Sometimes I spy something special during my long commute to work. A morning fog was veiling the West Branch of the Columbia River so, after crossing the bridge, I swung my car into a pull-off. As I headed on foot back to the bridge to try and capture the image I’d seen in my mind’s eye, I noticed something else. Just off the path was the remnant of a fallen tree, well on its way to returning to the soil that once nourished it. The deep colors of the rotting wood were marvelous and, as it turned out, my river pictures were not.
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During our visit to Schoepfle Garden I was able to continue my pursuit of dragonfly photographs. One beauty was (I believe) a Little Blue Dragonlet (Erythrodiplax minuscula) who alighted on a leaf not far from me on that very warm Sunday. I shot several photos in a series, hoping to draw closer and refine my focus. As I watched, he slowly raised his abdomen (tail) higher into the air, pointing towards the sky. I’d seen that behavior before though I don’t think I’ve ever photographed that pose. I thought the insect was advertising for a mate. Apparently it is understood that dragonflies take their “obelisking” posture in order to reduce their exposure to the sun in very hot weather. So it seems that, while a dragonfly may look sexy, it takes hot weather and not hot mates to inspire a Little Blue Dragonlet’s obelisking.
A leisurely road trip to Schoepfle Garden Metro Park in Birmingham, Ohio was rewarding both in its journey and its destination. We enjoyed the long, relatively slow drive on state and county roads through green countryside, windows down to admit the warm late-spring air. Schoepfle Garden was its usual beautiful self — a mix of woodlands, naturalized and formal gardens — and presented us both with many gorgeous subjects for photography. It’s late now, so I’ll post only one image, through I am sure you will soon see several more from this little trip. Until then, see “Shadow Lightning” as I saw it!
Drama is all around us. When we think of drama, however, we often think of the travails of our fellow humans. Nature, perhaps, presents the fullest range of the dramatic ranging from the life and death struggles of our fellow creatures to the world-changing activities of weather. A brief stop at Hinckley Lake lent plenty of examples for me as I walked the paths this afternoon. Showing She Who Must Be Obeyed one of my favorite spots to watch Great Blue Herons, we spied one fishing. After only a couple of minutes’ observation, the bird smartly jabbed the water, pulled up a fish, and flew off to a nearby sandbar to deal with its prey. Nearing the end of our walk, the day’s very changeable sky put on a show of light and shadow in the clouds and issued a low rumble of thunder. It was a dramatic day at the lake but most people were having picnics.
Out and about yesterday we made a stop at The Greensmith Garden Center in Hinckley, Ohio. Greeting visitors to their place is a very unusual flower planter — a Volkswagen Beetle, its boot filled with earth and posies! It might be fun to drive such a vehicle around but the same use has been put to the car’s engine compartment (in the rear) — dirt and daisies. Well, not really daisies but the alliteration was too choice!
Today was a day off due to the Memorial Day holiday observance. Our little town had a solemn ceremony at a local cemetery that is home to a war memorial. We spent the morning revisiting the Bath Road heron rookery and neighboring Ira Road/Beaver Marsh nature areas in and near the Cuyahoga Valley National Park (CVNP). The rookery continued to be noisy with the chatter of the many birds occupying nests high in the trees. Once in a while a bird would leave seeking food or arrive bearing it for the burgeoning young. It’s hard to spot the birds amongst the trees but those nests that are visible harbor several large birds these days. I did manage to capture one bird feeding another — a tangle of necks and feathers — though that was even harder to see! Human families, too, dropped by to see how their avian counterparts were doing. I think in many cases the parents were more interested than their children in what the birds were up to but I was heartened to see so many people out appreciating the show.

A young Great Blue Heron quietly wades in the shallows with biting flies pestering it all the while.
The Towpath Trail, key to much of the popularity of the park, was seemingly busy as a freeway with families out riding their bicycles. Though a cyclist myself, I nearly forgot where I was and almost stepped into the path of an oncoming cyclist! Among the many visitors to these particular areas, however, were many birdwatchers. A small group of them, along with us, was surprised when a young Great Blue Heron alighted on a tree branch only about 20 feet overhead. After a quick preening, the bird glided down and landed in the shallow waters of the Ohio & Erie Canal, just south of the Ira Road Trailhead. She Who Must Be Obeyed and I quickly and quietly hiked down the trail to see what we might see. We were treated to close-up views of an apparent juvenile bird as it slowly waded in the shadows, seeking a meal. Though we were close, the heron seemed either not to care or was unaware of our presence as we took turns shooting photos from the bank of the canal. Plants and twigs blocked much of our view so when we felt we got as good photos as we could, we left the heron to its work and headed north on the trail.
