Playing in the rain is worth catching cold

You spend your life as though it were currency, and on what?  Work?  Without living?  How’s that going for you?  Happy?  I mean really happy?

Besides, what’s the point?

Ah, the promise of heaven, yes?  So your days languish in hopes of tomorrow while you proffer your soul today, a handout in trade for something you might never receive.  I hope the wait is worth it.

Or is it retirement?  Then will you live?  With brittle bones and weak muscles and waning strength of mind, perhaps when you’re seventy or seventy-five…  Is that when you think you’ll truly worship at the altar of experience?

I’d rather live.  Right here, right now.  I’m on Earth inhabiting the only life I’ll ever get, experiencing the only sensations I’ll ever have.  Everything else is smoke and mirrors, empty promises of days to come.  I’m worth more than that.

Why would I waste my time waiting for something that might never come, whether that be tomorrow, or heaven, or a chance to enjoy the world for which I’ve slaved away the most meaningful years of my life?  Again, why?

I pity those who diligently toil hoping for the big payoff later.  That’s just so sad.

So let me catch a little sun now and then—sunburns be damned.  Let me say something stupid or meaningless without worrying what others think.  Let me set one foot in front of the other on paths known and unknown.  Let me carry my own weight through forests and over mountains, walk along streams, wiggle my toes in the sand of shores, and feast my eyes on the wondrous beauty this world offers.

I’ll stroll with head held high and a sure step beneath me.

You see, I don’t need the things.  Not anymore.  I used to think that was the point.  Not anymore.

Nothing is more important than now.  It’s the only time I have.  It’s the only life I can live.

Shadow dance

The days already grow shorter, the sun rising later and falling earlier.  The snap cool of autumn rumbles into town.  And a play of light and shadow comes sooner each afternoon, sunlight filtered through a latticework fence and blanketing the patio in abrupt transitions.

I stepped outside a few days ago to let the sun shower my still sickly body.  Amazing what natural light and heat can accomplish when all else feels cold and distant.

No sooner had I closed the door behind me when I stopped.  Something lurked at the intersection of dark perpendiculars, something hidden in lightless realms made impenetrable by reflection.

A male differential grasshopper (Melanoplus differentialis) hiding in shadows (2009_10_02_029942)

What beast dared stand guard in crossed blades of shadow?  What behemoth[1] stood so near to me that I might reach out and touch it with ease?  What creature faced me so courageously as I towered above it?

A different perspective no doubt would shed more light on the subject.

A male differential grasshopper (Melanoplus differentialis) standing in shadows (2009_10_02_029945)

Even before I stepped back and knelt down, I could see his leaf sway[2] acted out against a backdrop of harsh dichotomies, an environment of bright and dim where he chose to stand.

Yet as I became still, so too did he.

We faced each other for a bit, I in the light and he in the dark, and there we spent a dusting of our afternoon appraising one another.

I then made the first move, a shift of my position such that the sun would be at my back, a view I hoped would offer a more vibrant scene.

Amazingly he followed, stepped forward as I inched sideways, echoed move for move each of my leviathan footfalls with minuscule footfalls of his own.

A male differential grasshopper (Melanoplus differentialis) standing in sunlight (2009_10_02_029965)

How brave you are! I thought, How very brave indeed.

I leaned back against the fence for stability; nevertheless, he moved nearer until eventually he stood so close that the camera could no longer focus on him.  And there he remained, swaying side to side occasionally as I pondered who would make the next move.

Already his location made it impossible for me to photograph him.  My only option was to move to the other side of the patio.  But where he held his ground meant I would have to step over him.

He will flee…

I chanced it anyway.

I moved as one might swim through cold molasses, first standing, then skirting the patio wall, and ultimately bringing my giant self over him and toward the other end of the patio.  He never flinched aside from turning to watch me, a move which put him back in shadow.

A male differential grasshopper (Melanoplus differentialis) standing in shadows surrounded by sunlight (2009_10_02_030025)

Light striking the far wall and the ground around him created a shield of contrast in which he found protection from my prying eyes.

Ah, the camera need not worry about such things, though.

In the watchful profile seen through the lens, his true form came to light: a male differential grasshopper (Melanoplus differentialis).  Chevrons painted along his hind legs[3] revealed his name despite what colors his body might present[4].

