Countdown to fall.
I had a million things I wanted to do today. I did three. The walk was one of them. Not much happening but there were definite signs that summer is fading fast and I'm happy for that. Under 80ยบ for the day.
The same species dragonfly as yesterday in different light, Family: Darners-Aeshnidae. Still looking for the specifics.
Also yesterday I mentioned the last flower on the Apache plume bush and that there are plenty of plumes. Here's a few. They too are changing color by fading toward white. Usually they're more pinkish.
6:09 PM. The sundial was a little slow.
Well off in the distance you can see some formidable clouds. This was true all along the hillsides and mountains outside the border of this valley. Someone was getting some weather. Hopefully we get some soon ourselves. 2012 from October 11th to the 12th we got .61" of rain and that early precipitation was all it took to kick start a bunch of wildflower seed I scattered. 2.5 lb. of seed arrived here in the mail yesterday.
Saturday, September 21, 2013
Friday, September 20, 2013
Today's walk report: 092013
HAWS.
This morning I had another fabulous adventure at the Stanley Mosk Courthouse on Hill St., aka, Los Angeles Superior Court. They need to call it Stanley Mosk Courthouse on Hill St. because someone in their infinite wisdom decided Stanley Mosk was so significant that they also created a Stanley Mosk Courthouse on Grand Ave. It's really the same building, just two different ways to get in. The name thing is a device to confuse postal carriers and probably fuck things up on other levels for a place that's already pretty fucked up. It seemed real apparent on my first visit, for example, that jurors frequently didn't know which entrance they needed to use to do their civic duty.
Stanley Mosk was an Associate Justice of the California Supreme Court for 37 years (1964–2001), and holds the record for the longest-serving justice on that court. Before sitting on the Supreme Court, he served as Attorney General of California and as a trial court judge, among other governmental positions. Mosk was the last Justice of the California Supreme Court to have served in non-judicial elected office prior to his appointment to the bench. I have no idea if he was a good person or not.
Haws is a company that makes drinking fountains, among other things I suppose. It's also the name of the attorney my mother had when she (we) went to court in a lawsuit claiming damages for a tragic auto accident which took the life of my dad and two other men in 1961. The first time I visited the court over my current probate case back in July I noticed the drinking fountains were still made by Haws. Back in the 1960s because of the association I just mentioned my sister and I took a drink from about every Haws drinking fountain we saw at the courthouse. Perhaps we thought it would bring good luck. I don't believe it did. It did however make me rather sick to my stomach. To this day I walk into this courthouse and again I feel sick to my stomach, although I wouldn't consider drinking from one of the faucets. My nausea is for very different reasons now. Imagine that.
On to the walk...
This morning I had another fabulous adventure at the Stanley Mosk Courthouse on Hill St., aka, Los Angeles Superior Court. They need to call it Stanley Mosk Courthouse on Hill St. because someone in their infinite wisdom decided Stanley Mosk was so significant that they also created a Stanley Mosk Courthouse on Grand Ave. It's really the same building, just two different ways to get in. The name thing is a device to confuse postal carriers and probably fuck things up on other levels for a place that's already pretty fucked up. It seemed real apparent on my first visit, for example, that jurors frequently didn't know which entrance they needed to use to do their civic duty.
Stanley Mosk was an Associate Justice of the California Supreme Court for 37 years (1964–2001), and holds the record for the longest-serving justice on that court. Before sitting on the Supreme Court, he served as Attorney General of California and as a trial court judge, among other governmental positions. Mosk was the last Justice of the California Supreme Court to have served in non-judicial elected office prior to his appointment to the bench. I have no idea if he was a good person or not.
Haws is a company that makes drinking fountains, among other things I suppose. It's also the name of the attorney my mother had when she (we) went to court in a lawsuit claiming damages for a tragic auto accident which took the life of my dad and two other men in 1961. The first time I visited the court over my current probate case back in July I noticed the drinking fountains were still made by Haws. Back in the 1960s because of the association I just mentioned my sister and I took a drink from about every Haws drinking fountain we saw at the courthouse. Perhaps we thought it would bring good luck. I don't believe it did. It did however make me rather sick to my stomach. To this day I walk into this courthouse and again I feel sick to my stomach, although I wouldn't consider drinking from one of the faucets. My nausea is for very different reasons now. Imagine that.
On to the walk...
