Or maybe there are just plenty of crumbs left by the visiting tourists and picnickers with which to stuff demanding fledglings.

Either way, it was a somewhat magical morning, and I’m glad I managed to visit at a day and time when I was still sharing the view with more starlings than humans. Whatever the birds’ visual preferences, they’re a lot more restful—and prettier—to be around.



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