I let the warmth of late afternoon cloak me in comfort as I lay on the concrete watching him.  And he, no doubt, watched me as well.

Slowly he moved, one tiny step at a time, until he once again stood in the light.

A male differential grasshopper (Melanoplus differentialis) seen from the side (2009_10_02_030042)

We paused, the two of us, and we together watched the sun as it fell toward the horizon.  The shadow dance continued though neither of us moved.

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Notes:

[1] The grasshopper was two inches/50mm in length.

[2] “Leaf sway” is the term used to describe the tendency of grasshoppers to lean side to side when they perceive a threat.  As a form of camouflage, this action makes them look like a twig or leaf swaying in a gentle breeze.

[3] The herringbone pattern along the femora is diagnostic for this species.

[4] Like many species, differential grasshoppers have tremendous color variability.  They come in countless shades and combinations of black, gray, orange, red, brown, yellow and green, if not other hues as well.

A few of our innumerable critters

I often despise Texas for its backwoods politics, its heat and humidity, its terrible environmental record, its whore’s relationship with petroleum, and its destruction of habitat resulting in the extinction or endangerment of more plants and animals than you can shake a stick at.  But the flip side of that coin is that Texas

  • is second only to California in overall biodiversity.
  • has more bird, reptile and butterfly species than anywhere else in the U.S., and only California has more mammal and plant species.
  • hosts 99.9% of the eastern population of monarch butterflies on their autumnal and vernal migrations, and provides the nursery for spring’s first generation of these insects as they move north from Mexico and begin repopulating the area east of the Rocky Mountains.
  • ranks third in the nation for the number of species unique to the state.
  • has 126 vertebrate species found nowhere else on the planet (out of 1,245 total species).
  • has more wild cat species than anywhere else in North America.
  • has more bird species than anywhere else in North America, with more than 620 species and subspecies that overwinter, migrate, breed and nest, and/or reside in the state.
  • contains upwards of 30,000 insect species, though the total number is unknown since insects represent more than half the planet’s total biomass.
  • ranks fifth in the U.S. for the total number of amphibian species.
  • has 11 identifiably distinct ecological regions.
  • is home to more than 5,500 plant species, of which 426 occur nowhere else on the planet.
  • provides winter refuge for the world’s last remaining 100% wild migratory flock of whooping cranes, which also happens to be North America’s largest flock of this critically endangered species.
  • contains the only natural mixing ground for many eastern and western species that otherwise do not cross the Rocky Mountains.

Needless to say, one can ignore the many anthropocentric and anthropogenic shortcomings of this state when one considers the natural magic found within its borders.  So imagine what spell cloaked me as I waltzed through my photo collection and marveled at how I too often ignore the dance of many reptiles and amphibians who live so near.

Sure, I’ve posted plenty of anoles and geckos and alligators and snakes—though not as many as I’d like—but imagine my dismay at stumbling over a veritable horde of critters who make this a great place to live: the diverse group of toads and frogs and lizards filling every available ecological niche.

Consider this a sample of what lives here that I’ve never shown before.  And aren’t they a beautiful sampling of the goodies inhabiting the vast expanse of Texas…

A Rocky Mountain toad (a.k.a. western Woodhouse’s toad; Bufo woodhousii woodhousii) hiding in a shallow stream (20080727_10229)

A Rocky Mountain toad (a.k.a. western Woodhouse’s toad; Bufo woodhousii woodhousii) waiting patiently in a shallow stream.  Waiting for what?  For me to leave, of course!  It had been resting patiently on a rock until I meandered up and intruded upon its cloudy day.  Only then did it take a wee dip in the water so it could watch me.

A juvenile five-lined skink (a.k.a. blue-tailed skink or red-headed skink; Eumeces fasciatus) resting on landscape timbers (20080809_10588)

A juvenile five-lined skink (a.k.a. blue-tailed skink or red-headed skink; Eumeces fasciatus) emerged from its verdant cover so it could grab what little light a cloudy sky offered.  Resting atop old railroad ties that serve as landscape timbers, this young lizard never flinched and never reacted to my presence.

