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.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Only Schroedinger Knows
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Glass Forest
Monday, February 27, 2012
Pine Siskin, Carduelis Pinus
Until last summer, these small birds had been absent from my feeders for a number of years. Articles in birding magazines and National Wildlife indicated that the species was in decline overall. When they reappeared here, they came in droves and when their season ended, I wondered if I'd ever see them again. I need not have worried. Perhaps encouraged by memories of an endless supply of nyger seed, they're back in force.
As for that lucky shot I spoke of earlier, I kept hoping the bird in the foreground would turn to face me without shifting position so that the patterning on her wings would be evident. The feeder was swinging slightly, knocked about by other birds landing or leaving. I didn't think I'd get a good, crisp capture, not with so many factors at work. My little Siskin friend seemed to realize I wanted her to pose and turned her head to meet the lens' big round eye. Click! Extra nyger for you, sweetie!
Field Abstract
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Handsome In Yellow
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Bald Is Beautiful
Friday, February 24, 2012
Puyallup River Gold
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Oh, Joyous Day!
These delightful birds come seasonally here, although the date of their arrival ranges broadly from January to May. Their departure is a bit more predictable. Trained for avian generations to my feeding stations, they will often hang around until late September, assured that the food source is abundant and reliable. A couple hundred pounds of black-oil seed will be doled out before their season comes to a close, and every cent spent on a healthy diet is returned in the enjoyment I derive from having them flock to the yard. Welcome home, my little friends!
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Volunteer
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
A Gathering Of Friends
This morning, the conclave was split into parts of four to six members, perhaps discussing the weather (soon to rain in torrents) or perhaps to comment on the herd of elk which has now returned to graze new-sprung grass shoots in the pasture. There was some intermingling between factions, one bird temporarily visiting another's roost as if to exchange confidential information. It was a social morning for this gathering of friends.
Monday, February 20, 2012
The Dalliance Of Shiva And Parvati
This brass sculpture was one of many representations of Hindu deities collected by my mother whose theology tended toward the Eastern style. In accord with the energy represented by this legendary pair, I gave the image an infrared treatment to provide a mystical glow around the figures. I think it would please my mom to see them so.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Rebirth
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Orchid's Heart
Friday, February 17, 2012
Hoya Bella
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Still Life With Artificial Ivy
Well, Doug fir branches in an ivy vase look a tad strange, if you take my meaning, and the only other thing green would have been a bud of hellebore which has barely emerged from the ground. In lieu of a bright bouquet, I resorted to a spray of artificial ivy I'd intended for a purpose now abandoned. The Nigella pods are from a garden now only green in memory.
The moral of the story is that desperate times call for desperate measures. Come on, Spring! Hurry up!
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
NPS Brunch - Lee Snook
Thanks, Lee, for giving me permission to post this shot! I love that enigmatic smile, and wow! What a sharp dresser!
NPS Brunch - George And Ben
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
A Whisper In The Woods
Monday, February 13, 2012
Shooting The Canon
Industrial Steel-Cap Toes
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Fading Into Time
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Bring On Spring!
That said, the Leavenworth Eryngo (Sea Holly) is bedded down in moist sand on the lowest shelf of the refrigerator. There was no warning in the catalog that it had a pre-chill requirement, a process with which I have had very little luck previously. However, even if it fails to germinate, I have a selection of old and trusted varieties to fill in the garden and hanging baskets: Gazanias, Cosmos, Rudbeckia, Ageratum, Petunias...oh, and a package of radish seeds, free for placing the order. It's those last ones I worry about. I can't grow vegetables worth a darn!
Friday, February 10, 2012
Uze Yoar Dickshunarry
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Crow's Eye
Pushing beyond your comfort zone...that's what photography is all about. Without a willingness to explore new ideas and techniques, you can have no growth as a photographer.
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Grow Toward The Light
These starts will live in water (refreshed at least every other day) until all danger of frost is past. Then I will plant them in gallon pots sunk in the ground, and there they will remain for a year, the root systems confined. The following spring, they'll be transplanted to various spots in the yard and hopefully some day before I'm too old to appreciate them, I will have my own French pussywillow bush budding out in January.
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Travertine Mound
Quoting from the interpretive sign at the beginning of the short side trail, "The brown mound next to this boardwalk is called a travertine mound. Travertine is composed of soft, white calcium carbonate minerals, primarily calcite and aragonite. Only the warmest springs in this meadow form travertine mounds. As warm spring water reaches the surface, trapped carbon dioxide gas is released into the air, and carbonate minerals are deposited. Small amounts of iron rich minerals stain the travertine to give these mounds their brown color."
While not as colorful as the travertine mounds of Yellowstone National Park, Longmire Meadows' specimens are nevertheless fascinating examples of the same geologic process. The temperature of the hot spring encourages the growth of algae on the mineral-rich mud surrounding the spring's vent, and on cold mornings, it's not uncommon to see these small pools of water steaming as they bubble.
Monday, February 6, 2012
Windy Ridge Trail
That said, I settled into my chair to play "Angry Birds," not giving a thought to the beautiful weather developing outside my window. When the sun streamed in and blinded me, I laid the game aside and looked out onto the promise of a 50-degree February day. My conscience wouldn't let me rest, so I packed up my gear and headed down to Charles L. Pack Experimental Forest with no particular goal in mind. I did want to see the extent of the ice storm's damage, even though I knew it had been cleared from the roads.
The hike begins at the administration buildings. The public is prohibited from motorized access to the roads, so a two-mile walk takes you to Kirkland Pass where you have a number of different choices. Kirkland is a five-way intersection of roads, and three trails are close at hand. I thought about making the 2000 Rd. loop for a day's total of eight miles, but decided that was too far for the lateness of the day. Besides, I hadn't had a storm-damage report for the Windy Ridge Trail, only for the roads.
As it turned out, I did 7.5 miles anyway, the trail being much more interesting than the road would have been. I found very little debris down on the trail and only one very small tree I actually had to step over. And Windy Ridge lived up to its name today! The trail follows a line between mature timber and young reprod, and those tall trees were whipping and swaying in the wind. Still, all in all, it was a great day to be out in boots!
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Sky Geometry
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Dang!
Yes, I have gotten all the way through the first episode, "Poached Eggs." Now I am going back to convert all my one- and two-star scores to three stars. This is page one of three. I seem to be stuck on level 21.
I swear they say things. I'm positive I've heard, "Fire away!" and one of the little blue birds who can only break glass says what sounds very like he needs his beak washed out with soap. The pigs...do they really make fun of the birds when they bounce? I'm sure they're muttering, "That hurt!"
I've discovered that the obvious plan of attack is not always the most rewarding, and that if you spend your efforts trying to get a high score because you're sure you know how to destroy the fortifications, you're wasting your time. If you're stuck, try a different strategy, and watch the placement and alignment of your launch carefully. Many times you get good results when feathers line up with shrubs or the background when you pull the slingshot back. That said, here I am on level 21, right where I've been for three hours now. Dang.
Wren Bell
The bells shown in this image hang from the fireplace mantel. Each has a unique note, ranging from quite high (the wren and the pinecone) to deep and rich (the brass). It sometimes amuses me to walk down the line ringing them, bright music in a house where silence is the rule rather than the exception.
Friday, February 3, 2012
Mineral Lake Boat House
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Rainey Creek Ramble
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
New Toy
Footnote: just got invited for dinner and a wi-fi session! Thanks, Kevin!
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