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| Last of the Apache Plume flowers, lots of plumes are left. |
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| California Towhee (Melozone crissalis) |
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| Cactus flower, no ID. |
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| Partial ID. Family: Darners-Aeshnidae. From some posturing I believe this is a female. |
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| Sunset. Freaky sky. I don't think there were fires. This is low clouds and fog. |
Thursday, September 19, 2013
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Today's walk report: 091813
Walking in the Finnish countryside.
Tolonen!
When I was in High School there was a record store across the street from the school that I spent a lot of time in. I think it was 11th grade that I discovered "import" albums. I was introduced to many obscure artists from the "other side of the pond" by hunches I would make as to musical content strictly from reading the jackets of import albums. I didn't have a clue who these people were. One great find was a Finnish guitarist named Jukka Tolonen and this album...
I just looked at the guy... I mean look at the guy! Hair in his face, 1971, playing a Gibson ES-335--I had to buy this album. He, in fact, based on that cover shot alone looked a little like me at the time. At least hiding my face in my long blond hair was the same. Besides, it was 1973, I was heavily moving into jazz-rock and there were obvious indications from the back cover that this album was going to fall in line with my developing taste in music. There are some tonal things today that I find a little quirky but for the most part I still really like this album. On vinyl I believe I own every album he released as solo projects, with his band Tasavallan Presidentti, and also his band, Jukka Tolonen Band. I remember taking Tolonen! to several friend's houses and "turning them on" to JT. One of those friends in fact reminded me of this once again, 40 years later, just the other day and it was the reason for my having Tolonen! on my iPod for today's walk. A delightful walk by the way.
And if you still don't get the opening line about walking in the Finnish countryside, here's a song called Mountains from Tolonen! I took a journey away from where I was walking when this song played and like Sibelius with Finlanda, Jukka took me to his homeland.
Tolonen!
When I was in High School there was a record store across the street from the school that I spent a lot of time in. I think it was 11th grade that I discovered "import" albums. I was introduced to many obscure artists from the "other side of the pond" by hunches I would make as to musical content strictly from reading the jackets of import albums. I didn't have a clue who these people were. One great find was a Finnish guitarist named Jukka Tolonen and this album...
Right away I knew the name Tolonen was Finnish due to my mother's sense of Nationalism for Finland--she only spoke Finnish when she started school in New York in the 1920s. Some of this was mentioned here on my dearly departed mother's birthday.
I just looked at the guy... I mean look at the guy! Hair in his face, 1971, playing a Gibson ES-335--I had to buy this album. He, in fact, based on that cover shot alone looked a little like me at the time. At least hiding my face in my long blond hair was the same. Besides, it was 1973, I was heavily moving into jazz-rock and there were obvious indications from the back cover that this album was going to fall in line with my developing taste in music. There are some tonal things today that I find a little quirky but for the most part I still really like this album. On vinyl I believe I own every album he released as solo projects, with his band Tasavallan Presidentti, and also his band, Jukka Tolonen Band. I remember taking Tolonen! to several friend's houses and "turning them on" to JT. One of those friends in fact reminded me of this once again, 40 years later, just the other day and it was the reason for my having Tolonen! on my iPod for today's walk. A delightful walk by the way.
Did you see the video of Lucy T. Cat yesterday of her chasing a laser to the band Sylvan's song Presets back in February 2007? Well here's Lucy again from June 2007 playing with what was her favorite toy--a twisty-tie--in my green chair to the song Mountain Stream from the 1978 Jukka Tolonen album of the same name.
And if you still don't get the opening line about walking in the Finnish countryside, here's a song called Mountains from Tolonen! I took a journey away from where I was walking when this song played and like Sibelius with Finlanda, Jukka took me to his homeland.
and here's Finland...
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Today's walk report: 091713
Presets.
This was my introduction to the German progressive rock band, Sylvan, in February, 2007. Sylvan morphed over several years under different names, styles and band members, finally settling into the basic incarnation they are today in 1997. The smart move was getting a singer who could sing in English. Although sometimes his accent obscures lyrics for me but then who in rock music hasn't? I also suspect the lyrics may originate in German and then are translated.
Lucy the Cat is about 10 months old here. The song Presets from the album of the same name was playing on a progressive rock oriented Internet radio station via iTunes and I wasn't really paying much attention to it. I was playing with my cat. It was only later when I was in "post" trying to vignette out some of the mess in my apartment that I went... wait a minute, who is this band?!? I'm going to guess it was about 4 months before I ran across them again and had an ah-ha! moment.
