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Fog Bank, Pigeon Point Lighthouse

 

Skate boarders, hipsters, panhandlers, buskers, high end shoppers, protesters, lots of women in yoga pants. Firemen in full regalia, boots to helmets, jangling heavy gear-festooned coats, clomp past awkwardly. Knights errant in full armor. A false alarm – no fires, or earthquakes, today.

Chilly in June in the shade, then hot in relentless sunshine under brittle blue skies. Always, always blue skies. The young man in the long green tie-died sarong next to me says his name is “Nature.” This the view from a coffee shop in Santa Cruz on a Thursday afternoon.

Took an all night sleeper car on the train from Portland, after a week spent there. Drove down US 1 from Oakland a week ago. The photo above from the drive.

Some boating scattered throughout, of very different sorts, and hiking. Quite a West Coast odyssey.

Still traveling. More later.

 

Snowy Field

Mr. Matthew’s Field 

 

Work shut down early today. Maybe a foot of snow to fall by morning. Not a big deal in places used to it, but that much snow pretty unusual in this area, even here next to the mountains.

Temperatures expected to drop to -7°F Thursday night.

Glad we have firewood.

 

“Their school bus is an old station wagon.” ~ Life on Isle au Haut, a Maine Island Community

the harbor at Isle au Haut, Maine

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Spiders on Gossamer Sails

direct youtube link 

 

A couple of weeks ago, tired after a day of raking leaves, T and I collapsed in some chairs  in the back yard. The warm sun felt good, and I laid back and stared up into the big bell of a clear blue autumn sky.

Small insects were backlit by the sun, glowing brightly. Milkweed and ragweed seeds drifting on the breeze caught the light, too. Then I noticed a long bright silver streamer, and another, and another. Looking more closely, and shading my eyes with a hand, I saw the air was thick with them, blowing by on the wind high above the trees:

Little yearling spiders were taking flight on this clear windy day. Crawling to some high point, as high as they could get, they were spinning out long threads of gossamer silk like spinnakers, and setting sail for parts unknown.

There were thousands. It was amazing how high they were, too. You may not be able to see it in the video – Youtube degrades detail horribly, and photography is really bad at conveying distance – but if you watch it in HD you might be able to see that they completely fill the air column, some easily a thousand feet up.

It’s a behavior known as ballooning or kiting. Some of the hapless argonauts catch on tree branches or power lines after only a short flight, or drop to the ground not far from where they started. But others travel amazing distances. Human sailors have found these arachnid sailors catching in their rigging a thousand miles from land. They’ve been sucked into the analyzing equipment of weather balloons 16,000 feet in the air. They can even get caught in the jet stream and, surviving up to 25 days without food, travel profound distances, colonizing mountaintops and islands far out at sea, even distant continents.

Pretty amazing little buggers.

 

 

 

November ~ Dog Walking

 

 

Took the little old man for a walk in the woods, just ahead of the rain, and the dark.

There’s a little stream below the dam.

It sprinkled on the turn back, wetting the rocks and lichens.

Makes the colors stand out.

 

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