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The Snaring River in Jasper National Park is named after a former local tribe of first nations people who lived in dugouts and trapped animals with snares.
Cape Petrel (Snares) - Kaikoura--Albatross Encounter pelagic, New Zealand
Also known as a Cape Pigeon or Pintado Petrel
Bird Species # (440) that I photographed and placed on my Flickr Photostream. Overall goal is 1000.
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Also known as Jimson weed, moon flower, etc., Datura stramonium (Solanaceae). My first flowers this season.
On a June 2025 trip to both the CPKC and Canadian National mainlines through the Canadian Rockies, we frequented this location at Snaring, Alberta along the CN. This was the only time we actually got sunlight on an eastbound or westbound train, and it didn't disappoint.
I wonder if the spider was a bit put out by the sudden intrusion to the privacy of its skilfully spun web?
Snares are anchored cable or wire nooses set to catch wild animals. The simplest and very effective. They are cheap to produce and easy to set in wide numbers.
The Snaring Forest
2022-08-28, Day 2
Late-day light glows on the undersides of thick rain clouds as we look down the upper reaches of a tributary to the Snaring River drainage, Victoria Cross Range, Jasper National Park, Alberta.
In the morning, we descended the avalanche route visible in the immediate foreground. There is a stream hidden in the cleft of the landscape, and the immediate goal was to cross the stream safely and find a route down and around the forested ridge coming into the frame from the left. After finding a way down, we planned to climb to another lake and then hopefully find a way back up above timberline, cross another alpine pass, and then drop down to the Snaring River proper where we would spend the next 2 ½ days navigating the upper reaches of its watershed.
We arrived at the next lake directly enough, and we were afforded a view up to the pass we hoped to gain. The storm the previous evening (the night this photo was taken) was cold, and it appeared the pass was rocky and potentially snowy and icy from the recent precipitation. My friend did not like the look of it, and strongly suggested we deviate from the planned route and attempt to find another way down to the Snaring River. To this end, we climbed up the steep, forested side of a glacier-carved valley that we hoped would lead us to a viable path over the ridgeline. The slope was steep enough that little bands of vertical cliff popped out here and there, and I thought worryingly of what might happen should one of us lose our footing and begin to slide. This new route looked only to be getting steeper and more difficult, and I started to feel bubbling apprehension. We decided to abandon it and investigate up close the original pass that had looked icy and dangerous from below by the lake.
In what felt like a fine omen, the landscape began to open and flatten almost immediately, and we found ourselves with a clear view to the pass to which we originally aimed. It turned out that from the lake, we could only see a dangerous section of cliffs and not the pass itself. On the opposite side of the valley sat a series of hanging lakes, high on a bench of stone and hemmed in by cliffs. My supposition from the night before that wings would have been required had we attempted that route was 100% correct. I was exhausted enough from the trees and the steep climb that I failed to make a photograph of that stunning valley. As it turned out, after I made the photo here, it would be another 2 ½ days before I made another one.
When we finally arrived on the south bank of the river, it was clear that we would need to travel upstream for some miles to ford it, ideally beyond a major tributary that swelled its current considerably from where we stood. Dense willow crowded the bank in places, but the walking was made marginally easier by a well-traveled albeit maddeningly intermittent moose path. Though we did not see any moose, the population is apparently robust enough to create a path that was decently maintained in places. We dubbed this inconstant right-of-way the 'Sendero de los Alces y Los Penitentes'. It would be our dubious companion through more difficult country than we imagined.
Thanks to SolStock and Tim Jones for the great textures.
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MY DAILY TREK 8/16/08:
Today I ventured out on my daily trek around 6 PM. I thought I would take some pictures in the field behind my house, then go check for turtles at the creek and then head over to a local lake. I got to the field behind my house and made my way to an area of rocks surrounded by weeds and wildflowers. I took a seat on a familiar rock and watched and waited as things buzzed by me and the wind blew a warm breeze through the wildflowers. I saw bees, dragonflies, grasshoppers and butterflies. But nothing out of the ordinary or at least that I felt compelled to photograph. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a ferocious movement accompanied by a loud buzzing sound, which then stopped suddenly. This movement and sound would start and stop every few seconds. It was too far away for me to make out, but from a distance it looked like a caterpillar caught in a web. But caterpillars don't make sounds? The buzzing was a unique sound that once you have heard you will likely not forget. It was the sound of a cicada. A cicada? A cicada caught in a web? I thought to myself, no way, there is nothing big enough to eat a cicada. I made my way over to the buzzing movement and sure enough it was a cicada caught in a spider web. I was going to take a picture but he seemed like he was near the end of his fight and I figured I would leave him in peace.
As I looked closer, I saw an insect graveyard full of mummified victims, beneath this web of death. Several cicadas and grasshoppers had met their demise here and their mummified carcasses lay haphazardly discarded beneath the web. Slowly my heart started to beat faster. What was eating these huge insects? As I took a moment to ponder what kind of Jurassic beast this might be...I looked several feet in front of my face and was struck by a bright yellow and black pattern behind a leaf. Is that a SPIDER???? I backed up. My heart beating faster I looked at this creature in disbelief. I have never seen a spider this big in the wild. Now keep in mind, I am not scared of many things. I like insects of all kinds, reptiles, snakes, frogs, toads, turtles...you name it. I am also a huge horror movie fan and can stand watching most horror flicks without a flinch. But this creature, this beautiful monster, with striking colors, and sprawling legs made me feel a tad light headed. I was sure it was some kind of venomous beast that could jump 50 feet and was going to attack me with malice at any moment. I would soon be paralyzed by its venom, doomed to become yet another mummified trophy, entombed in silk and discarded amongst the other unlucky victims. Get a grip on yourself I thought. It's just a spider. I took as many pictures as I could, moving closer in and then quickly out as my fear came in waves. Slowly, as I snapped photos, zoomed, used macro, changed positions, my respect for this spider increased. What a magnificent, striking and amazing insect! I left in awe, another day in the wild, tackling Jurassic arachnids in the insect jungle that has become my second home. The best part, I learned something new. I found an insect that was new to me and learned as much as I could about it. That is the silver lining every time I come home with new pictures. I continue to learn about this great earth and it's creatures. When you start paying attention to all the details around you it opens up a whole new world. I just hope the Golden Garden Spider doesn't mind me poking around her world while she weaves her silken web. Did I mention, like almost all other spiders, Argiope are harmless to humans. Like most garden spiders they eat insects, and they are capable of consuming prey up to 200% of their size! Yikes, how much do I weigh again?
"…when the time comes to enter the darkness in which we are naked and helpless and alone; in which we see the insufficiency of our greatest strength and the hollowness of our strongest virtue; in which we have nothing to rely on, and nothing in our nature to support us, and nothing in the world to guide us or give us light—then we find out whether or not we walk by faith."
-Thomas Merton
I normally let insects wander more off-camera but, this one was different. The legs captivated me and the web has been expanding.