My musical experience growing up navigated nicely into progressive rock, jazz rock, jazz fusion genres. This taking form in the early 70's. If you don't know anything about this type of music and you feel like it, click the links and you're well on your way. For me it was a natural progression from a taste for neo-classical and serial music and the dynamics of rock music. Pure and simple.
Over the last 5 walks I've heard Presets 3 times now. They're a pretty obscure band especially in the U.S. so I felt like doing my share to try and promote the music.
Something rock...
Something pretty... This is part of a "rock opera" called Posthumous Silence and it goes into the next song, just not here, so excuse the abrupt ending.
Thanks!
This was my introduction to the German progressive rock band, Sylvan, in February, 2007. Sylvan morphed over several years under different names, styles and band members, finally settling into the basic incarnation they are today in 1997. The smart move was getting a singer who could sing in English. Although sometimes his accent obscures lyrics for me but then who in rock music hasn't? I also suspect the lyrics may originate in German and then are translated.
Lucy the Cat is about 10 months old here. The song Presets from the album of the same name was playing on a progressive rock oriented Internet radio station via iTunes and I wasn't really paying much attention to it. I was playing with my cat. It was only later when I was in "post" trying to vignette out some of the mess in my apartment that I went... wait a minute, who is this band?!? I'm going to guess it was about 4 months before I ran across them again and had an ah-ha! moment.
My musical experience growing up navigated nicely into progressive rock, jazz rock, jazz fusion genres. This taking form in the early 70's. If you don't know anything about this type of music and you feel like it, click the links and you're well on your way. For me it was a natural progression from a taste for neo-classical and serial music and the dynamics of rock music. Pure and simple.
Over the last 5 walks I've heard Presets 3 times now. They're a pretty obscure band especially in the U.S. so I felt like doing my share to try and promote the music.
Something rock...
Something pretty... This is part of a "rock opera" called Posthumous Silence and it goes into the next song, just not here, so excuse the abrupt ending.
Thanks!
Monday, September 16, 2013
Today's walk report: 091613
When I was a kid, like most kids, I never wanted summer to end. Now I can't wait... A long walk on a hot summer's night... smoked salmon, cheddar cheese and chocolate syrup.
This is a song about love lost and summer slipping away...
Porcupine Tree
In Absentia (2002)
Trains
This is a song about love lost and summer slipping away...
Porcupine Tree
In Absentia (2002)
Trains
Train set and match spied under the blind
Shiny and contoured the railway winds
And I've heard the sound from my cousin's bed
The hiss of the train at the railway head
Always the summers are slipping away
A 60 ton angel falls to the earth
A pile of old metal, a radiant blur
Scars in the country, the summer and her
Always the summers are slipping away
Find me a way for making it stay
When I hear the engine pass
I'm kissing you wide
The hissing subsides
I'm in luck
When the evening reaches here
You're tying me up
I'm dying of love
It's OK
When I hear the engine pass
I'm kissing you wide
The hissing subsides
I'm in luck
When the evening reaches here
You're tying me up
I'm dying of love
It's OK
Always the summers are slipping away
Find me a way for making it stay
Always the summers are slipping away
Always the summers are slipping away
Shiny and contoured the railway winds
And I've heard the sound from my cousin's bed
The hiss of the train at the railway head
Always the summers are slipping away
A 60 ton angel falls to the earth
A pile of old metal, a radiant blur
Scars in the country, the summer and her
Always the summers are slipping away
Find me a way for making it stay
When I hear the engine pass
I'm kissing you wide
The hissing subsides
I'm in luck
When the evening reaches here
You're tying me up
I'm dying of love
It's OK
When I hear the engine pass
I'm kissing you wide
The hissing subsides
I'm in luck
When the evening reaches here
You're tying me up
I'm dying of love
It's OK
Always the summers are slipping away
Find me a way for making it stay
Always the summers are slipping away
Always the summers are slipping away
Sunday, September 15, 2013
Today's walk report: 091513
"Like a whirlpool it never ends"
I was going to mention something about me bitching about the hot weather and I still will. First however I'll mention an incident this morning because something similar happened on March 26, 2012 and if I write it down I have a reference. Oddly enough that last incident was within 50 meters of this one. All of a sudden my left leg swung over to the right, crossing my right leg and causing me to stumble a little and shift off the sidewalk by close to 1 meter. I also felt a little disoriented and immediately was in self-check--arms over head, reciting "she sells sea shells..." Shit like that. It was very brief but I considered turning around and going home. I was less than 500 meters from the garden and figured if I needed to I'd sit down and take inventory there. I also got myself a Gatorade from a vending machine. I seemed fine. This goes back some years. In 2008 I had what I felt was a serious incident with vertigo. It wasn't the 1st time either but it was the most drastic. It resulted in a "sudden loss of hearing" which can better be described as a sudden gain of auditory disturbance. I heard strange noises, almost like frogs croaking from far away, echoing sounds, sounds that seemed like wind rushing through tress--despite it all being in my head. That, after some treatment but most likely past a recovery period, evened out to my hearing testing within a "normal range" despite my having persistent tinnitus ever since. Part of my joy in listening to music on my walks is having the music cancel out the tinnitus. Several years ago I read about a study for treating tinnitus with frequencies that would effectively cancel out the frequencies created by the tinnitus, this makes perfect sense to me. The 1st study I read came out of research in Germany, discussed in this article from the NY Times in 2010, Suppressing Tinnitus With Music Therapy. Another article regarding research out of UC Irvine using low frequencies to filter out high-pitched tinnitus was published here in Science Daily.
