Jan 052017
 

There is a belt of nearly empty land in northern Arizona called the Strip (not to be confused with the far more commercialized one a bit to the north, in Nevada).  Running from the southeastern Utah border, it spans the space between Utah to the north and the Grand Canyon to the south. Few paved roads traverse it, though it is riddled with four-wheel-drive routes and gravel roads that verge on four-wheel-drive.  With my brother, I ventured from St. George, Utah into the Strip in mid-October, 2016.  The journey ultimately claimed a car tire (via a slow leak that took multiple efforts to diagnose, a leak that ran like a vein across many future outings, including a grand venture to the Grand Canyon, North Rim) but provided both a rigorous hike (that ended most precipitously in a steep descent down a scree slope covered in thorny and spiky desert plants, when the trail vanished and left us stranded quite a few hundred feet above and a mile away from our car).  On the way back home, just shy of the Utah line, we visited a petroglyph site.  Little Black Mountain, situated on BLM land, encompasses a number of boulders etched with various images and designs strewn along the bottom of a small mesa; some of the petroglyphs there date back 6,000 years.  In case you find yourself on the Arizona Strip someday (or lodging in St. George and having a spare tire in your car), here is a link to further information about the site:  https://www.blm.gov/az/st/en/prog/cultural/lil-blk-mtn.html.

 

 

 

 

Sep 172014
 

This post is from my second visit to Piney Woods Church Road today.  My first was hurried, squeezed in between rising and an errand in Atlanta.  On my second outing, with dogs in tow, I photographed a neighbor’s horse pasture illuminated by an orange glow a few minutes before sunset.

 

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Sep 092014
 

On this afternoon’s walk, I encountered quite an array of invertebrates — insects and spiders — as I wandered from plant to plant along the edge of Piney Woods Church Road.  Rather than highlight just one, I am offering this post as an exploration of the rich diversity of a modest country lane in the Georgia Piedmont.  I saw, and photographed, even more than these on my wandering, in fact.  Most of the critters below are new to my blog, except for the Rough Stink Bug, who easily makes up in charisma what it lacks in novelty.

The first critter, hiding on the underside of a leaf while dining on an aphid (I think) was a tiny jumping spider, only about a quarter-inch across.  I am fairly confident it was a female Bronze Jumper (Eris militaris).  I love this image with all of those eyes gazing out furtively from her hiding spot.

 

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Across the road, on the unopened blossom of American Burnweed (Erechtites hieraciifolia), was a half-inch crab spider, most likely a female Goldenrod Crab Spider (Misumena vatia), frozen with front legs outstretched, waiting for a would-be pollinator or nectar thief to wander by.

 

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Down the road a short way, I saw a Rough Stink Bug (Brochymena quadripustulata) repeatedly tapping its proboscis against an oak leaf.  A red orb near its eye is probably a mite of some kind.

 

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I continued until I arrived at the Mountain Mint, which amazingly enough still bore a few blossoms.  Lurking nearby was a Carolina Mantid (Stagmomantis carolina), hanging upside-down and waiting for prey to amble near.  With all these spiders and mantids out there, it must be rough to be an herbivorous insect….

 

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Close by, on the Mountain Mint blossoms, an inch-long wasp was feeding enthusiastically on nectar. She (most likely a female) had an abdomen with distinctive yellow and red markings.  I am fairly certain she was a Digger Wasp (Scolia dubia), a solitary wasp that paralyzes June beetle grubs and lays eggs on them.  The larvae feed on the grub, but adults dine on nectar instead.  Unless disturbed, Digger Wasps will not sting humans.

 

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Aug 122014
 

It was another incredibly muggy, rather gray afternoon in the midst of the August dog days, and I languidly and drippingly made my way down Piney Woods Church Road.  I was not expecting drama or excitement, but was hoping not to fall back on another image of a leaf illuminated by the Sun (assuming sufficient sunlight in the first place) or a second day photographing a caterpillar that looks like bird poop. I was delighted to find a black winged insect with a yellow-and-black striped body dashing about, pollinating a nondescript low shrub with clusters of small white flowers along the roadside. (The shrubby plant was later identified as Pycnanthemum incanum, Hoary Mountainmint or White Horsemint.)  I enthusiastically took many photographs, settling on the three below as I fell short of “the perfect photo” of the creature.  Having guessed a few weeks ago that an insect was a wasp only to find out it was, in fact, a hover fly (see “Party Time at the Cleyera” for that story), I naturally assumed it was a hover fly again.  Someone at Facebook’s Bug Guide kindly set me right.  This time, I had a pair of solitary wasps in my sights:  Monobia quadridens, a species of potter’s wasp that feeds on a mixed diet of caterpillars and pollen (top photo); and Scolia bicincta, the Double-Banded Scoliid Wasp (bottom two photos, which feeds on nectar and lays its eggs on immobilized scarab beetle grubs.

