Happy Father’s Day!

To all fathers and those who have assumed the role: uncles, aunts, grandparents, siblings, friends and others, today we salute you for the monumental task you have undertaken. Remember to lead with love.

Hugs,
M&M

Father and Son
(look closely)

Suffused

Hi Folks:

More than halfway through October and we have yet to do a Photo of the Month post for September… oh, well. A part of the reason for that is because we’re currently on vacation in northern BC. We’ll have more to share about our adventures as we go along, but just to give you an example, yesterday we took a walk along the Butze Rapids Recreational Trail outside of Prince Rupert. It’s a 5½ km trail, and most people would likely complete the loop in 1½-2 hours, but being photographers we managed it in just shy of 5 hours. As we walked along, racing the snails as we went, we were endlessly captivated by what we saw and captured with our cameras. However, as often happens for us, the longer we were there the more the forest seeped into us, suffusing itself into our Being and making us a part…

Tree House

Tree House (photo by Marcia)

Suffused

I have been suffused.

 

It began with the rain, rounding off my hard edges, wicking away doubts and fears and forming a fertile ground.

For the roots that began to seek the cracks, crevices and hidden places, gradually separating my bones and joints…

And planting a tree in my heart; a great cedar that outraced the wind to the sky then settled, staid…

An elder, passing wisdom to the young and listening to the travel songs of the birds, gathered over millenia…

Then leaning, tired, finally coming to rest and drawing a blanket of earth over my skin to sleep…

Only to be awakened by the calls of the young, nursing themselves with the tenderness of accumulated time…

 

Complete once more.

Nurse Log, Butze Rapids Trail, Prince Rupert, BC

Nurse Log

Hugs,
M&M

Photo of the Month – Cathedral Grove

Hi Folks:

March has been a busy month for us, but we did take one day toward the end of the month and head ‘up island’ to Cathedral Grove.  A part of MacMillan Provincial Park, Cathedral Grove has been ‘gentrified’ to provide easy access to a stand of several-hudred-year-old Douglas fir and cedar trees.  Unfortunately many of the trees are suffering from root rot/fungal infection, and a heavy wind can bring down a rain of branches.  Fortunately for us, on the day we were there we had sunshine (it only rained while we were driving), little wind, and not many other people.  I made over 400 images that day, almost all of them for HDR/panoramic images, and collapsed that number down into less than fifty composites.  I’ve joined them all up but have yet to push them around in Lightroom.  I do have a couple, however, and thought I’d share them here.  Both are 3-shot bracketed exposures (HDR, at +1/0/-1) and converted to B&W in Lightroom.

The Sentinel

The Sentinel

Ancient Watchers

Ancient Watchers

Okay, that’s it.  Now go out and make some photographs!

Hugs,
M&M

P.S. You can find more of our posts on photography and Lightroom tutorials here, and you can find links to over 200 other sites that have Lightroom tips, tutorials and videos here.

The Man Who Made a Forest

Hi Folks:

Sometimes you come across a story that leaves you (almost) speechless.  I am a writer, after all.  Although this story appeared in the April 1, 2012 edition of ‘The Indian Times‘, it’s no April Fool’s joke.  One man, two hands, two feet and thirty years created a 550 ha (~1360 acre) forest in rural India.  By himself.  Jadav ‘Molai’ Payeng began by planting bamboo when he was 16, then when that had grown he began planting, watering and pruning tree seedlings.  He brought in red ants from his village to help the soil.  Nature built the rest.  The full story is in the Indian Times article.

I salute him.

He’s not alone in his work, though. Wangari Maathai began the ‘Green Belt Movement‘ in Kenya, and it’s now become an international organization.  Although Ms. Maathai is no longer with us, the GBM continues its goal of planting one billion trees internationally.  In Indonesia, Willie Smits and the Masarang Foundation are helping local communities, wildlife and the rainforest, and the people of Vakan’Ala (‘Pearls of the Forest) are doing similar work in Madagascar.  Amazing.

Hugs,
Mike.