Again, an AM walk to try and beat what I really hope is our last heat wave of the summer but probably isn't. Which brings me back to bitching about the heat. I didn't used to do this. For whatever reasons I just can't tolerate high temps like I used to be able to and this house simply does not cool down easily once it gets hot. Last night, for example, this room was 86ยบ without a/c on when it was only 79ยบ outside. Yes, I turned the a/c back on. The other thing, quite recently, is my skin feels sunburn hot even in just mid-80ยบ temps. However, it's cool to the touch. I've Googled the crap out of this and I just think I've become much more sensitive to the heat. I've also been trying to be more than prudent over the use of a/c because of the cost.
Out the door: 7:55 A.M., 72ยบ
Yesterday I mentioned trying to get some "in flight" shots of the Blue Dasher (Pachydiplax longipennis) mating ritual, coupling included. I saw no coupling today but a lot of activity, most of which appeared to be multiple males vying for the attention of single females. Part of it was the quiet relative today. Even though there were some classes or orientations going on the students stayed near classrooms and away from me... and my little friends. The other part was the sheer amount of activity near the water. Some shots had enough cooperation from the dragonflies for auto focus to happen, others were manually focused.
Meanwhile, this praying mantis (Sphodromantis viridis) could not care less about the mating rituals of the blue dashers. This lovely lady was 2.4 meters inside the pond so that was as close as I could get. I usually try to focus on an insects eyes for single shot images (as opposed to shooting a focus stack). I had a hard time doing that with this mantis.
For comparison, here's a 10 image focus stack of a mantis in my front yard 5 days ago. This was shot from 30 cm. Again, Sphodromantis viridis, female.
Looking up into this tree to see if it landed in there somewhere reminded me a little of my earlier "spell."
There was one more, almost home, camera data reads 291 meters. It was up there. The sudden influx of red-tailed hawks got me doing a little research this afternoon on their migratory habits. Their appearance, the recent seagull sightings and also the Anna's hummingbirds all seem to be indicators of the season change around the corner. Hopefully. Fall in Southern California is not like most places in the Northern Hemisphere, it's often like a quickly revolving door into winter. We don't see a change of seasons. We feel hot and then we're not hot.
I don't know where our hawks went during the summer but here is a nutshell summery of what I learned today...
'Tells me a lot of nothing.
291 meters up there and I have about the same distance to my front door, arriving home 10:10 A.M., 84ยบ. Other than the weirdness it was a really nice walk.
Thanks for joining me on my walk today.
I was going to mention something about me bitching about the hot weather and I still will. First however I'll mention an incident this morning because something similar happened on March 26, 2012 and if I write it down I have a reference. Oddly enough that last incident was within 50 meters of this one. All of a sudden my left leg swung over to the right, crossing my right leg and causing me to stumble a little and shift off the sidewalk by close to 1 meter. I also felt a little disoriented and immediately was in self-check--arms over head, reciting "she sells sea shells..." Shit like that. It was very brief but I considered turning around and going home. I was less than 500 meters from the garden and figured if I needed to I'd sit down and take inventory there. I also got myself a Gatorade from a vending machine. I seemed fine. This goes back some years. In 2008 I had what I felt was a serious incident with vertigo. It wasn't the 1st time either but it was the most drastic. It resulted in a "sudden loss of hearing" which can better be described as a sudden gain of auditory disturbance. I heard strange noises, almost like frogs croaking from far away, echoing sounds, sounds that seemed like wind rushing through tress--despite it all being in my head. That, after some treatment but most likely past a recovery period, evened out to my hearing testing within a "normal range" despite my having persistent tinnitus ever since. Part of my joy in listening to music on my walks is having the music cancel out the tinnitus. Several years ago I read about a study for treating tinnitus with frequencies that would effectively cancel out the frequencies created by the tinnitus, this makes perfect sense to me. The 1st study I read came out of research in Germany, discussed in this article from the NY Times in 2010, Suppressing Tinnitus With Music Therapy. Another article regarding research out of UC Irvine using low frequencies to filter out high-pitched tinnitus was published here in Science Daily.