A northern cricket frog (Acris crepitans) hiding in the grass (20080921_12719)

No larger than my thumbnail, this northern cricket frog (Acris crepitans) caught my attention not because it moved as I walked by, but rather because it seemed lacking in the green so virulent around its position.  I had to stop and look at what might be there.  Thankfully I did.  Thought I admit it vanished into the ground cover as soon as I snapped the first image.

A southern leopard frog (Rana sphenocephala) sitting beneath some bushes (2009_04_16_015463)

I hate using flash for any picture.  Nevertheless, I had to so I could capture the visage of this southern leopard frog (Rana sphenocephala) who hid in the dark recesses of brush along a creek’s edge.  Only by stumbling down the embankment could I even see it, and only by the light of the camera’s flash could it be photographed.  And once the flash went off, the frog disappeared further into thicket I couldn’t enter.

A Texas spiny lizard (Sceloporus olivaceus) resting in the sun (2009_05_22_020678)

Beneath coniferous cover and beside some kind of storage tank I couldn’t recognize, this Texas spiny lizard (Sceloporus olivaceus) scrambled into daylight just long enough to look at me, to evaluate my threat, to consider my disposition.  Once it felt certain I wasn’t hunting, it scampered along in pursuit of one of its brethren.

A ground skink (a.k.a. little brown skink; Scincella lateralis) huddled at the base of a tree (2009_07_06_026106)

Growing back its tail that no doubt served as a diversion so the lizard could escape from a predator, this ground skink (a.k.a. little brown skink; Scincella lateralis) huddled near the base of a tree one evening and was all but invisible in the waning light.  Passersby thought me insane as I stood in near darkness snapping photos of what seemed like nothing more interesting than tree roots.

A tiny baby toad perched on the edge of a sidewalk (2009_07_25_027794)

A little toad (unidentified) hopped upon the sidewalk as I walked by.  For scale, the distance from the toad’s position to the brown gravel below is about one inch/two centimeters.  Needless to say I oohed and aahed as I knelt nearby and looked at this minuscule life who seemed small enough to blow away in the next gentle breeze.

A northern cricket frog (Acris crepitans) resting in soft morning sunlight (2009_09_26_029186)

Another northern cricket frog (Acris crepitans) froze atop a dead leaf so I wouldn’t see it.  Too late.  Thankfully this one played stoic while I stumbled about in the early morning light trying to find the best view.  Sunlight dappling through the dew-covered grass made for a perfect shot.

Photography 101: Nature photography part 2

Part 1 of my tips for nature photography covered five basic principles: Be patient; use blinds to separate yourself from your subject (when dealing with wildlife since that makes little sense if you’re photographing a flower); get away from people to see the really interesting things; be mindful of the smells you carry into the wild; and use all your senses—and use them smartly—to find the hidden gems that most will never see.  Here in part 2 I will delve into another five principles, and at the end I will address the question so many people have asked me: How do I get so close to wildlife?

(1) Walk softly and carry a big lens
In most cases, the basic rule of nature photography is the same as for every other kind of photography: The closer you are to the scene, the better the image.  Very much unlike people in a photo studio, however, you’re unlikely to get caribou to stand still while you walk up to snap a picture of the herd.  That’s where big lenses come in.

Personal preference note: Except in case where I know precisely what I’ll be photographing and how near or far I’ll be from the subject, I’m not fond of lenses with fixed focal lengths (e.g., a 300mm lens).  That’s because I never know how close I’ll be to what I’m taking a picture of, so standing three feet/one meter from a hairy woodpecker isn’t going to help me if all I have is a 300mm lens.  I’m therefore fond of zoom lenses (e.g., 100-400mm), though keep in mind there is some quality lost in trade for the ability to zoom in and out.

No matter if you have a fixed focal length lens or a zoom lens, you’ll be able to reach out further with bigger lenses (those with higher ‘mm’ numbers or, for point-and-shoot cameras, those with higher ‘x’ numbers).  Even though you want to get close to your subject to increase the image quality, you also want to pull the subject closer through a powerful lens.  This spans the distances at which nature exists.

Keep in mind landscape and macro photography are good examples of times when a huge lens isn’t really the best option.  For that reason, this particular suggestion is meant for those cases when you’re taking photos of subjects at distance rather than up close or with wide viewing angles.  It behooves any photographer to be prepared with the lenses appropriate to the circumstances and needs, and to be familiar with which lenses are best for which kinds of images.

