Monday, September 18, 2006
I thought this was a nice wildflower at Mammoth but couldn't find it in any of the plant lists for Yellowstone. That's because it is a yellow toadflax, linaria vulgaris, an invasive, exotic species. If I had known that, I'd have pulled it up by the roots and been careful not to let any seeds escape.
Saturday, September 16, 2006
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Monday, September 11, 2006
Sunday, September 10, 2006
You Are What You Eat
We hiked toward the top of Bunsen Peak today, but had to turn back because of the weather - it started raining, then got really windy, and may have even sleeted on us for a minute before things settled down. Whatever left this on the trail (the doo doo, not my foot) had been feeding on a hairy carcass of some kind. When you are hiking in bear country, like Bunsen Peak, they say it is wise to wear a bell so that you don't surprise a bear, to carry pepper spray in case one gets too close to you, and to keep an eye out for bear droppings. You can tell which are bear droppings because they have little bells in them and smell like pepper.
Sunday Bug Blogging
Hyles lineata, a White-lined Sphinx Moth. It looks and flies a lot like a hummingbird. I took this photo at Mammoth Hot Springs in Yellowstone. Compare this with the hawkmoth I blogged about a year ago.
Saturday, September 09, 2006
Saturday Bug Blogging
A hoary comma butterfly, polygonia gracilis. We were taking the trail through Norris Geyser Basin and my wife had the camera in her hands when this butterfly landed next to us. She had wanted to take pictures of some steaming mud or something, so I handed the camera to her for just a minute, and when this butterfly landed I asked her to take a picture of it for me. I could not have taken a picture like this if I had been out there all day (because you know, I was out there all day).
The composition blows me away. I love the way the antennae and the edges of the wings are echoed by the cracks and stains on the top of the post, and how the lines of the wings and body are echoed by the sticks and shadows on the ground. This image is not cropped, color corrected or photoshopped; it came out of the camera like this (except that Picasa and Blogger reduced it in size).
The composition blows me away. I love the way the antennae and the edges of the wings are echoed by the cracks and stains on the top of the post, and how the lines of the wings and body are echoed by the sticks and shadows on the ground. This image is not cropped, color corrected or photoshopped; it came out of the camera like this (except that Picasa and Blogger reduced it in size).
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Consumables
We stopped at the Desoto National Wildlife Refuge on the banks of the Missouri River, and had a look at the cargo from a steamboat that sank in the 1860's. Over a hundred years later, it was found buried in a field (the river having changed course in the meantime) and excavated. Every Friday since then they've had a tasting party with the canned food that was dug up*, but oddly enough they don't seem to be running out of it.
*This is completely untrue.