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with this I'll take a forced vacation from flickr, because the bad ankle sprain, so I'm almost 20 days in bed, has made impossible to take photos. I hope that will soon be able to walk again and go back to take photos :(
Last April, I stepped on American sweet gum shells and I almost sprain my ankle.
Yesterday, this horse chestnut (the middle one) fell on my head. (sigh)
Left : Sycamore
Middle : Horse chestnut
Right : Acorn
Anthophora furcata f, with sprained proboscis, probably damaged by an attack of a flying wrecking-ball Anthidium manicatum male, defending 'his' horehound stand. She tried in vain to access nectar by inserting her galeae into flowers, but without success, as the labial parts could not be moved resp. coordinated. Making the best out of a sad occurrence I labeled proboscis details ...
A couple weeks ago I posted on the difficulties of spotting Oophaga lehmanni in the wild, and its threatened status (www.facebook.com/paul.bertner/posts/1954323497983506). After deliberating for a week, while cooped up with the flu and a sprained finger, and rummaging online for records of O. lehmanni, I was struck not only by the overall dearth, but by the almost complete lack of 'in situ' images, with not a single one illustrating behaviour or a decent representation of the environment. For a critically threatened species, one whose risk of extinction is quite high, this to me represented a tremendous oversight. Though I'd already tried and failed to capture some behaviour shots on a short previous expedition, I decided to dedicate a week to the endeavour, if for no other reason than to have a record befitting such an elegant species.
Travelling to the same site as before, I settled in to photograph calling behaviours. Setting aside a week to get this rather modest shot was giving myself quite a lot of latitude I thought...I was wrong. Three days in and I had little to show for my efforts, resorting to shooting at 300mm + 1.4X TC, I was still struggling to surprise this elusive gem. Though I could hear the frogs calling, and could even see them doing so, creeping up on them and getting a respectable photo was proving an altogether different kind of a problem.
I tried remote shooting (however they rarely returned to the same perch, causing the framing to be off), I tried hides (though after waiting 2-3hrs in mosquito infested areas with the slightest movement causing the frogs to go diving back into root tangles proved frustrating to say the least). Nothing seemed to work, and I was beginning to despair.
This begged the question, "Why would a poisonous species which supposedly has no known predators be so timid?" The answer somewhat surprised me, "researchers". Apparently the frequent capture-release monitoring of the local populations has resulted in a rather poignant behavioural change. A species which would otherwise be fearlessly hopping the rainforest understory has had its buzzing call muted. It was a potent reminder of our influence on the natural world, whether it represents a kind of Schroedinger's cat problem, in which our very observation and monitoring of a species ultimately impacts its natural behaviours, or whether it's something more intrusive or sinister like manipulation for an aesthetic image or poaching, respectively.
We have to go further in I told the guide. And so we walked, and we walked and still the frogs fell silent at the sound of our approaching footfalls. 6 hours later, 2 of which we left the already weedy trail completely to bushwhack, and we came to a spot where we crept up upon a calling frog. It continued its buzzing call despite undoubtedly having already seen us. I made sure to shoot without flash and with a long lens to prevent any kind of potential habituation/aversion. Moments later a second male appeared from behind a leaf and they immediately began to wrestle. They flipped one another repeatedly, interspersed with calls. Rather evenly matched, this went on for almost 15 minutes. Finally the victor held his ground, whilst the vanquished retreated from the hallowed ground.
Upon reviewing the photos and videos, I felt privileged to have witnessed such a behaviour from a vanishing species. This is perhaps even truer than I'd originally thought, the two males despite their verisimilitude actually appear to be different species/sub-species. While one has all the characteristics befitting O. lehmanni, the other whose white fingertips, slightly broadened head and differing banding patterns indicates some degree of hybridization with the very closely related Oophaga histrionica. Perhaps extinction will not come in the form of habitat loss or extinction (though harbour no illusions that this undoubtedly plays its role), but through hybridization, and its absorption into a larger more robust population. To purists and hobbyists this would still represent a tragedy, though perhaps it's a gentler swan song, a muting of a call rather than its abrupt silencing.
