Category Nature

Fertile Fern Fronds

Were I still teaching, or if I thought there were blog readers who cared to know the minutiae of pteridophyte reproductive biology, I’d launch into a soliloquy about Interrupted Fern, the structure and function of sporangia, and the place of…

Fido Fiddlehead

Dog-gone dog. Ann always insists that I take Tsuga along as a photographer’s companion. And she’s right: the dog is wonderful help if I need a distracting patch of buff-colored fur in my otherwise muted-shadow background; if I need my…

Carrion Without Me

A favorite warm-weather passtime of which I am only mildly apologetic: lying on my back on sidewalk of warm pavers outside the back door, trying to comprehend where in the world I am; where in the universe, where in time.…

Virginia Bluebells

I hoping for at least five “keeper” images of spring wildflowers for a possible future note card set. So far, it’s been slow to happen, first with the early warmth the first of March followed by the rapid return to…

Fancy Frustrating Ferns

“God made ferns to show what he could do with a leaf” said Thoreau. And I’m convinced God also designed them so that no one could ever do them justice by means of a photograph. You have to be there,…

Wildlife: Up Close and Personal

Ann called almost inaudibly from the kitchen. It almost seemed as if she were trying to talk without even moving her lips. Finally I made out what she was almost saying: turkey. Right. Here. I grabbed the camera and got…

Creature Feature

So we’ve now had two full nights without a nibble. No creature was stirring, not even a mouse. What a profound relief to be free (for now) of things that go bump in the night. The scratching was so loud…

High Places

Fred “Walter Mitty” the blogger pretends to be places he’s not. Wandering through his digital scrap book, he goes far afield in his head, even while the rains pour down and cold winds cut like a knife, and he sits…

Bloodroot

It’s happening, as it always does, too quickly. Every drive down the lane shows something else already gone by as Spring rushes through on its way to summer. Already, these bloodroot photographed a few days ago along the roadside near…

Behind the Veil

I pulled into the parking spot at the Floyd Library yesterday, and the crows in the walnut tree stayed put. City crows, I thought, with the notion that our Goose Creek crows spook at the slightest hint of human activity.…

Step It Up!

Speaking to a Dartmouth audience about changing global warming’s impact by modified lifestyles and economies, Bill McKibben was accused of “preaching to the choir”. How will converting the converts do any good, asked one person in the audience. “Only if…

Picture This

“The back page of an October issue of San Francisco magazine displays a vivid photograph of a small boy, eyes wide with excitement and joy, leaping and running on a great expanse of California beach, storm clouds and towering waves…

Windswept

For three hours, the wind scoured my skin, abraded my eyeballs, pushed, shoved and bullied me. But then, what did I expect on the Parkway in March. But was it worth it? Depends on your yardstick. I’d offered to try…