Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Lights for May

I’m almost always too busy or too tired to blog, but I try to have at least one post per month.  I’m putting up this picture to give me something for May.  It’s one of the results of my failed attempt to photograph the Pink Moon.  

Sunday, April 30, 2017

Virginia Cactus

In my recent internet browsing, I happened upon an odd fact of botany—there is a cactus which is native to eastern North America, the Eastern Prickly Pear (Opuntia humifusa).  It occurs across the eastern half of the United States, and even in a few locations in southern Ontario.  

It turns out that I saw, and photographed, some of these cacti during my vacation in Virginia Beach a few years ago.

Here are some prickly pears interspersed with other vegetation, near the beach.

Here is an isolated example from First Landing State Park.

I had previously thought that the cacti which I saw in coastal regions were exotics which had been introduced by humans, and then thrived in the sandy, desert-like beach conditions, in much the same way as the Texas Horned Lizard.

In fact, according to this site, the Eastern Prickly Pear is native to Fairfax and Prince William Counties (although I can’t think of any possible location in Fairfax or Prince William County that would be suitable cactus habitat). 

(Well really that site says that the Eastern Prickly Pear is “naive” to Fairfax and Prince William Counties, but I assume that they meant “native”.) 

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Pink Moon

I happened upon some news reports today that tonight is the night of the Pink Moon.

This is nothing particularly unusual, or particularly pink, it’s just the name given every year to the full moon that occurs in April.

(Earlier tonight the moon had an eerie mustard color, probably as a result of intervening cloud cover, but I couldn’t convince my camera to focus for a picture.)

If nothing else, it is a good night to take a drive in your Volkswagen Cabriolet

Friday, March 31, 2017

Rough, Tough, Chough

There are a few words in the English language in which the letter combination GH is pronounced as F.

These include rough, tough, enough, and Julianne Hough.

Given how rare such words are, I thought that I knew them all, and was surprised in the last few days to learn a “new” word in which this linguistic oddity occurs: chough.  

The name chough is applied to two Eurasian bird species in the family Corvidae; they are generally crow-like in appearance, but have orange or yellow beaks.  The name is also applied to an Australian bird in a different family, Corcoracidae.

Therefore this example of a linguistic rarity is entirely unknown to English speakers in North America, but (presumably) well-known to English speakers in the British Isles and Australia.  

Incidentally, this GH-as-F phenomenon reminds me of something that happened to me in second grade: I was reading one of the later books in the Wizard of Oz series.  I understood every word in the book, except one: laughter.  I thought that it was pronounced “lawter” (which would rhyme with slaughter, although I’m not sure if I knew that word either).  For the entire book, I couldn’t figure out what “lawter” was, but I was able to deduce from the context that “lawter” occurred in mirthful situations.

Sunday, February 26, 2017

I Don’t Know What Happened Here

I was trying to take a picture, probably of a herd of deer, and something went wrong.

It does look kind of cool, though.

Tuesday, January 3, 2017

First Post of the Year

I wanted to do one more post for 2016 on New Year’s Eve, but then I forgot.  Then I was going to post on New Year’s Day, but forgot that too. 

Here it finally is.  I didn’t feel like writing anything, so it’s a picture of some lotus leaves at night, taken on the same occasion as pictures in a previous post.  

Friday, December 23, 2016

Christmas Again

The Christmas season has arrived, as it usually does this time of year.  Most people view Christmas as a time of feverish activity.  And, as a result, they talk about how much they hate it.  In fact, talking about how much one hates Christmas is almost as popular as talking about how much one hates the Star Wars prequels.  

Christmas for me, though, is a time to rest.  I don’t get invited to many Christmas events.  I guess that most people must, given how they view Christmas as a frenzy.  But I don’t.  

And I don’t see how Christmas shopping can be considered stressful in this age of Amazon one-click ordering. 

I could write more on the subject, but instead I’m going to try to relax and enjoy the Christmas season for a few days. 

And you should too.  

But, before you do, read (or re-read) what I consider to be my classic Christmas blog post.