Photos from the Cauca Valley, Colombia.
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Apologies for any camera shake; I'd just sprained my ankle....
Raven Crag dominates the right of the valley, dividing the lower valley of Pasture Bottom from the headwater bowl (a glacial corrie) of Threshthwaite Cove, which leads to the climb to (or today, descent from) Threshthwaite Mouth, the col 2 km away at ~600 m asl between Thornthwaite Crag (784 m), in cloud on the left, and Stony Cove Pike (763 m), hidden behind Raven Crag. The nearer left side of the valley rises to Grey Crag (710 m), whilst Hartsop Dodd is off the near right of the image.
Note the field of hummocky moraine on the valley floor between Raven Crag and the beck.
As a wise person once said, "past your boots is an inconvenience, but Pasture Bottom is a problem".
A couple weeks ago I posted on the difficulties of spotting Oophaga lehmanni in the wild, and its threatened status (www.facebook.com/paul.bertner/posts/1954323497983506). After deliberating for a week, while cooped up with the flu and a sprained finger, and rummaging online for records of O. lehmanni, I was struck not only by the overall dearth, but by the almost complete lack of 'in situ' images, with not a single one illustrating behaviour or a decent representation of the environment. For a critically threatened species, one whose risk of extinction is quite high, this to me represented a tremendous oversight. Though I'd already tried and failed to capture some behaviour shots on a short previous expedition, I decided to dedicate a week to the endeavour, if for no other reason than to have a record befitting such an elegant species.
Travelling to the same site as before, I settled in to photograph calling behaviours. Setting aside a week to get this rather modest shot was giving myself quite a lot of latitude I thought...I was wrong. Three days in and I had little to show for my efforts, resorting to shooting at 300mm + 1.4X TC, I was still struggling to surprise this elusive gem. Though I could hear the frogs calling, and could even see them doing so, creeping up on them and getting a respectable photo was proving an altogether different kind of a problem.
I tried remote shooting (however they rarely returned to the same perch, causing the framing to be off), I tried hides (though after waiting 2-3hrs in mosquito infested areas with the slightest movement causing the frogs to go diving back into root tangles proved frustrating to say the least). Nothing seemed to work, and I was beginning to despair.
This begged the question, "Why would a poisonous species which supposedly has no known predators be so timid?" The answer somewhat surprised me, "researchers". Apparently the frequent capture-release monitoring of the local populations has resulted in a rather poignant behavioural change. A species which would otherwise be fearlessly hopping the rainforest understory has had its buzzing call muted. It was a potent reminder of our influence on the natural world, whether it represents a kind of Schroedinger's cat problem, in which our very observation and monitoring of a species ultimately impacts its natural behaviours, or whether it's something more intrusive or sinister like manipulation for an aesthetic image or poaching, respectively.
We have to go further in I told the guide. And so we walked, and we walked and still the frogs fell silent at the sound of our approaching footfalls. 6 hours later, 2 of which we left the already weedy trail completely to bushwhack, and we came to a spot where we crept up upon a calling frog. It continued its buzzing call despite undoubtedly having already seen us. I made sure to shoot without flash and with a long lens to prevent any kind of potential habituation/aversion. Moments later a second male appeared from behind a leaf and they immediately began to wrestle. They flipped one another repeatedly, interspersed with calls. Rather evenly matched, this went on for almost 15 minutes. Finally the victor held his ground, whilst the vanquished retreated from the hallowed ground.
Upon reviewing the photos and videos, I felt privileged to have witnessed such a behaviour from a vanishing species. This is perhaps even truer than I'd originally thought, the two males despite their verisimilitude actually appear to be different species/sub-species. While one has all the characteristics befitting O. lehmanni, the other whose white fingertips, slightly broadened head and differing banding patterns indicates some degree of hybridization with the very closely related Oophaga histrionica. Perhaps extinction will not come in the form of habitat loss or extinction (though harbour no illusions that this undoubtedly plays its role), but through hybridization, and its absorption into a larger more robust population. To purists and hobbyists this would still represent a tragedy, though perhaps it's a gentler swan song, a muting of a call rather than its abrupt silencing.
