Frozen

In December 1983, White Rock Lake froze from shore to shore with ice thick enough that a person could walk across the 1,100 acre body without getting their feet wet.  But 1983 was an exception.  This is Dallas—Texas, by golly!—and though we have our freezes and our ice storms and our snow storms, usually our winters are an eclectic mix of arctic incursions coupled with subtropical comfort.  In essence, today’s parka and gloves are quickly replaced by tomorrow’s t-shirt and shorts.

The last several weeks have offered a wee bit of a twist on that normalcy.  Progressively cooler temperatures beginning in December ushered in a start to the New Year defined by real, honest-to-goodness cold weather, something that rarely happens here.  And several days below freezing after a prolonged “cool” spell meant seeing a rarity in these parts.

Dallas's White Rock Lake with a massive ice floe filling Sunset Bay (2010_01_10_047953)

Down here in the South we think of ice sheets as being measured in puddles and ponds, in small pools of water that cool off quickly and freeze in the short time that temperatures allow.  Yet standing on the shore of the lake yesterday, I looked out over a true ice floe, a sheet of ice at least 100 acres/40 hectares in size.  The whole of Sunset Bay, including the creeks that come together in the confluence, had frozen over, and in some places they had frozen solid.

Ring-billed gulls standing on an ice floe in Dallas's White Rock Lake (2010_01_10_047876)

The interesting thing about fresh water is that it reaches maximum density at 39° F/4° C.  If the water temperature is above or below that, the liquid’s density lessens and it becomes lighter.  That means none of the water in the lake can fall below 39° F/4° C until all the water hits that temperature.  That’s because water cooled to maximum density becomes heavier than the warmer water beneath it, so it sinks and forces warmer water to the surface.  This trading places continues until the entire body of water has the same density.  Then and only then can the water temperature fall below that threshold.

Ring-billed gulls on an ice floe in Dallas's White Rock Lake (2010_01_10_047888)

Lake water mixes in this fashion until all the water is at or near freezing.  It’s at that point when ice can form on the surface.  That requires an extended period of time with freezing air temperatures, and it requires sufficient time with cold air for the water to reach maximum density in the first place.  The whole process can speed up or slow down depending on the surface area (the amount of water being cooled by the freezing air) and the depth (the amount of water that has to be mixed before the entire lake reaches maximum density and can continue cooling).

Ice on the shore of White Rock Lake in Dallas (2010_01_10_047902)

The first part to freeze generally is along the shore where water is shallow and held relatively still through contact with the land.  This kind of ice is called shorefast ice (or border ice).  It’s the most common ice seen on any body of water.  Once shorefast ice forms, it begins expanding away from land along the surface of the water.  This floating ice sheet is called a floe.

Ice and ice formations on the shore of White Rock Lake in Dallas (2010_01_10_047890)

Wind also impacts freezing since water in motion is much more difficult to freeze than is standing water.  Also, water in motion causes friction, and friction causes heat.  Even before shorefast ice forms, strong winds can create waves.  Waves create spray.  If the air is below freezing, that spray becomes supercooled like freezing rain (liquid water with a temperature below freezing).  And what happens when supercooled water hits something?  It immediately turns to ice.  As in the above image, wave spray that freezes on the shore can create dazzling, otherworldly designs.  This kind of formation is called an ice foot (or ice rampart) when it remains attached to both the ground and the floating ice.

Ring-billed gulls standing on an ice floe in Dallas's White Rock Lake (2010_01_10_047886)

As our temperatures increased, the fast ice (ice that stays where it formed) began to crack, and one massive floe broke apart into a few separate floes.  The lane of open water in the above photo is called a lead, a place where floes move apart.  And that separated floe the gulls are standing on?  That’s called an ice cake.  It’s still attached to the shore where the water froze all the way to the bottom at least ten paces out (where the water freezes all the way to the bottom, it’s called anchor ice).

Ice formations on the shore of a frozen lake (2010_01_10_047904)

That photo shows an interesting detail.  There’s a gap of about six inches/15 centimeters between the frozen lake surface and the ice formations on all southern shores.  The lake didn’t freeze until it became still (hence the floe is perfectly smooth).  The gap between the two stems from the aggressive onshore waves.  Everything above the wave height froze while everything in the waves remained liquid, at least until the winds calmed.