(2) Be slow, or better yet stand still
There are times when hurrying is the only way to get a photo.  You can’t be expected to sit idly and wait for that osprey that just flew by to come back for a brief photo op.  But overall, nature hates to be hurried—and it especially abhors a lot of activity from interlopers like us.

Hurrying is the best way to miss things, whether it be the coyote watching you from beneath a bower or an owl perched in a nearby tree…or even the tiniest of flowers hidden amongst blades of grass.  Your senses become clouded with the byproducts of your own movement, so move with purpose but without speed.  You’ll be amazed at what hides in our scampering to and fro.

Slowness and stillness also cloak the third problem nature photographers face: the sounds we make.  Being seen, being smelled and being heard can ensure you see nothing except mosquitoes munching on your tender bits.  When you rush headlong through the forest or scamper too quickly along rocky slopes, you make a tremendous amount of noise: you breathe heavily; your footfalls break twigs and crush leaves and kick rocks; anything you’re carrying rattles and shakes; and everything you brush against scrapes at your skin and clothing.  You won’t get within a mile of anything when you sound like a tank rolling across the landscape.

Planting yourself in one spot and becoming as silent as a stone can lead to a new world of discovery as wildlife moves nearby.  Many creatures wait only for us to be still before they go on with their business.  On the other hand, if you’re walking or hiking but don’t want to miss what’s out there, make each step count, make it diligent, make it deliberate—and make it quiet.

(3) Understand what you’re looking for and looking at
Undirected photography in nature means you stroll about snapping photos of anything interesting.  Directed photography, on the other hand, means you head out the door to photograph something specific.  In both cases, understanding what you’re likely to see can help.

For example: It’s laughable to think you intend to photograph an alligator when you don’t have some answers.  Where’s the best place to find them?  When are they most likely to be visible?  How do you safely get close and safely get away?  What is their charge radius and what does it mean to you?  How do you minimize their reaction to you so you can get a nearby clear view?

Or if it’s a specific flower you’re looking for: Does it bloom in the morning, afternoon or evening?  What kind of weather is most conducive to seeing it in bloom?  In what season(s) does it appear most frequently?  Is it most likely to be found in a field?  On a tree?  In shade or direct sunlight?  Near water or only where it’s dry?

As you learn more about the critters you want to photograph, you’ll find reactions vary.  Why does a centipede run when a millipede doesn’t?  Why does a jumping spider react when an orbweaver won’t?  When a kingfisher calls out, is it panic, challenge or courtship?

Understanding the behavior and idiosyncrasies of wildlife can be the difference between a captivating close-up and a bedeviling blur, and understanding the environmental needs of flora and fungi can be the difference between photographing the same old pecan tree or discovering a magical realm of woodland mushrooms.  Knowing where and when and how to find the subjects you’re most interested in will bring into focus a world that surrounds us yet remains largely unseen; knowing something about how they will respond to you will ensure those subjects wind up in the frame and not just in your memories.

(4) Be mindful and be careful
Though most everything in nature is harmless, there’s a tiny fraction of life that can and will hurt you.  Remember what I said about kicking logs before you step over them?  Finding a copperhead sunning on the other side of a fallen tree is but one of a million examples of why you need to observe and act when in the wild.

You should know what’s around you at all times.  You should always be aware of what’s around your footsteps—each footstep before you take it.  You should keep a mental inventory of the space around you and update that inventory every time you move.

Who hasn’t walked through a spider web?  That’s one of the easiest examples of why being observant is of such importance.  When you walk through the web, you’ve not only missed seeing the spider but you’ve also missed seeing the web, one of nature’s strongest and most beautiful constructs.  Add to that what I call the spider dance: That rabid waving of arms and brushing of hair and clothes and skin and vehement turning in circles as you scream “IS IT ON ME!?  IS IT ON ME!?”  I’m always entertained by the spider dance since most people harbor some level of arachnophobia and can’t help the sudden tornadic two-step that results from a bit of silk stretched across the face.

Humor notwithstanding, you might easily brush against poison ivy or step over a sleeping viper or poke your face into a dark space where a black widow is hiding.  Knowing what might be lurking in your path by being familiar with what’s in the area comes into play here as well.