P.S. You can read Jean Giono’s fictional story, ‘The Man Who Planted Trees‘ and a similar one, ‘Where the Sun Spilled Gold‘, by following the links.

He Says, She Says…

Hi Folks:

In Elizabeth Gilbert’s (wonderful) book, ‘Eat Pray Love‘ she has a conversation with her friend Giulio about why Rome is a beautiful city, but it’s not ‘her’ city.  Giulio says that each city and each person has a word to describe them, and if your word and the city’s word don’t match, you’ll never be comfortable there.  It’s easier to type out the conversation than to try to explain it, so we’re including that section here (pp. 102-104): Continue Reading →

He Says, She Says…

We have been thoroughly enjoying the process and unfolding of this blog site these past two months of 2009.  And so, with great excitement, we are looking forward to the growth, the potential and the inspirational development of ourselves (both individually and as a couple) as well as that of our blog site through 2010. It will be fun to have you journey along with us!

With that in mind, we thought we’d share our thoughts on the ‘New Year

Follow these links to read what He Says/She Says: Marcia’s View / Mike’s View

Telling Tales

Hi Folks:

I haven’t told any stories on this blog for a while, and if I let them build up too long, well, it might not be pretty.  Actually, that reminds me of a technician I had working for me once.  Great technician, but every once in a while she’d just burst out giggling.  I asked her about it and she replied, “I don’t know.. they just build up!”  I’m the same way, except instead of giggling I start babbling.  Like now for instance.

Okay, on with show.  I’ve had the privilege of working over more than half of Canada (so far), and I’ve been involved with some really interesting projects and some wonderful people.  Sometime late in the last millenium I had two separate opportunities to work with black bears.  I’ve accumulated a number of bear stories that I carry around with me, and I thought I’d take a moment or two to share one of them.  In the first bear project on which I worked there were three main aspects to the work.  One aspect was to create a map of the habitat of the area, and another was to create a map of bear movements by using radio collars on certain bears.  In this way we could overlay the bears’ movements onto the map that we’d created so that we could try to interpret where the bears were going at different times of the year, and possibly why.  The third aspect of the work was the most ‘adventurous’, and that was dealing with the bears themselves.  In a nutshell we set out traps for the bears, and when a bear stepped into our trap s/he was anaesthetized, weighed, measured, and samples were taken to determine both the age and the health of the animal.  Yes this was potentially dangerous work, especially on occasions when we had a cub in the trap and his or her mother was less that 10 or 12 yards away and watching intently.  I must say up front that every precaution was taken to respect the health and integrity of both the bears and the staff, and every step was taken to minimize the stress caused by our interactions.  We did have some bears that seemed to find their way into our traps regularly, and there was some suspicion that maybe they liked the drugs…  Yes, that’s a joke, and no, the anaesthetics are neither narcotic nor addictive (just in case that one swept past you).

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Plastic Salmon

Hi Folks:

I wandered off to the grocery store today, and as is my wont, decided to take a shortcut. Now to me, a shortcut is something that takes a fifteen minute walk and turns it into two hours or so. Sometimes longer. Fortunately Marcia is a very wise and patient woman; she knows this about me and loves me anyway.  I can still use “I’m new to the area and got lost” as my backup excuse, but that’s not usually necessary.  Never works anyway… mostly because I never get lost.  As Tom Brown, Jr. says, “You’re only lost if you’ve got a place to go and a time to be there.  Otherwise you’re just wherever you are.”  And so off I go.

Most human-created trails are anywhere from 1 to 4 metres wide, and to me that’s not a trail, that’s a superhighway.  When I see a sign that says ‘Please stay on the trail’, I figure deer trails, rabbit trails, and sometimes even mouse tracks qualify.  It’s a dance that the woods and I have.  The trees are always glad to see me, although they do sometimes get over playful.  Can’t count the number of times Marcia has pulled cedar fronds from my hair.  Then there are the hat-eating trees, but that’s another story.  Anyway, I digress.