Aquatic plants frozen in place by ice (2010_01_10_047932)

The effect became most evident on aquatic plants.  Significant ice formed atop the stems, but then the lake froze well below that ice layer.  It created a bizarre scene where plants were frozen at both ends but left bare in the middle.  It’s as if the wave spray ice floats in the air above the lake ice.

Onshore ice formations draped over shoreline plants at White Rock Lake in Dallas (2010_01_10_047926)

In places the ice looked more like hot wax poured over the earth and allowed to cool into bizarre shapes and patterns.  Where plants or other obstructions captured the spray, quickly formed ice created a barrier upon which other ice formed but beyond which the water didn’t travel.  Whole walls of ice stood between the lake and the ground beyond, in places the demarcation drawing sharp dichotomies between the cold and the barren.

Waves frozen into ice near the shore of White Rock Lake in Dallas (2010_01_10_047912)

And finally one of the more fascinating structures.  Everything facing north froze from the wave spray.  Anything that could catch water became a magnet for ice, hence plants and rocks and the ground itself developed thick coatings.  But this photo shows a perfectly formed echo of the waves themselves.  As water splashed against the barrier, it did what you’d expect it to do: it exploded into the air, curved over itself and fell back into the lake.  Only in this case it began freezing on contact.  Eventually the ice developed spires that showed how the water splashed rhythmically in the same place, each time sending a spray into the air, each time adding a bit more ice to the frozen reflection that now stands.  There’s no support for this structure save the ice itself and where it’s grounded on the rocks below.

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It’s important to note that I’ve oversimplified what’s required to freeze the surface of a lake.  Many different conditions play a part.  For example, the process of crystallization (turning liquid water into ice) actually generates heat.  In order for a lake surface to freeze, both air and water must be cold enough to overcome that seemingly counterintuitive effect.  Ground temperature, subsurface water movement, wind, pressure, humidity and many other items play a part.

As for the wildlife, all the inlets, bays and creeks are frozen.  This is especially problematic for wading birds like herons and egrets, not to mention dabbling ducks like mallards.  (Diving ducks are having fewer problems since plenty of open water exists in the middle of the lake, though the depths there prohibit dabblers from feeding normally.)  Cormorants and pelicans have curtailed their near-shore fishing and have been forced to eat and sleep in deeper water.  Smaller birds like warblers and sparrows struggle to find open water from which to drink.  Mammals that don’t hibernate likewise are having difficulty finding open water.  However, temperatures are moderating quickly and the ice is already breaking apart.  Nevertheless, as yesterday’s duck image showed, a good deal of damage has already been done.

Cold

After several days below freezing, I finally ventured out this morning.  Gloves did little to protect my hands from frigid temperatures, especially over the course of several hours, thus I walked away from the experience with a majority of bad photographs due to malfunctioning fingers that simply couldn’t work the camera with any reliability.

Nevertheless, I did walk away with some pictures—images that might surprise you considering they come from Dallas, Texas.  Like this one:

Male mallard duck (Anas platyrhynchos) frozen in ice (2010_01_10_047938)

That is a mallard duck (Anas platyrhynchos), a drake (male), frozen solid in White Rock Lake.  It goes without saying that I found many such scenes.  I promise I won’t share more of them.

The physics involved in freezing a lake are not as simple as you might think.  Truth be told, the process is complicated and takes time.  Yet today’s arctic stroll around the lake resulted in some fascinating scenes—and some heartwrenching scenes as well.

Though I promise I won’t show more of the latter, I will show the former in a separate post where I’ll discuss the physics and mathematics involved, as well as the various types of ice that can be seen under such circumstances.

Meanwhile, I’m spending the rest of the afternoon inside where it’s warm (though I’ll add the temperature today appears ready to climb comfortably above freezing, albeit not enough to melt away the damage already done and the wonders already created).  You can expect a more detailed post tomorrow on the state of the lake and how much work it is for nature to do what has been done.