 

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Jul 062014
 

One of my first sights, upon entering a patch of woods adjacent to the wetlands at Newman Wetlands Center, was of an adult five-lined skink (Plestiodon fasciatus), a common species of lizard that is quite abundant on our back patio this time of year.

 

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Along the first stretch of boardwalk, I encountered this red ant resting on the railing.

 

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Continuing down the same stretch of boardwalk, I found a popular trailside perching area for Blue Dashers (Pachydiplax longipennis), a dragonfly species common in the Eastern United States.

 

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I try to be an equal-opportunity photographer, including a mix of good, bad, and ugly.  When it comes to flies, though, I often hesitate.  I am proud to say that I photographed this fly and added it to this blog, all the time thinking it was a vicious deer fly.  Now I have to revise my opinion of this creature.  According to folks at BugGuide on Facebook, it is actually a member of the family Bombyliidae, or bee flies. It is quite possibly Xenox tigrinus, or another member of that genus.

 

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Further along, my next discovery was of another Blue Dasher willing to be photographed (the dragonflies were everywhere, but most darted too quickly from spot to spot, and/or had perches that were out of my camera’s macro range).  This is my favorite dragonfly portrait of this particular outing.  But I will be back again soon.

 

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Stepping onto terra firma once again, we immediately saw this female Eastern Box Turtle (Terrapene carolina) in the path ahead.  Valerie estimates her age at 75 to 100 years, and suspects that she may have been in search of a suitable location for laying eggs.

 

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A short side spur led up the ridge, gaining about twenty feet in elevation and offering a view out over the wetland.  In a tree hollow near the top, I glimpsed this insect, which was reluctant to be photographed.  It is probably a Brown Lacewing (family Hermerobiidae).

 

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After so many photographs of insects (particularly dozens of dragonfly shots, nearly all Blue Dashers), I paused to take a couple of wetland plant photographs.  The first one, I admit, I took because of all the Least Skippers feeding on it.  The white globe of tiny flowers turns out to belong to the Buttonbush (Cephalanthus occidentalis).  Now that I have a name for the flower, and appreciate how unusual it is, I ought to go back and photograph it properly!

 

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At last, a photograph simply in appreciation of the late afternoon sunlight shining through the underside of a leaf — in this instance, Common Arrowhead (Sagittaria latifolia).

 

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On one such Arrowleaf, an Ebony Jewelwing damselfly (Calopteryx maculata) was perched.  Although these damselflies are often quite timid, this one allowed me to get quite close with my macro lens.

 

 

 

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On a couple of occasions, the damselfly opened its wings for just a moment.  I caught this once, but my 1/30-second exposure was too slow to avoid some blur to the wings.

 

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Nearing trails’ end, I paused to enjoy the reflection of wetland plants and dead branches in a pool.

 

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Just before the final section of boardwalk on the main loop trail, I saw an Eastern Gray Squirrel (Sciurus carolinensis)doing a bit of late-day feeding.

 

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My ramble through Newman Wetlands took over two hours.  In addition to the main loop, I also walked a few of the upland trails.  There, wildlife was less abundant (or, at least, much less readily apparent).  However, the sunlight through the trees afforded several stunning forest landscape photographs.  These will be included in a Part Three post later today.

Jun 302014
 

After a spell of near-monsoonal rain this afternoon, I set out on another expedition with my Lensbaby Composer Pro with Sweet 35 optic.  This time, instead of the 8 cm macro converter from yesterday, I used a 16 mm one.  That translated into still more close-up  photographs than the ones I took yesterday.  I spent over an hour wandering Piney Woods Church Road, a goodly part of it trying to focus on water droplets.  I discovered (no great surprise here) that the water droplet comes into focus twice:  once the exterior surface is in focus, and at a different point when the central reflection was more or less in focus.

On my way back home, I also casually snapped this shot of a goatsbeard (I think), its bloom finished, but still retaining beauty and mystery.

