Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Under the Golden Gate Bridge

A frog gazes at me hoping I will not pursue it any closer. This is normally a road, but rains have ran the river nearby over its banks. We have been under a flash flood alert for two months.

A Red-spotted Purple, a subspecies of Admiral and sisters . It is a mimic of a pipevine swallowtail that has really noxious chemicals from eating pipevine. This allows this butterfly a chance to escape, even though it is not a perfect match.


Joe-Pye Weed, Eutrochium, floats above the other prairie flowers near a wetland area.


Rosinweed, a bright yellow standout will bloom for the rest of the summer.



A morph of the purple liatris was the only one in a major prairie area. Sometimes I wonder with some color variations if it is the minerals in the soil. With this it is genetics.
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Using large rocks as playing pieces, each player ran to see how far out they could get from shore, and not get very wet. This was a cold ocean, but fun to play in. He had never seen it before, so it was completely new to him. He ran to the farthest rock getting waist deep before scrambling up this huge boulder. Standing on top, a bit cold and wet he regaled his accomplishment. The next wave hit him just above the ankles. His perch was no longer dry. A large gray whale lifted its tail in jest to the winds far out near the horizon. Mermaids swam nearby giggling at this silly landlubber. All watched laughing as the next wave hit his knees. The tide was coming in and he would get wet. The giggles pushed his ego, and he was unsure what to do. The next few waves were the same, and then one hit him waist high. Not thinking the rock was six feet above the bottom he jumped toward shore, going completely under, but scrambling furiously and getting up on shore. He didn’t want to be a meal for a great white shark, or carried away on a riptide. When you don’t know what to expect, you expect everything.

Stepping behind a large rock for cover, he got out of the cold clothes and wrung them out. His silk shirt would dry quickly, and offer some warmth. His teeth were chattering so hard that he could barely talk to his laughing friends. None would share clothing since they were all a little wet. They did some jumping jacks trying to warm up. Two more whales were sighted off shore, headed to another home. He walked back to get his drying shirt and some young lovers had found his little arpeggio. They laughed at his foolishness together, and an ocean breeze carried their thoughts away.

The ocean called to him often, flirting with its many changes. He could sit and listen to the waves, feeling a sense of wisdom being given to him from the ages. Water was one of the earliest forms on this planet, so it had seen it all, and felt the energy. It had carried many stories, chants and songs. Making sand castles, running next to the surf, all seemed to have a significant power that empowered and enamored his soul. He would fly with the seagulls, fish with pelicans, soaring to new spiritual heights, recognizing a new luster in nature. At night he nestled into the delicate starlight and listened to a cooing chant, an immortal song, that song of life. His peace and happiness would eventually arrive at his prairie homeland, surrounding all that he loved with warmth and compassion, on a gentle prairie breeze.
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13 comments:

  1. That looks like pretty deep water for a road. The Joe-Pye weed in the third picture I've seen a lot of around here. I never knew what it was called though.

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  2. I didn't notice the frog there! LOL! I thought it was a weed, well anyway flash floods is a normal thing here in the Philippines, especially during rainy season but I wonder why rain doesn't come much knowing that the typhoon season has begun. The scarcity of water is affecting the metro for the dams were below critical level due to absence of rain. Hope it rain soon.

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  3. I loved the pictures. The frog really caught my eye.
    So...another story from personal experience?

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  4. butterfly from the second photo is amazing..what colors!! beautiful post!!

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  5. I just photographed these same butterflies here in Ohio where I live, yesterday.

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  6. I have confused red-spotted purples with swallowtails ever since I began trying to identify butterflies. It's not a very easy thing when you begin trying to identify butterflies.

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  7. ...I loved the photos, but then I got to the writing and loved it even more. It was interesting and beautiful.

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  8. Returned to tell you about IE...

    Out on the prairie...
    Lots of people have the same problem using IE or Internet Explorer. I can't use it and see my own blog. So I use Firefox instead. You can see my birds on http://mybirdsblog.blogspot.com/ if you like.

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  9. My favorite kind of photos, just beautiful!

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  10. Terrific photographs - I just love the frog :o)

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  11. This story comes from March, 1970, and still carries some great memories.

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