Lest you think me shallow for the above image and nothing else, there are plenty of goodies to be seen and read in this week’s nature carnivals.

Carnival of the Blue #32 provides an ocean of seaworthy discoveries.  You’ll want to swim right over and float through the collection.

Berry Go Round #23: The Janus Edition roots its way through the season’s plant goodness.  Feel free to leaf through the offerings.

I and the Bird #116 wings its way through a world of avifauna.  Listen to Australian cicadas sing their summer songs as you flit from post to post.

Friday Ark #277 takes on boarders throughout the weekend.  Don’t let your chance wash away to visit a flood of animal delight.

The disagreement

I push back the hood of my coat until it falls from my head and settles around my neck.  The sun blankets my face in response.  Despite the temperature hovering just a hair below freezing, the cloak of day warms me, shrouds me in light that keeps me from noticing the cold seeking to penetrate my sun-weaved cover.

My back rests against the trunk of a pecan tree, a massive fellow who bears me no ill will for nestling against his frame as I sit and listen, watch, soak in the scene of birds and squirrels dashing about in search of breakfast.

Then from above and behind me a raucous voice yells out.  I lean left then right trying to peek around the tree.  Neither direction allows me to see who’s having a bad day, so I stand for a clearer view.

A tufted titmouse (Baeolophus bicolor) fussing from its perch (2009_12_26_047365)

A tufted titmouse (Baeolophus bicolor).  Sure I recognized the voice, but I always like to put a face with the screaming.

Spirited little critters, this species.  Small in stature yet large in spirit.  Or at least large in attitude.

Yet looking at the bird, I can’t for the life of me determine why it fusses so vehemently.  No competition near it.  No predators lurking about waiting to pounce.  In fact, the little scoundrel appears to be mad at the world, yelling accusations for all to hear.

I take a few steps back for a slightly different view, at which point the bird flits to a different branch.  Good, it’s closer than the original perch.

A tufted titmouse (Baeolophus bicolor) perched on a branch (2009_12_26_047369)

Silence.  Just a watchful eye.

Being silly yet sincere, I quietly ask, “What’s got you so flustered?”

A tufted titmouse (Baeolophus bicolor) fussing from its perch (2009_12_26_047370)

My oh my!  What a tirade!  What a trail of insults and arguments!

Only then does it occur to me that perhaps the tiny giant and I are having a moment of some kind, a disagreement in which I am a party but to which I am not privy.

So I take a few more backward steps.

A tufted titmouse (Baeolophus bicolor) clinging to the side of a tree (2009_12_26_047342)

Boom!  Right on the tree I’d been resting against, right at eye level.  And staring right at me.

Maybe a second passes as the bird sizes me up, looks me up and down, determines my threat level.

Seeing I don’t intend to attack, don’t intend to fight for rights to the tree, it turns, faces skyward, looks at the trunk and branches stretching out before it.  Somehow I feel it’s appreciating its trophy, its hard-earned prize.

A tufted titmouse (Baeolophus bicolor) clinging to the side of a tree (2009_12_26_047344)

Then it proceeds up the side of the tree, stopping here and there to investigate places where food might be hiding.

I chuckle to myself as I watch the titmouse, then I say, “All you had to do was ask.”

A look back at 2009

While I’m loath to follow the herd in most cases, like many I find the beginning of a new year to be opportunity both to look ahead and to look back.  But I do not look backward to understand the me of the present.  On the contrary, I don’t consider myself defined by what has come before.  Post hoc, ergo propter hoc (“after this, therefore because of this”) happens to be one of my pet peeves, a bit of flawed logic that many use to excuse bad behavior in the present by identifying something in the past that must be to blame.  No, I am who I am because that’s who I am, not because of my past, and it’s up to me to change anything I don’t like rather than blaming some conveniently unchangeable event in history.

Very much against the grain of most people who look back to understand why they are who they are, I look back only to see where I’ve been, what has transpired, what things I might like to change and what things I might like to repeat.  And it is in this spirit that I find I’m of the mind to look back at blogging in 2009 for a bit of photographic and compositional navel-gazing.

