Collembola are an insect-like arthropod common just about everywhere. In forest leaf litter, many species of collembola graze on fungus as the fungus decomposes leaves and sticks. During the fall, some will come together in mass quantities to breed. I caught one of these breeding events at Kent Bog and snapped this photograph. Horny little buggers.
Some introductory images of Patches (the miniture horse) and Chelsea (the Haflinger). They’re kind of like gigantic dogs; you can get them all excited so they run around in circles and attempt to jump on you. I think the only difference may be that they can’t put their tail between their legs while they run around.
Although these images don’t depict it, when I took these photographs of Blue Hen Falls in Cuyahoga Valley National Park, the temperature was in the single digits and the windchill made it feel much colder. Unfortunately, I don’t have a photograph of my face or Allison’s face (she was with me at the time), since the red on our cheeks and nose would convince anyone that it was a bitterly cold day. Today’s temperature reminded me of the hike we took when these photographs were shot.
Matt prepared himself a delicious second omelet during tonight’s Wednesday Night Dinner. He graciously shared this simple recipe with us:
- Heat a skillet with oil to 450 F (it’s best with extra virgin olive oil)
- Add freshly shredded colby and pepper jack cheese
- Add minced peppers and onions
- Fill a glass half full with orange juice from gigantic pot of ‘from concentrate’ OJ
- Add to skillet and boil down until the product is of the consistency of a slime mold
While camping at the Alleghany Reservoir on the border of Pennsylvania and New York, each morning was filled with fog. The fog would retreat up the hills as the sun came up and warmed the land and air. The picture on the left was taken one morning from the rocky beach by our campsite.
Later that day, Jenn, Matt and I decided to jump off a nearby cliff for nearly 3 hours. Using my height as a standard, I estimated the point on the cliff we were jumping off to be nearly 17 feet from the water’s surface. Fun stuff (both the jumping and the calculation).
Many of the Red Maple trees in Kent Bog appear to be under extreme stress (whether it’s due to acidic soil, nutrient limitation or both) and have somewhat of a ‘bonzai’ growth pattern. The leaves tend to be much smaller than one would expect on a Red Maple tree growing in more suitable conditions, say, in a lowland forest setting, rather than a bog. In some cases, the leaves are all less than an inch from the base of the leaf (excluding the petiole) to the tip. Although the scale of this photograph isn’t obvious, the leaf is relatively small. I suppose more importantly, the frost just looks cool. This was taken at the bog during one of our first frosts this past autumn.
On the same rocky outcrop mentioned in the previous post, several small ferns were present, making the rock’s surface appear much more soft.
Last week, Allison ran into a tree while sledding. Other patrons on the hill, after being certian she was physically okay, questioned why she didn’t just bail. Apparently, it was obvious from their perspective on the top of the hill that there was ample time to flip over, fall out, or otherwise dive away from the sled and it’s course towards a small, though very strudy, leafless maple tree. In response, Allison claims that the sled was too high to bail. I think this photograph of Jenn says differently.