Tree-fetish Tuesday #20
To spend time inside an aspen copse like this is rare delight. They are pretty hard to find.
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Tuesday, 30 August 2011
Friday, 26 August 2011
Fencepost of Dangers Past
Fencepost of the Week #26
The H.B. at the top suggests that this fencepost may have previously been a Hydro-Board electric power-line pole, that was chopped up and used for fencing. The two photos were taken 8 years apart - not much seems to have happened in the meantime. The weather certainly hasn't improved much.
The life of the fencepost photographer is full of DANGER...
23rd March 2003 |
13th August 2011 |
The H.B. at the top suggests that this fencepost may have previously been a Hydro-Board electric power-line pole, that was chopped up and used for fencing. The two photos were taken 8 years apart - not much seems to have happened in the meantime. The weather certainly hasn't improved much.
Location:
Argyll and Bute, UK
Monday, 22 August 2011
Gloeophyllum Sepiarium
Monday Mushroom #18
Gloeophyllum sepiarium! What a wonderful name. This is one of the most abundant mushrooms in clear-felled areas of forestry plantations - it plays its part in rotting down stumps and large chunks of timber left behind after the trees have been harvested.
Gloeophyllum sepiarium! What a wonderful name. This is one of the most abundant mushrooms in clear-felled areas of forestry plantations - it plays its part in rotting down stumps and large chunks of timber left behind after the trees have been harvested.
This one is cheekily having a go at decomposing a fencepost! <3 |
They have similarly labyrinthine gills to the maze-gill fungus, but on a smaller scale. |
Fresh fruiting bodies are felty. |
Old fruiting bodies are papery. |
Labels:
argyll,
cowal,
fungi,
gloeophyllum,
mushrooms,
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Sunday, 21 August 2011
Friday, 19 August 2011
Thursday, 18 August 2011
The Walnut Moth Discovered
There it lay - soft, crumpled, bereft of life. A secret too well kept. It could have lived, but failed to endure the test. Could have fluttered beautifully, effortlessly on the breeze, if only it had first gained egress.
Location:
Patterdale, Penrith, Cumbria, UK
Friday, 12 August 2011
Wednesday, 10 August 2011
Hares 'o Bute
Wildlife Wednesdays #20
I have lived for quite a few years in Cowal, and have seen hares there on only three occasions - always mountain hares Lepus timidus. But every single time I visit Bute I see hares - brown hares, Lepus europaeus - in great abundance.
However the photograph below is a misleading fiction as it is a composite of 8 photographs of just 4 individuals as they run about the field. (there are 18 hares in the image.)
I have lived for quite a few years in Cowal, and have seen hares there on only three occasions - always mountain hares Lepus timidus. But every single time I visit Bute I see hares - brown hares, Lepus europaeus - in great abundance.
However the photograph below is a misleading fiction as it is a composite of 8 photographs of just 4 individuals as they run about the field. (there are 18 hares in the image.)
Location:
Argyll and Bute, UK
Tuesday, 9 August 2011
Monday, 8 August 2011
Decomposition
Monday Mushroom #17
Fungi are the cause of much decomposition, but of course, they, too become rotted - other fungi, insects, moulds, bacteria and even vertebrates participate in the decay - in some species the fruiting bodies last less than a day before total dissolution, others can last for years.
Of course the mushroom we see is just a fruiting body - confusing a mushroom with the fungal organism that sprouted it is very much like confusing an apple with an apple tree, only in the case of fungi the 'tree' is almost invisible, while the fruits are very obvious.
While the fruit comes and goes in its season, the rest of the fungus persists, living and growing in the earth, or other substrate out of which the mushroom appeared. It is always there - but invisible - all through the year, ready to sprout further mushrooms, when the conditions are right.
Fungi are the cause of much decomposition, but of course, they, too become rotted - other fungi, insects, moulds, bacteria and even vertebrates participate in the decay - in some species the fruiting bodies last less than a day before total dissolution, others can last for years.
Of course the mushroom we see is just a fruiting body - confusing a mushroom with the fungal organism that sprouted it is very much like confusing an apple with an apple tree, only in the case of fungi the 'tree' is almost invisible, while the fruits are very obvious.
While the fruit comes and goes in its season, the rest of the fungus persists, living and growing in the earth, or other substrate out of which the mushroom appeared. It is always there - but invisible - all through the year, ready to sprout further mushrooms, when the conditions are right.
Boletus erythropus - Red-legged Bolette |
...and then the same mushroom again, ten days later:
Location:
Argyll and Bute, UK
Sunday, 7 August 2011
Friday, 5 August 2011
Tuesday, 2 August 2011
Winter Weeping Ash
Tree-fetish Tuesday #19
I am no lover of winter - all the insects and reptiles are dormant, the trees are bare as if dead. It is too cold to tarry out of doors and too dark to photograph most of what one sees. The mushrooms are over, camping can be fatal, heating bills are huge and the days are shorter than a decently long walk. I love the turning of the seasons, but would be happy with a winter half as long as those I experience here.
I am no lover of winter - all the insects and reptiles are dormant, the trees are bare as if dead. It is too cold to tarry out of doors and too dark to photograph most of what one sees. The mushrooms are over, camping can be fatal, heating bills are huge and the days are shorter than a decently long walk. I love the turning of the seasons, but would be happy with a winter half as long as those I experience here.
Labels:
argyll,
ash,
cowal,
photography,
sunlight,
tree,
treefetish,
winter
Quandaries
When faced with a quandary, one must avoid the barbs -
Always the most projecting of parts.
One must trace round the edges, comprehend the shape,
Feel the heft of that you have found.
The stolid foundation and fumigous surround,
Are of no consequence here -
Within all quandaries there is a curious pearl
A kernel which once it has been grasped,
Will be clear and tractable, plain and extractable,
From the murk in which it was masked.
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