As I recently mentioned to Ted in the comments on his blog, I am my own worst critic, something that hits me hardest when it comes to my writing and my photography.  But 2009 was a year of growth for me.  I won’t claim I’m even half as good as many of the writers and photographers out there, but I did improve—and I improved enough to capture at least a few respectable images and to write at least a few respectable pieces.

Narrowing down twelve months to a sampling of what I think are the top pictures and top writs of the preceding year seemed daunting.  I take a lot of pictures, after all, and no one will ever accuse me of not communicating with enough words.  Do I go with what I think are the best, what garnered the most positive feedback, what demonstrated the most growth, what tallied the most views, what brought out the most character in my subject, or what fit any of a million other possible criteria?  Ultimately, I decided the best were those that stand out to me for whatever reason (and each entry below catches my attention for a different reason).

So without further ado, here’s a look back at 2009 as seen through my lens and words offered here on my blog.

My favorite photographs:

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American white pelican (Pelecanus erythrorhynchos) from On wings: One of the first images of 2009 and one of the first captured with my new dSLR.  Not one of my best images, no, but it was a major advancement for me and a major step forward with my ability to use a camera.

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Texas ocelot (Leopardus pardalis albescens) from You might never see it again: This photo could have been better had there been a clear view, had I used a better lens, had I gotten out of the car…  I can think of a million reasons that would make it technically better, but I can think of no reason why it’s not perfect the way it is.  Read the post and you’ll understand why getting lost can be the greatest gift you ever give yourself, a doorway to finding something rare and endangered and magical, and why in my mind the image stands as one of the finest wildlife encounters I’ve ever had.

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Killdeer (Charadrius vociferus) demonstrating the broken-wing display from Protecting treasure at a distance: I spent part of my summer monitoring and protecting their nest which they built in the middle of a heavily used and often mowed portion of White Rock Lake Park.  They taught me a lot in that time, and they tolerated me more than I expected.  (You can see their story in the link above as well as Protecting treasure up close and The treasure, plus a close-up of one of the parents in put on your faces – killdeer.)

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A male eastern cicada-killer wasp (Sphecius speciosus) from put on your faces – cicada-killer wasp: Several large colonies of these insects can be found within walking distance of my home, the largest of which actually surrounds my home on all sides.  In a good summer, the air is filled with many dozens of these giant wasps.  They are my favorite insect in all the world.  (The above image was taken during this photo session.)

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A feeding white-lined sphinx moth (Hyles lineata) from A ‘Dear Mom’ letter: A different species of sphinx moth has vexed my mother for some time at the family farm in East Texas: they never visit her when there’s enough light or enough time to get photographs.  When I stumbled upon this one in dim morning light, I knew I had to capture a few shots for Mom (even knowing her species was different, I thought she’d appreciate seeing one).  A female ruby-throated hummingbird (Archilochus colubris) flew in to protect her dining table and chased the moth away.  It was amazing to see how similar in size they are, not to mention how they both feed on nectar using the same hovering technique (hence these moths are often colloquially called “hummingbird moths”).

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A great blue heron (Ardea herodias) grabbing a meal in Gone fishin’: These birds are year-round residents here at White Rock Lake (along with several other heron and egret species), so seeing them requires little effort and can be done every day throughout the year.  Watching this one hunt was a joy because both it and a great egret (Ardea alba) came right into the bay while I was sitting on the shore.

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One of the three juvenile Cooper’s hawks (Accipiter cooperii) from Hawk triplets: Their parents have lived here at least as long as I have.  Being able to spend the summer watching and getting to know these three young raptors was an unequaled treat.  (You can read their story in the above link as well as Keeping my eyes on the triplets and Who remains?.)

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A giant robber fly (Promachus hinei) from put on your faces – giant robber fly: These large predators stalk the area around my patio each summer and early autumn.  They will chase anything, from birds to other insects to planes flying overhead.  What they catch is a different story—obviously—but they fascinate me with their daring, their strength, their prowess and their ability to capture and kill things much larger than themselves.