Photos from the Cauca Valley, Colombia.
pbertner.wordpress.com/ethical-exif-ee/
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EE Legend
-Health injury/stress levels (scale 1-10-->☠️)
👣-Translocation
⏳-time in captivity
📷 -in situ
- Manipulated subject
🎨 -Use of cloning or extensive post processing
↺ -Image rotation
FANNY BAY is a small hamlet in the Canadian province of British Columbia. It is located on Baynes Sound on the east coast of Vancouver Island. In 2001, its population was listed as 815. It is best known for its fine oysters. The area is served by the Island Highway and Island Rail Corridor. There is no consensus on the origin of the name Fanny Bay and none of the various explanations — comical, romantic, local or historical — can be considered without skepticism. The name first appeared on British Columbia maps in 1913 and was officially adopted by the government in 1923.
The FANNY BAY Post Office was established - 1 February 1916.
LINK to a list of the Postmasters who served at the FANNY BAY Post Office - central.bac-lac.gc.ca/.redirect?app=posoffposmas&id=2...
Clipped from - The Vancouver Sun newspaper - Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada - 20 February 1939 - Veteran Fanny Bay Postmaster Dead - FANNY BAY, Fred Larson, a resident of Fanny Bay for the past 39 years, passed away on Feb. 8 at the age of 86. A native of Dalsland, Sweden, he came out to this continent in 1873 to stay with relatives in Hillsdale, Indiana. He settled at Cumberland; three years later the family moved to Fanny Bay. Mr. Larson was postmaster there for 22 years until he retired in 1935. Left to mourn his loss are his wife and ten children, six daughters and 4 sons.
Clipped from - Nanaimo Daily News - Nanaimo, British Columbia, Canada - 2 February 1960 - Fanny Bay Postmasters Honored by Residents - FANNY BAY (Special) In tribute to nearly 25 years of service to the community, Mr. and Mrs. E. A. Robertson, retiring postmasters at Fanny Bay, were honored Sunday at an "open house." During the afternoon and evening representatives of the more than 100 families in the community visited the Robertsons at their home to offer their best, wishes and thanks for past service, which often extended far beyond the bounds of their official duties. Though they expect to do considerable travelling in the near future, the Robertsons will continue to live in their present home at Fanny Bay. Friday the Post Office was moved to the home of Mrs. Charles Twedy (Mrs. Anona May Tweedie), the new Postmistress, opposite the Fanny Bay Inn.
Clipped from - Nanaimo Daily News newspaper - Nanaimo, British Columbia, Canada - 4 March 1960 - Post Office In New Premises - FANNY BAY (Special) The Fanny Bay Post Office was moved again last week, to what the community hopes will be a permanent location in the 'Stop and Shop'. Mr. Burton, Postmaster and owner of the Stop and Shop, is currently enlarging his premises to provide good accommodation for the Post Office. Should the federal office not prove satisfactory in this location, and not have the support of the people it serves, the next move would be closure and mail for the whole area would be served by rural route out of Union Bay. Mrs. Anona Tweedie was temporary Postmistress for Fanny Bay for February. The Ted Robertsons, who had been postmasters for 24 years, retired the last of January, 1960.
Clipped from - Nanaimo Daily News newspaper - Nanaimo, British Columbia, Canada - 3 December 1960 - Temporary Home For Post Office - FANNY BAY (Special) A temporary Post Office has been established at the Ted Robertson residence her. Move was necessitated after an early morning fire yesterday which destroyed the 'Stop and Shop Centre' in which the Post Office building was housed. Incoming and outgoing mails were saved but contents of the mail boxes in the Post Office and other papers and equipment were lost in the fire. Mr. and Mrs. Les Burton, proprietors, and their five children, will reside at their recently purchased property at Qualicum Beach. Loss by fire is estimated at $34,000.
Clipped from - Nanaimo Daily News newspaper - Nanaimo, British Columbia, Canada - 20 March 1981 - Mrs. Myrtle Adamson of Union Bay, assistant at the Buckley Bay Store dining lounge and Fanny Bay Post Office, suffered a nasty accident in a fall at her home when she sprained both wrists.