And when I say be mindful, I don’t just mean be mindful of your surroundings.  I mean also be mindful of your actions.  Here’s an example.

While standing beneath a canopy of ancient, massive live oak trees at the Aransas National Wildlife Refuge earlier this year, I stared into the dense understory trying to locate a bit of movement I’d seen only briefly as I walked.  Size and color made me think it a possible coyote or fox slumbering in the shadows.  As I gazed at eye level hoping my peripheral vision would pick up additional movement, something unseen slithered onto my shoe and wrapped around my bare ankle.  It had to be a snake.

There are five venomous snake species known to inhabit the Aransas NWR.  Weather conditions at the time meant any one of them might be sliding around my leg, and my location near both the ocean and freshwater sloughs meant I couldn’t discount any of them—not even the cottonmouth.  So what did I do?  Did I panic and leap into the air and possibly endanger myself?  Nope.

Very slowly, very casually and very carefully, I lowered my head.  None of this involved moving any other part of my body.  So far as the rest of me was concerned, I was a tree, still and stoic.

Thankfully it was nothing more menacing than a rough green snake, a nonvenomous reptile that’s as delightful as it is safe.  It retreated into the grass only when the shadow of the camera fell on it as I tried for a picture.  Oh well.  Would have been cool having it wrapped around my ankle like that.  Maybe another time…

The point is this: Had it been any of the dangerous snake species and had I reacted differently, it would have enjoyed an easy strike on naked skin.  My best hope for safety was to be mindful of my own reaction to its presence.

(5) Don’t act like a predator
Trees, flowers, mushrooms, lichens…  Let’s be honest: You don’t have to worry about them running away from you.  And in truth you don’t have to worry about some wildlife running away from you: ants won’t flee in panic just because you walk toward them.  But a good deal of wildlife will do just that.  So you need to stop acting like a predator if you want to get close.

Humans have forward-facing eyes.  This generally indicates a predator, whereas prey animals generally have side-facing eyes (though there are exceptions in both cases).  The trade-off is easy to figure out: Binocular vision (forward-facing eyes) increases depth perception and the ability to locate faint objects, hence this is advantageous for predatory animals; monocular vision (side-facing eyes) enables each eye to act independently and the animal to see a larger field of view, hence this is advantageous for prey animals.  (There are other differences between the two visual systems and you’re encouraged to investigate that further.)

Many animals come with built-in knowledge of what eye placement means.  Take past studies that show birds know where we are looking based on the direction we face.  Take more recent studies that show birds not only understand where we’re looking by where we’re facing, but they understand where we’re looking based on where we aim our eyes even when we don’t move our heads.  Now imagine what animals think when you stare at them and approach.

A great many people have seen this in practice.  You’re walking along blissfully unaware when suddenly your peripheral vision picks up a bit of movement.  You stop and turn and stare.  That’s when the bird perched quite near you takes flight.  Why didn’t it move as you wandered close to its location?  Because even though you’re a threat, you hadn’t shown an indication of being aware of it or interested in it, therefore the bird’s safest reaction was to sit still and hope you passed by without incident.

Learn how to approach wildlife without causing panic.  Learn how indirect gazes can obscure your interest.  Learn how peripheral vision is the greatest tool you have, and learn how to use it.  Learn how your camera can serve as a blind.  Learn how to walk toward something without making a beeline in its direction.  Learn to reduce the threat your actions imply.

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For the many people who asked how I get close to wildlife, this two-part entry contains that information.  It’s a combination of these ten nature photography tips: I know how a species will react; I understand when and how to find something; I use cover to obscure my approach and presence, even if it’s just my car; I wait, sometimes for long periods of time, and I stand still and watch carefully; I’m always aware of the scents, sounds and sights I might offer and I do my best to mitigate those problems; I stay away from people; I use all my senses in the best ways possible; I’m mindful of my surroundings and my own reactions to those surroundings, and I never let anything cause me to become unglued no matter how horrible or troubling; I use the biggest lenses appropriate for the circumstances; and I don’t act like I’m hunting, but instead I proffer a sense of ambivalence and disinterest, even the air of being clueless to my surroundings and what hides there.