 

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May 102014
 

On my daily walk down Piney Woods Church Road today, I relished the warm, moist air, evocative of a rain forest.  Everywhere I was bedazzled by sundry shades of green — saplings, shrubs, and vines all crowding for space along the roadside.  In this image, one vine supports another as they scramble for sunlight.

 

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Apr 272014
 

A poison ivy vine blooms in the May Day sunshine in Chattahoochee Hills, Georgia.As spring advances, the observant naturalist notices an array of flowers coming into bloom along roadsides and forest paths.  One flower blooming now that is easily missed belongs to a leafy vine that should not be overlooked:  poison ivy (Toxicodendron radicans).  Few of our native plants have as black a reputation as this member of the cashew family, frequently encountered along forest edges, roadsides, and in other disturbed areas.  After all, how many other native plants are the subject of rhymes about their dangers?  “Leaflets three / let them be.”

Certainly poison ivy’s reputation is, to some extent, richly deserved.  Unless you happen to belong to the twenty percent or so of the population that can handle poison ivy plants with impunity, contact with them can have memorable but unpleasant consequences.  Poison ivy’s shiny leaves and hairy vines both contain an oily sap, urushiol, which can penetrate the skin and provoke an allergic reaction that produces a rash, blisters, intense itchiness, and general misery.  Some people are so sensitive to this allergen that merely coming into close proximity with poison ivy may be enough to have an effect.

But with respect for those so severely afflicted, poison ivy is actually a highly beneficial plant for our native wildlife.  Strangely enough, humans appear to be almost its only animal victims.  White-tailed deer actually forage preferentially on poison ivy leaves.  But birds are the main beneficiaries.  Woodpeckers, flickers, grouse, pheasants, bobwhites, and warblers are all drawn to poison ivy’s small, spherical, tan fruits in the fall and winter.  The seeds pass through these birds’ digestive tracts, helping to spread poison ivy far and wide.  To aid in its own dispersal, poison ivy practices foliar fruit flagging, a technique also used by flowering dogwood.  In the autumn, poison ivy leaves turn to blazing shades of red and gold.  This bright coloration signals to the birds that food is available.

This early in the year, though, poison ivy sports bright-green, shiny leaves.  Beneath the leaves hang panicles (dense, branching clusters) of minute, greenish-white flowers.  In close-up photographs (such as the one available about halfway down on the left on this page), the minute flowers with their five petals forming a star and their white and yellow pistils and stamens look almost elegant.  But to appreciate them under a hand lens requires putting the hands, arms, and face at too great a risk to be worthwhile, in this writer’s opinion.

A hardy survivor, poison ivy spreads not only by seeds, but vegetatively as well.  The vines that appear to be hairy are, in fact, covered with rootlets, ready to take hold of a tree trunk or burrow into the soil.  Considering its predilection for covering extensive ground, this writer confesses to eying the plant with suspicion when encountering it in the yard, despite its benefits to deer and songbirds.  But inevitably, it is easiest to let a few vines be, provided they not overstep their bounds.  After all, poison ivy is here to stay.

In fact, recent studies of forest plant response to increasing atmospheric carbon dioxide levels indicate that it leads to a significant increase in poison ivy growth — on the order of 150 percent.  This result is known as the “carbon dioxide fertilization effect.”  Accompanying that surge, it appears that the increased carbon dioxide also enables the poison ivy to produce a more virulent strain of urushiol, leading to worse allergic reactions than are presently experienced.  At least we can look forward to the day when the poison ivy begins to choke out our invasive plant species — kudzu, privet, honeysuckle, wisteria, and others.  That is some small consolation, perhaps, at least for the die-hard naturalists out there.

This article was originally published on May 2, 2010.

Apr 202014
 

For several days, I have been trying, without success, to capture an interesting image of the white clover (Trifolium repens) now blooming along the edge of a field along Piney Woods Church Road.  Introduced from Europe, this member of the pea family is now common across North America.  So easily overlooked, in this photo white clover shines as the star of the rural landscape.

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Apr 192014
 

I was drawn to take this photograph by the line of tiny water droplets, like miniature glass marbles, cradled atop a blade of grass.  While taking the photograph, I noticed that there also seemed to be water droplets along the underside of the grass blade.  At home, viewing the image in Picassa, I was surprised to see these globes of water hanging so delicately, like suspended worlds.  I included two near-identical pictures below because the second one includes an image of the photographer (the first one includes part of the photographer’s hand, but not his distinctive hat).  Can you spot this unintended “selfie”?

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