Again, an AM walk to try and beat what I really hope is our last heat wave of the summer but probably isn't. Which brings me back to bitching about the heat. I didn't used to do this. For whatever reasons I just can't tolerate high temps like I used to be able to and this house simply does not cool down easily once it gets hot. Last night, for example, this room was 86ยบ without a/c on when it was only 79ยบ outside. Yes, I turned the a/c back on. The other thing, quite recently, is my skin feels sunburn hot even in just mid-80ยบ temps. However, it's cool to the touch. I've Googled the crap out of this and I just think I've become much more sensitive to the heat. I've also been trying to be more than prudent over the use of a/c because of the cost.
Out the door: 7:55 A.M., 72ยบ
Yesterday I mentioned trying to get some "in flight" shots of the Blue Dasher (Pachydiplax longipennis) mating ritual, coupling included. I saw no coupling today but a lot of activity, most of which appeared to be multiple males vying for the attention of single females. Part of it was the quiet relative today. Even though there were some classes or orientations going on the students stayed near classrooms and away from me... and my little friends. The other part was the sheer amount of activity near the water. Some shots had enough cooperation from the dragonflies for auto focus to happen, others were manually focused.
Meanwhile, this praying mantis (Sphodromantis viridis) could not care less about the mating rituals of the blue dashers. This lovely lady was 2.4 meters inside the pond so that was as close as I could get. I usually try to focus on an insects eyes for single shot images (as opposed to shooting a focus stack). I had a hard time doing that with this mantis.
For comparison, here's a 10 image focus stack of a mantis in my front yard 5 days ago. This was shot from 30 cm. Again, Sphodromantis viridis, female.
Back to the garden... This is the most interesting looking grass skipper butterfly I've seen this summer. Unfortunately I didn't get the shot I wanted with its wings fully open.
This Cabbage White (Pieris rapae) appears to have seen better days but here it is on a mustard plant doing its thing.
Three image panorama of a red-tailed hawk in flight, spooked from a nearby tree by your's truly. Of all the critters I come across on my walks birds of prey remain in a highly regarded class by themselves.
Looking up into this tree to see if it landed in there somewhere reminded me a little of my earlier "spell."
There was one more, almost home, camera data reads 291 meters. It was up there. The sudden influx of red-tailed hawks got me doing a little research this afternoon on their migratory habits. Their appearance, the recent seagull sightings and also the Anna's hummingbirds all seem to be indicators of the season change around the corner. Hopefully. Fall in Southern California is not like most places in the Northern Hemisphere, it's often like a quickly revolving door into winter. We don't see a change of seasons. We feel hot and then we're not hot.
I don't know where our hawks went during the summer but here is a nutshell summery of what I learned today...
The migratory pattern of red-tailed hawks is complex and varies annually with the weather. Most birds breeding in northern regions migrate southward, remaining there for 3-5 months. However, even in harsh winters some northern birds remain near their breeding territories year-round. Similarly, many mid-latitude (45-50 degrees N) breeding birds remain within or near the breeding range throughout the winter (Preston and Beane 1993), and even northward movements are not uncommon (Brinker and Erdman 1985). Approximately 95% of fall migratory movements at western interior sites occur between 23 August and 2 November (Preston and Beane 1993). Because it is not usually possible to determine the sex of migrant red-tailed hawks, it is not known whether the timing of migration consistently differs between males and females (Preston 2000). However, juveniles generally migrate earlier than adults (Haugh 1972; Geller and Temple 1983).Ref: EXPLORING RED-TAILED HAWK MIGRATION USING STABLE ISOTOPE ANALYSIS AND DNA SEXING TECHNIQUES, by Kara Clare Donohue.
'Tells me a lot of nothing.
291 meters up there and I have about the same distance to my front door, arriving home 10:10 A.M., 84ยบ. Other than the weirdness it was a really nice walk.
Thanks for joining me on my walk today.
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