I was wandering along this trail I found near Colquitz Creek, and looking for the eagles I was told had moved into the area, but it was getting late in the day and the eagles either haven’t yet arrived or had moved off for the day.  When I got down to the creek the first thing I noticed were the bits of plastic bag stuck in the branches:

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This image was shot at a really high ISO and certainly isn’t going to win any awards, but you get the idea.  As I got closer I noticed what appeared to be a bag in the stream itself, stuck to a branch:

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Again, the file quality isn’t so high…  I stood there shaking my head for a moment, watching the stream tugging at the bag, but as I watched it I also noticed it was moving too rhythmically, as though the bag was too hydrodynamic.  That’s when I realized it wasn’t a shopping bag after all, but the underside of a salmon carcass, caught by the gill flap.  You can’t see it very well from the image, but I’m a biologist type person so you can take my word for it.  No, I’m  not going to go on about the huge amounts of plastic floating around the waterways of the world.  There are many, many other sites that describe this issue, and so I’ll leave it to them.  What I want to talk about is the salmon forest.

It’s something that scientists have only figured out in recent years, but it’s a fascinating cycle in itself.  Pacific salmon, as most people know, are anadromous.  Maybe you haven’t heard that word before, but my grandmother said it’s important to learn one new word every day, so there you go.  You can compare it to catadromous if you like, or you can hold that one until tomorrow!  Basically, anadromous fish are those that are born in fresh water, but then move out to the ocean to live their lives.  In the case of the Pacific salmon, they navigate the ocean currents for four to seven years or so before returning to their home streams to spawn and die.  Not all of them make it to the spawning grounds, but they all die just the same.  Some of them are eaten by bears, wolves, eagles, ravens and gulls, some of the leftovers provide food for mice and shrews, and as the salmon decompose they become hatching places for flies, for fungi and many other species.  And as their bodies return to the earth, they provide nutrients to the forest around them.  Carbon, nitrogen and other compounds from the salmon are taken up by roots and become bound up in the fibres of the trees and other plants.  As they grow, these plants help to regulate the water cycle of the streams, provide shade to keep the waters cool and so on.  It’s an amazing cycle of life and death.  Humans are part of that cycle too, both in the salmon that we take for food (whether personally or commercially), but moreso in how we care for the streams, the rivers and the oceans that the salmon call home.  It’s our home too, after all.  BTW, if you’re not that intrigued by scientific research papers, you might want to have your kids read to you from ‘Salmon Forest‘ by Dr. David Suzuki and Sarah Ellis.  Highly recommended, and don’t be surprised if your kids know more than you do.  Children are like that.

So, I struck out with the eagles today, but I found lots to see just the same.  I’m still learning my way around here, both in this city and in this part of the coastal rainforest.  So many new plants and animals for me to learn.  I won’t try listing all of the plants; aside from a few canines the only other mammal I saw was a single gray squirrel (have you ever tried singing to red squirrels?  Do it right and they’ll actually get quiet and close their eyes for a moment – then they catch themselves at it and get all upset!)  Birds there were aplenty though.  I saw several flocks of Black-capped Chickadees, and a couple of squadrons of Golden-crowned Kinglets.  Their little voices are so quiet!  I came across two Rufous-sided Towhees, a bird I’d never seen before except in photographs.  Their call reminds me of the Gray Catbird from out east, although I’m sure they’d disagree.  As I was walking along I saw two groups of trumpeter swans going north, about 16 or 17 in total, and about 40 Double-crested Cormorants going south.  Either they dislike each other’s company or each group thought they knew something the other didn’t.

By the time I was heading back it was full dark and the Grandmother was hanging bright and beautiful in the sky again.

Grandmother Moon

Grandmother Moon

There was a wonderful halo around her that got me thinking about a story from the People about a time when the moon was kept in a box in the lodge of a man and his daughter and how raven managed to steal it and put it back in the sky.  I made a fractal once that reminded me of that story…

Raven Steals the Moon

(click on the image for a slightly larger version)

The moon will be full for another day or so… if you get a chance, go out and say hello to her!  I know she’ll appreciate it.

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Love, Mike.