We enjoyed the short walk along the canal and up to Beaver Marsh where nature-lovers were watching Tree Swallows, Wood Ducks (and ducklings), turtles, and fish. Nature watchers happily pointed out their discoveries to each other helping us, by the way, to see a Baltimore Oriole and her nest. The day was hot and humid so we sought shade and lunch around midday. It was, however, a fine day out once again and way too soon to be thinking about work!
Since the weather was predicted to be “hot, hazy, and humid,” we decided to get out and take a photo-hike in the cooler, early-morning hours. One of my favorite beautiful places in the area is the rocky gorge of Chippewa Creek as it flows through the city of Brecksville, Ohio. She Who Must Be Obeyed had never visited the riverbed so we had a first destination. We enjoyed a bagel breakfast at the Bruegger’s Bagels place near the entrance to the metropark, and hiked down into the broad space. The last six feet or so are a bit of a scramble from an earthen riverbank to the washed stone floor, easily handled however. The steep walls of the passage bear the scars of millennia of erosion, weathering, and plant action; they are dark, often damp, and in places support abundant ferns and mosses.
Trees, atop the rock walls, form a canopy over much of the area as their upper branches join overhead. With little recent rain, the creek was low and the riverbed mostly dry — perfect for exploration. At least that’s what I thought. She found a slick spot on a smooth rock and tumbled forward, skinning Her knee, nearly damaging her new camera, and threatening to spoil the experience. She recovered, however, and seemed to enjoy the rest of our visit. We found various objects and scenes to photograph — it’s a dark place which can make picture-taking difficult — but I’d brought my tripod this day! After a while, we climbed back out of the valley and enjoyed a good, long, challenging hike on designated Cleveland Metroparks trails. The peace of the place remains with me.
Vacation Day #5? Not really. I spent Friday doing things other than photography. The photo above was from my visit to the Cuyahoga Valley National Park’s Ira Road Trailhead/Beaver Marsh area. I watched as a pair of Tree Swallows (Tachycineta bicolor) made frequent commuter flights between nearby ground and areas of the surrounding wetland. I couldn’t be certain whether they were feeding young or working on their nest within the trunk of a dead tree. This was one occasion, however, when I wished I’d carried a tripod — the birds are fast and I’d have liked to catch them arriving at the nest hole or together but the narrow view of the telephoto allowed little lead time. Still, I’m very happy with this picture: the female diving from the nest hole beginning yet another flight.
I participated in the ADay.org project to photographically document daily life from around the world on one day: May 15, 2012. I guess I was over-thinking the whole thing when, the night before, my sleep was interrupted by thoughts about what I was going to do. I’d even thought about taking the day off and just shooting. Instead I went to work as usual though frustrated that I did not feel inspired. Late in the day, however, it dawned on me that I was trying too hard. I grabbed my camera and, while my machines were doing routine work, walked around the building. I got a few good shots and steadily grew more excited. Leaving work I headed toward the lakeshore, hoping to catch a large commercial vessel near the horizon. What I found was a beach and breakwall busy with (mostly) young people enjoying a very warm (79F degrees) afternoon by the water. That’s where, though I made more photos after I left, I got my favorite ADay shot of my day — the picture you see here.
Tasha and I went to visit Dr. G Wednesday morning to get a followup blood test for her thyroid condition and her annual checkup. She did excellently well in most regards. She was an agitated patient but, when screening results came in the following day, everything looked good. Dr. G told me every tested factor in her blood panel returned “normal” results including (of course) the thyroid. Tasha had gained .7 lbs. since her last visit and Dr. G thought that was so good she drew a little smiley face next to the number on the patient report! The only concern was blood pressure. Tasha’s BP was high during the thyroid episode, a result of the hyperthroidism itself. It has persisted, however, and in the absence of other causes such as kidney trouble, her hypertension is considered a geriatric condition. It may also have already damaged the retina of one of her eyes. Tasha (about 65 in “human years”) now takes human blood pressure medication! So we’re back to giving pills again {ugh!}. I’m hoping to order up tiny tablets from a compounding pharmacy as the worst part of preparing the once-a-day dose of Amlodipine Besylate is cutting an already small tablet into quarters — they always seem to crush or break. We go back to see Dr. G for a followup BP measurement in two weeks though I may see if I can borrow a blood pressure cuff … the “white coat” syndrome may be a considerable factor in driving Tasha’s pressure high.