Clipped from - Nanaimo Daily News newspaper - Nanaimo, British Columbia, Canada - 25 January 1982 - The Pearse family moved to beach property at Buckely Bay 16 years ago, and In 1971 bought the Buckley Bay store from Mrs. Kate Sutherland. They later got the Fanny Bay Post Office and Mr. Pearse was the rural mail courier until last fall, when Mrs. Ord took on the onerous job pro tem. (for the time being)
Clipped from - Nanaimo Daily News newspaper - Nanaimo, British Columbia, Canada - 9 April 1984 - The Fanny Bay Post Office lease was recently renewed, with Sylvia Campbell, Postmistress. The Fanny Bay Post Office has been located in the Buckley Bay store building for the past 11 years and now serves some 400 local folk. Lawrence Stealing is our efficient rural route courier. (Buckley Bay is about 4 kilometers from Fanny Bay)
LINK to - Comox Valley South - Fanny Bay, Buckley Bay etc. - comoxvalleyapictorialview.blogspot.com/2013/01/comox-vall...
- sent from - / FANNY BAY / MY 11 / 56 / B.C. / - split ring cancel - this split ring hammer (A1-1) was proofed - 19 January 1916 - (RF B).
- sent by - C. A. Widen
Carl Alfred Widén / Karl Alfrid Widén
(b. 10 November 1881 in Gullabo, Sweden - d. 25 January 1957 at age 75 in Gibson's, British Columbia) - LINK to his death certificate - search-collections.royalbcmuseum.bc.ca/Image/Genealogy/3b...
Addressed to: No. 222140 / Canadian Legion / Tuberculous and Chest Disabled Veterans' Association / 445 West Broadway / Vancouver 10, B.C.
Sharing life with a 15-month old is about rediscovering the simple things.
What we see: blowing bubbles in a back yard that was recently torn up for foundation work, has a massive hole you can sprain your ankle on and a dead mouse.
What she sees: bubbles!!!
Day 198--Not even super girl is grounded by a sprained ankle!
for superheroes and villains
(thanks to Greg for helping out tonight. my ankle didn't want to let me run back and forth for the timer and I was too lazy to go get the remote so my sweet hubby was the remote!)
Strobist info:
Key light 580 EX II @ 1/16 (-0.3) camera right through umbrella.
Rim light 430 EX II @ 1/16 snooted camera left and slightly behind Supergirl.
Triggered by 7D
She said his leg is just sprained, not broken, and he will grow up to be a fine, healthy big bird (check out his amazing green head!)
My engagement ring (top) and 10 year anniversary ring.
I don't wear my wedding band any more as I never really liked it.
Today I had a cortisone injection in my ankle. It's still not right since that massive roll I did in August.
The new diagnosis (to go with complex high ankle sprain) is Sinus Tarsi Syndrome. If the cortisone works, then a bit of physio and some exercises and I should be good. If it doesn't then the next step is surgery.
Alright, here's a weird one spawned from POTD desperation. I've been stuck in a wrist brace for a few days thanks to a sprain. And the UFO glowy thing is a bug catcher. Who knows? It's past my bed time...
Jasper is having a bit of a rough week. On our daily morning walk, he somehow managed to sprain his left front leg and couldn't put any weight on it all of a sudden...totally random and bizarre. We took him in to the vet right away and all checked out ok--no fractures or other apparent physical findings, so we're told to give him pain med and lots of rest for the next few days. He's been limping for the past couple of days, but seems to be getting stronger, thankfully. Guess it's just yet another part of living with senior dogs...
A few of my Flickr contacts know that I sprained my ankle two months ago, and it hasn't fully healed yet. It has been quite a difficult two months because I was unable to attend ballet class, which is something I love so much that it literally feels like a part of me. However, I did manage to attend the preparations for the end of year show on June 25 with my modern dance group, going slowly and carefully, and constantly worrying that I wouldn't be able to make it. But I did! Wearing an ankle sleeve, and still carefully until the very last rehearsal, but I managed to dance normally and it was just AWESOME. There are no words to describe how happy I was on stage.