Structurally, lichens are among the most bizarre of all forms of life. That's because every lichen species is actually composed of two, possibly even three, distinct species of organisms. One species is a kind of fungus. Usually the other species is an alga, but sometimes it can be a photosynthesizing bacterium known as a cyanobacterium. Sometimes all three organisms are found in one lichen. The drawing above gives an idea of what fungal hyphae wrapping around alga cells might look like at the microscopic level. Since all three kinds of organism are profoundly different from one another, what lichens do is almost like merging a shrub with a dog to produce something that looks and lives unlike either shrub or dog! Hmmm? I hope you understood all that!
My artist-friend Elli, in Vienna, is soooo talented. No sooner did she receive my Buckeye picture, than she E-mailed back the attached cartoon. I'm really lucky to have such a truly gifted friend.
I submit this picture, taken at the Ponds three hours ago, with apologies to one of Japan's greatest. Of course, Hokusai's θι£Ύεζ (1760 - 1849) paintings and woodcuts were of waves, but I think this morning's clouds bore them a striking resemblance. And if, per chance, you are not familiar with Hokusai, I beg you to Google him right away.
I'm not necessarily exclusively a fair-weather photographer but, I'm stuck indoors, waiting for my Honda to be serviced. Meanwhile I still wanted to send out a picture taken today, and here it is. My older (not by age, but by time on my list!) subscribers will remember last year's boring pictures of a Buckeye that I raised from a seed (don't eat - it's poisonous, though the Indians leached it and then did eat it). After a few months I thought it had died. For some reason or other, the pot, with the "dead" tree wound up at Bob H's house. To his surprise, he noticed signs of life a couple of weeks ago, and brought the tree back to my house. No sooner did it land on my veranda, than it began popping leaves. I'm planning to drill a hole in the floor of my upstairs neighbor's veranda in a few months. I'll keep you posted.
I was being something of a wuss on my walk this morning. Not wanting my camera to get rained on, I left it at home. Fortunately, when all else fails, I can always resort to my kitchen window. So there. Or here.
Canada Geese at the Ponds.
Male Red-winged Blackbird in breeding plumage, from last Saturday's hike around the Ponds. These guys like to show off their bright shoulder-patches, which can be displayed in varying amounts. The females have been short-changed, and wear plain brown feathers. Life ain't fair! On the other hand, modesty shows class!
I love to see the blackbirds perched on the wires at the Ponds. I watch them as they find a spot to land, always leaving enough space from their neighbor to be able to fly away. Just as we park in a striped parking lot, leaving enough space for doors to be opened. The more I get into bird behavior, the more complex and mysterious it becomes to me! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Someone, asked me, without giving me an E-mail address, where "the Ponds" are. They are at the end of Smith Ranch Road, at McInnis Park in San Rafael. Their proper name is Las Gallinas Valley Sanitary District Ponds.
I know that butt-shots are strictly taboo, but I could not have shown that unbelievable display from the front. The dress, designed by none other than Cristobal Balenciaga, will certainly be on everyone's lips come Oscar-night. The model is Isabella, the beautiful Great Blue Heron, shown here yesterday, as she landed at the Ponds after an exhausting flight from Paris.
Grass, swaying in the wind this morning at the Ponds, made me think of a symphony.
I would love to tell you that I took this picture while scuba-diving at the Great Barrier Reef in the Coral Sea, off the coast of Queensland, in northeast Australia. But, like George Washington, fessing up to his father about having chopped down the cherry tree, I, too, cannot tell a lie. I believe that, what we have here are White Worm Coral Mushrooms, supposedly edible, though I haven't tried them. Bob H and I discovered them on the trail around Lake Lagunitas last Sunday. A great variety of mushrooms were in evidence, a result of the recent rain.
Not my typical Daily E-mail, but it seems that today the horrendous situation in Haiti takes precedence. Tens of thousands of people have perished in the earthquake, and tens of thousands more are threatened by starvation, lack of water, disease, lack of sanitation, and lack of medical help. This happened in one of the poorest, if not the poorest, nations on earth. Each one of us has a responsibility to help. This is important. Don't put it off. I made donations to the American Red Cross and to Doctors Without Borders. Tomorrow I will resume my daily pictures and inane comments. Today my heart bleeds for the unfortunate victims of the natural catastrophe.
It seems to me that we haven't had a reflection-shot in quite a while. So here we go. This one is from Lake Lagunitas, taken last Sunday.
The Great Blue Heron blended into the trees in yesterday's heavy fog at Lake Lagunitas. Great Blues often stand motionless for minutes at a time. And they are not very skittish. I was a little startled when I spotted the bird. Fog presents a wonderful opportunity for photographers.
Another foggy morning at the Ponds. It was cold and windy and I didn't see another soul. Seven Turkey-Vultures were circling overhead. I became a little alarmed as they seemed to be following me. Was there a reason for their behavior? Did they know something about me that I didn't? Probably sensing my concern, they reassured me by calling "carry-on, carry-on". I did carry on and made it safely back to the parking lot without an incident!
An extremely heavy fog shrouded Lake Lagunitas this morning when, from behind a tree lurched a creature, both fierce and frightening. Was it a dinosaur or a crocodile? Who knows what lurketh in the shadows? No time to call in Guy Noir, Private Eye. My knee-jerk reaction was to yank my camera to my eye and shoot (yes, shoot). And whaddayaknow ~ the flash made the creature turn tail. We (Bob H and I) were safe, and I am here to tell the tale. No, Photoshop was not called to assist. The pixels you see are the original, genuine pixels.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Without reservations it's practically impossible to get a good seat. That's why I always advise to call ahead. A few days ago at the Ponds.
Probably a Northern Harrier hunting for lunch at the Ponds, a couple of days ago. I love watching these guys/gals darting through the air. I wonder how fast they fly, but I know they get from one end of my field of vision to the other in a matter of seconds. Northern Harriers capture small birds and mammals with a sudden pounce. They have a piercing whistle that sounds like eeeya. One of these days I'll bring a folding chair to a good viewing spot and just sit in wait of that perfect shot (fat chance)!
Somebody please tell me if you think I've finally gone bonkers and over the top. I'm beginning to see photo-ops everywhere. As was the case with the broken glass in one of the Fairfax Pavilion doors. Should I rush to a shrink? Or maybe, just maybe, my eyes have been shut until now, and there really is beauty and art in broken glass. Perhaps I should become a Buddhist? Or contemplate my navel? Or simply continue what I've been doing? Sometimes I worry, for as long as minutes on end, about what will become of me.
7:15 this morning at Bear Valley. I'm so glad I brought my camera!
Early morning at the Ponds.
After four years of concentrated and intensive research, I have finally completed my manual "Flight Instructions for Canada Geese". This will serve as the text for CG Flight 101. The accompanying picture is an excerpt from the manual, and demonstrates some of the basic wing positions required from the learner. Following the instructions and illustrations in the manual closely will guarantee the student successful flight, provided, of course, that he/she is an able-bodied, healthy, Canada Goose. The $124.33 (+tax) manual is available by contacting my E-mail address. A Spanish-language edition is in the works. And please stay on the computer, since your money is important to me.
Blackbirds sitting on a transmission line tower on Highway 37 this afternoon. Probably getting ready to go ninite!
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