Category Archives: Wanderings
Yesterday
A visit to NYC…
(which felt kinda counterintuitive on Memorial Day Weekend, considering the horrendous traffic heading OUT of the city)
but I live at the beach
(lucky me, I know)
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I saw Strawberry Fields, finally, and was reminded of my best friend growing up and her total adoration of all things John Lennon…
I wandered around The Ramble in Central Park looking for photographic opportunities and good birds…
and loving the fun edge-aberrations of MevetS’ wide-angle lens.
I was prowling for stranger pics and found many…
NYC is especially good for that!
A happy bride on a beautiful day…
Somewhere along those wooded paths, by a bridge, we came upon a drumming group… but this one had singers!
My sense was that they were Cuban and this old guy…
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He totally stole my heart and my imagination and reminded me, somehow, of a long-dead uncle who I wish had lived long enough to share his stories with me..
I very nearly got run over by a bus to take this shot on 42nd street…
NYC is madness!!
death by bus or yellow cab, I wondered, as my short life flashed before my eyes
It’s Fleet Week and Steve forced me to talk to lots of handsome sailors…
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Who insist they HAVE TO wear the uniform and don’t do it just to pick up girls…
(Right.)
The real reason for this crazy goose-chase across NYC was Manhattanhendge, which we somehow missed…
??
At the end of the day, in Times Square, I felt very much like a country-bumpkin, out of my element, distracted with the bright lights and the madness of city life… and very glad for the little patch of sand waiting for me at home by the sea.
: )
Bad bird photo of the week
Side of the road
You wait in the car on the side of the road
Lemme go and stand awhile
I wanna know you’re there, but I wanna be alone
If only for a minute or two
I wanna see what it feels like to be without you
I wanna know the touch of my own skin
Against the sun, against the wind
If I stray away too far from you, don’t go and try to find me
It doesn’t mean I don’t love you, it doesn’t mean I won’t come back and stay beside you
It only means I need a little time
To follow that unbroken line
To a place where the wild things grow
To a place where I used to always go
If only for a minute or two
I wanna see what it feels like to be without you
I wanna know the touch of my own skin
Against the sun, against the wind.
A thousand miles there and back to spend a day with friends, old and new, gathered for the New River Birding and Nature Festival might seem crazy to some…
In fact, probably it was crazy to do, but the singing birds, the people, the chance to wander alone looking for wildflowers in those riotously rich West Virginia mountains … it’s all kinda irresistible to me.
Lyrics from “Side of the Road” by Lucinda Williams.
Photos:
(1) Windflower (Anemone sp.) Among my favorite wildflowers, Anemones are heartbreakingly beautiful and delicate
(2) Showy Orchis (Orchis spectabilis) I dragged Jim McCormac out in the near dark yesterday to show me where to find this beauty
(3) A giddy me photographing blooming May-Apples
(4) May Apple flower (Podophyllum peltatum) The parasol-like foliage of May-Apples is cool enough, but the flowers are especially lovely; more so cause you have to lie with your face in the dirt to photograph them where they hide beneath the leaves
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(5) Fire Pink (Silene virginica) So named not because of their color, obviously, but because of the scissor-like notches on the petals… thanks Susan!
Fire Pink and silly me photos by MevetS.
One swallow
One swallow does not make a summer, but one skein of geese, cleaving the murk of March thaw, is the Spring. – Aldo Leopold
Early spring is a season of small flowers, of course, and one Spring Beauty or one Violet is of no consequence…
but a carpet of them, sneaking up through the blanket of last year’s leaves or the first green grass where the sun beckons…
that’s the Spring!
*the Violet is Viola brittoniana,a South Jersey specialty.
Pine Barren Beauty
This pretty little creeping plant is found only in the pine barrens of New Jersey and North Carolina; it creeps like a vine, looks like a moss and flowers like an herb, but is really a shrub; that is, its stems are woody. It forms small evergreen mats resembling mossy cushions and blooms in early Spring.
The name, shortened to Pyxie, delightfully suggests the fairy folk to whom the name belongs. Smiling upward from the sandy soil in the April sunshine, this tiny plant wields an incredible charm; especially so because I went out today not expecting to find much of note. As is so often the case with the Pine Barrens, I was pleasantly rewarded!
Botanical info from Our Early Wildflowers by Harriet Keeler, 1916 and Wildflowers of the Pine Barrens of NJ by Howard Boyd, 2001
I’ve been
Anything fun for you lately?
*If someone can help on the snake, I’d appreciate it… it tried very hard to convince silly me that it was a fierce rattlesnake, using its tail to rattle the dried leaves (and the worried man standing behind me.)
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Pine Lizard
For the wayfarer
You have to kind of wonder when, on a trip for the earliest blooming flower in the Pine Barrens, you step out of the car to find most everyone on their knees in the sand, peering into the vegetation with hand lenses or macro lenses.
What the heck?
I wondered just what bag of goods the Pinelands Preservation Alliance (via MevetS) had sold me on this trip… as if the setting on a bombing range weren’t crazy enough!
These tiny plants and their diminutive *flowers* were our focus.
My focus on them was never very good, by the way, because they’re so darn tiny!
Broom Crowberry is a very special plant, not only because it’s among the earliest of bloomers, but also because it’s quite rare outside of the pine plains habitat. Plant geeks seem to love it, despite its drab appearance. I was sort of less-than-excited about it cause I wanted SPRING! and PINK! and FLASHY! but whatever.
This attitude is probably exactly why I need to go on these trips… don’t you think?
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I love the Pine Barrens, but its beauty is very subtle. It doesn’t give away its treasures easily, I know. You have to drive and then hike past thousands of pitch pines and scrub oaks, get lost countless times on sugar sand roads that all look the same, sweat and freeze and question your sanity and then, maybe, she shows you something wonderful for your efforts.
Where it grows well, Broom Crowberry grows in great mats across the sand… it likes to be out in the open under the sun and flourishes, according to plant geeks who study these things, in areas of disturbance… hence our visit to the bombing range (and the area near some power lines where these photos were taken). Like so many Pine Barrens endemics, it’s well-adapted to fire… in areas that aren’t regularly burned (or bombed!) it’s shaded out by tall trees or shrubs.
We learned that botanists (among them Alexander Wilson of ornithological fame) traveled from Philadelphia to the Pinelands to find these plants and Thoreau described Broom Crowberry as “a soft, springy bed for the wayfarer”.
Indeed.
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Mortal injury may result
Of all the crazy places I’ve been birding… sewerage treatment facilities, nuclear power plants, landfills… this takes the cake, I think.
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And mostly we were looking for wildflowers.
(And not ever in the target range, at least I don’t think so!)
Photo from the Warren Grove Gunnery Range in the heart of the pygmy pine forest of the NJ Pine Barrens.