Posts Tagged 'Nantucket'

Primrose Path

PrimulaPrimroses, although they don’t seem so prim to me. Genus Primula, much hybridized. Picture take last week; an early bloomer indeed. A native of western Eurasia, these are in the garden of another native of western Eurasia.


Pyrrharctia isabellaThe familiar caterpillar of the Isabella Tiger moth (Pyrrharctia isabella), better known as the Wooly Bear. We usually run into these in the fall, around the time of the first frosts, often crossing the road. (Why did the Wooly Bear cross the road?) But they have several generations a year on the East Coast, and this inch-long specimen may be the first of the spring. Or it could be one that has over-wintered.

As with all elaborately patterned caterpillars, the coloring here suggests this might not be so good for you. Warning, warning! Caterpillars not so defensive opt for camouflage. Some people are allergic to the hairs, or setae, of this species.

Seen earlier this week on Lover’s Lane, Nantucket. Why did the Wooly Bear cross Lover’s Lane?

Winter Walk

the woodsA return to Squam Swamp.LichenWhile silvery gray predominates this time of year, there are other colors of note:
ice, leavesA scrim of ice over autumn’s leftovers.
green stainBlue-green stained wood, caused by a fungus.
mossMoss gone wild.

Beach Things

blue crab leg"Nantucket bamboo"Great Black-backed GullSanderlings, Ruddy TurnstonesSpider Crab, barnacle motel

December moth

mothA mild night, and the outside light brought in these moths. The flash overexposed this one, creating the ghosts on the double paned sliding door.moth2Not enough light on this one, but check out the barbs on the rear set of legs.

It was unusually warm last week, in the last month of what has turned out to be the hottest year in American history. I saw butterflies and a bat, and heard the plop of frogs hurrying to cover as I approached.

The long and winding beach

The low winter sun made the vegetation capping the cliff cast long shadows of late Matisse dancers.

Calendars mean less than they used to, though: it was in the mid-60s, and there were fresh prints of bare feet in the sand, sign of a freer spirit than I.On the left, a male Bufflehead (Bucephala albeola), and on the right, a male White-winged Scoter (Melanitta fusca), the eponymous white in the wing more easily seen when the bird flies. Look for the Buffleheads in New York Harbor, among many other places, and the Scoters (there are two other species) off the Rockaways.The central supports of this brand new staircase have been completely undermined. Sandy or the nor’easter the week later may have done the final sweeping away of cliff here, but it was only a matter of time. Ozymandias on the beach.The cliff has some luscious looking clay in it. Or is that “unctuous”? (I understand that geologists are known for tasting their samples. Their dentists must role their eyes.)Egg case string from Knobbed Whelks. Each capsule is filled with multiple tiny whelks, miniatures — who could hear the sea in them? I guess that the pale one is very recent.

Old Fungus

That mushroom I photographed in October growing on this wooden fence was still there last week, looking rather lurid now.


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