This is the 15th year of continuous daily publication for 365Caws. All things considered, it's likely it will be the last year as it is becoming increasingly difficult for me to find interesting material. However, I hope that I may have inspired someone to a greater curiosity about the natural world with my natural history posts, or encouraged a novice weaver or needleworker. If so, I've done what I set out to do.
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Showing posts with label gift. Show all posts
Friday, October 20, 2017
Maine Amusement
Day 7: Patty's thoughtful contribution to my Maine amusement kept me occupied for the better part of one evening and a sizeable chunk of morning. Once they had rehydrated sufficiently for me to be able to separate the layers for a look at the medullary ceiling, I confirmed that the Hypogymnia was H. physodes, a species which also grows in the Pacific Northwest. The Bryoria was a bit more challenging because it was quite dry and wiry even after soaking. Of course stiffness is characteristic of Bryorias. That's why they're known as "horsehair lichens," but this one was exceptionally crisp and only a small bit was present, tangled in the sample of Platismatia tuckermanii. The specimen was somewhat darker than our local version, a factor I attribute to a more abundant algal component. Indeed, more blue-green algae was present in two of the Platismatia colonies than in the third, and the sample of Bryoria had been extracted from one of the darker Platismatias. Lichen colour can be quite variable depending on the amount of algae in the tissue. Even so, my identification of Bryoria capillaris is somewhat hesitant; the taxonomy is currently in a state of flux with various sources disagreeing on whether or not east-coast populations should be considered separate from those on the west coast. I've gone with the lumpers in this case.
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Bryoria capillaris,
gift,
Hypogymnia physodes,
lichens,
Maine,
Sebago Lake
Thursday, October 19, 2017
Best Present Ever!
Day 6: I knew I had a surprise coming in the mail from my sister-of-the-heart Patty, and saw by its tracking progress that it was due for Wednesday delivery. Patty had warned me that it was perishable and fragile, so I was in a hurry to get home from work to liberate it, whatever it might be. I slit the tape and opened the box to find another box made of clear plastic, and in it a mass of...LICHENS!
Y'know, I'm a cheap date. It doesn't take much effort or expense to entertain me. I was going to leave the project for morning and better light, but I was just too curious about the foliose species which had caused me to blurt "Rag-bag!" before I'd even felt the specimen. Okay, it resembled our local limp-washrag Platismatia, but there were some distinct differences which told me it wasn't the same thing. I spent the next 45 minutes with Skunk squashed under the 40-pound field guide on my lap and a lighted magnifier pressed tightly to my eye as I analyzed the black pycnidia along the lobe margins and searched for pseudocyphellae. At last I was content with an identification: Platismatia tuckermanii, named for lichenologist Edward Tuckerman who likewise lent his surname to Mount Washington's famous Tuckerman Ravine. He also has a whole genus of lichens named for him: Tuckermanopsis. There are still a couple of other species to sort out in this best-prezzie-ever, but I think they need to hydrate a little longer.
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gift,
lichens,
Maine,
Patty,
Platismatia tuckermanii,
Sebago Lake
Sunday, January 5, 2014
Pour Man's Macro Lens
Day 95: "Don't get too excited when you see the box," Jean said to me as I began to unwrap the gift she had just handed me. As someone who saves small cardboard boxes for future packaging, I assumed she meant that she'd reused one, but when I saw "EF 25-105 mm," I had a flashback to another friend's birthday party and the brief expression of "Wow!" I'd seen in his eyes before he realized he'd been gulled by his wife. As I finished tearing off the paper, I burst out laughing. I knew that the box was indeed the original packaging, and that what it held was a thermal mug. I must know half a dozen photographers who have the same "lens." Jean, you didn't fool me for a second!
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