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A male American kestrel (Falco sparverius) from put on your faces – american kestrel: One of the best unplanned wildlife photos I’ve ever taken.  On a very cloudy day, I sat at the edge of a meadow watching him hunt the prairie grasses.  I never realized a small field mouse was scampering through the dense flora quite near where I sat, but suddenly this falcon dropped out of the sky and landed a few steps away.  I let the shutter fly but only came away with this one good image.  It was like a studio shot with light breaking through the clouds in front of me and a bit of sun peeking through the clouds behind me.

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A young green anole (Anolis carolinensis) from Anole art: No larger than my pinkie and lost in a jungle of brush, this lizard sat patiently soaking up sun while I grabbed a few pictures.  This species is ubiquitous here—a colony even lives on my patio—so they’re easy to find and photograph, but something about this tiny life in this photo with the colors the way they are…  Well, it enchants me.

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A female common green darner (a.k.a. green darner or dragon fly; Anax junius) from put on your faces – common green darner: I do not as yet own a macro lens.  Therefore, I have to make do with technique rather than equipment.  In this case, that worked well—using a 400mm telephoto lens!  No flash was involved (since I hate using flash).

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A male wood duck (Aix sponsa) from Some flew this path before: No doubt the most beautiful duck species on the planet.  Wood ducks are small in size and small in voice, but they make up in personality and plumage what they lack in vocals and mass.  It takes time to get close, to get them into the open, but patience and persistence can pay big rewards with these unequaled beauties.

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A Virginia opossum (a.k.a. possum; Didelphis virginiana) from put on your faces – virginia opossum: Most would never think of opossums as cute or endearing.  I’m not most people.  I adore these creatures.  Finding and following this one on a rainy evening gave me an opportunity to grab this very adorable image as it climbed a tree before looking down at its admirer (though I bet it thought of me as a stalker rather than an admirer).

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Brown thrasher (Toxostoma rufum) from put on your faces – brown thrasher: One of several year-round mimic species in Dallas, the brown thrasher can be loud or quiet, deceptive or declarative, hidden or in the open.  When this one flitted to the top of a bramble near where I stood, the trees behind it and the bit of open sky created a perfect natural frame.  I took several dozen photos from different angles as the bird watched me.

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A very foggy Dagger Point view from Scenes from Aransas: I admit the environmental conditions weren’t ideal for photography, but something about this image feels haunting, whether it’s the heron lurking at the far left or the way the world vanished not too distant from where I stood or the felled trees drawn with shadows or…  Well, there’s just something about this photo that keeps me coming back.

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A female Cooper’s hawk (Accipiter cooperii) from put on your faces – cooper’s hawk: You may call her Baket.  She’s mother to the hawk triplets mentioned earlier, she’s at least ten years old, she’s raised a brood of offspring every year in the last decade, she lives and hunts only a few steps from my front door, she lets me share her world, and she is my medicine animal, my spirit guide, my life’s totem.  There will be others when she gives up this life, but they will always be hawk.

My favorite words:

Walking out the door: when the search through the photo albums of memory dredges up more than the image we are searching for
a song of adolescent ivory: when thinking of flowers and love and loss, I channel my inner e.e. cummings
That which is to come: a celebration of the spring to come
It’s that time of year: bad photos coupled with a steamy, entertaining look at spring—as defined by mating red-shouldered hawks (Buteo lineatus)
A million fluttering wings: a celebration of butterflies
Remembering my own humanity: though compiled from writings I did in 2007, this event always helps me to know my own heart
Listen with me: what it feels like inside my head when I observe nature
Morning: nature’s daily change of shift in words
Counting the stars: how looking at the night sky made me ponder life out there and worry for the loss of life here on our own planet
And I watch: watching two hawks as they kettle
The journal is the thing: why I blog

The Kids:

And to finish off this review of 2009, I want to include The Kids.  This year’s feline focus is dedicated to Larenti who died on March 27, 2009.

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Lion’s lament: discovering habits can be like a blade against flesh after the loss of a loved one, even if that loved one was a cat
Living in the past: sitting on the couch reading turns into a travel through time
Larenti from the unseen: some old photos of him from my defunct photoblog
Pains of life revisited: after his death, something I wrote for someone else in 2005 suddenly became written for me
Remembering that which is lost: a synaptic weeping in quick memories
the ghost of you whispers: for and of Larenti