Regrets, I've had a few - Pop Culture, 2010.

So it's been a while...and I have a huge backlog of posts to make, all the way back to Thanksgiving[i]. However, since a couple pieces of pop culture had been bouncing around in my head, I thought I'd take a different tack than the usual top 10 of 2010 lists, and look at what surprised me, for better or worse, this year in the world of pop culture. Please note, given that I am 1) getting older, 2) not cool or hip, and 3) live in Texas, there are some items listed below which are from prior to 2010. This is just the year I got around to experiencing them.

The Better Than Expected:

Book – The Passage

I have an odd fascination with post-apocalyptic fare in general. I am hard pressed to turn down a good zombie/cataclysm/dystopian, etc movie. However, as we are currently swimming in a red, salty tide of pretty horrifically bad vampire books [ii], I was reluctant to go near anything with “vampire” in the description. So when I heard people raving about “The Passage” I wrote it off [iii]. However, I got it for Christmas, and recently picked it up for lack of anything else to read. It was surprisingly good. And not just “good-as-vampire-books-go”, but good in general. It is at heart a study in human character. The plot sometimes seems almost an excuse, a framework on which to hang artful character portraits and poignant moments. The level of writing is wholly unnecessary for the story. He could have banged this thing out in half the time and still had an engaging book. But the level and depth of the writing is really worth the price of admission. Minor characters are developed to an amazing degree. The scope of the book covers centuries but without feeling like it shortchanges any piece. The pacing shifts wonderfully throughout, but without ever feeling indulgent. The “vampires” are never really the focus, they're just a foil for the human interactions. And the author, an English professor at Rice University, really really gets the downsides of Houston. It almost feels like this is the next book in the “Pride and Prejudice and Zombies” series [iv], except that this time, the literature aspects and the horror movie aspects aren't separate, mismatched elements thrown haphazardly together as shtick. They're integral parts of a greater whole. The only aspect that slightly dimmed my enjoyment was that the “vampires” glowed a bit. Taken by itself, it is nothing. But it's just a little too close to the slippery slope that leaves you with glittery abstinence oriented mopey vampire teenagers. All in all, a fantastic read regardless. Be warned, the ending, while able to be satisfying in and of itself, is really geared to initiating the second book of what has been proposed to be a trilogy. I can take that or leave it, but it is more ambiguous than I think the author would have made it if it was going to be a one-shot.

TV – Survivors

There are a host of great TV shows as of late. I can't remember ever watching this much “TV” [v]. NBC “is my master now”, with Community, 30 Rock, Parks and Rec, etc. being weekly treats. I'd like to think that this is because TV is better now. Having grown up in the sitcom wasteland of the late 80's and early 90's [vi], I'm just ecstatic that the current generation, all of their electronic diversions and glittery vampires notwithstanding, is getting some decent TV[vii]. So in that context, I really had no need to go searching for older shows to discover. However, on a friend's recommendation, I checked out the now-canceled BBC series “Survivors”. It is another post-apocalyptic setting (notice a trend?) but devoid of the usual zombies/vampires/etc-as-metaphoric-foil-for-dark-side-of-humanity. Humanity is nearly wiped out by disease, with only a few survivors left. The show spends a lot of time on its characterization, and has a much more rounded feel than a lot of America series in the same genre. The characters aren't easily definable stereotypes (Angry Loner, Confidant Leader, Love Interest, Black Guy Who Dies Really Early, etc). There are some bits that are a bit funny in their inherent Britishness [viii], but all in all it's a great series that does what any good story telling should do...make you subconsciously care and be concerned for its characters. I hadn't expected it to be anything more than a bad sci-fi channel made for TV movie level of production, so I was pleasantly surprised.

Movie – Avalon

So to round out what is an unintentional trio of post-apocalyptic/dystopian fare, I offer up Avalon. Avalon is easy to describe, but hard to really give a feel for the nuances of. Essentially it's a Polish dystopian Matrix clone. When friend recommended it to me as such, I had high hopes...in the sense that I hoped he was high, because what he was saying was not making a lot of sense to me otherwise. However, when you dig into this film, there is a lot to like, and it's not hard to do so. The movie is shot in Poland and stars Polish actors. It is dubbed in English (and dubbed well), but I actually switched to the Polish because it seemed to add something to the atmosphere of the movie. It's a dystopian future, where the primary occupation of the shiftless and cyber elite is an all encompassing online virtual reality game called Avalon. The director is Japanese, adding another element, and what you end up with is a really well scripted and paced movie borrowing equally heavy from a beautifully shot aesthetic, Japanese anime story influence [ix] , and British Arthurian mythos. While this mishmash of influences could have lead to a fractured, unwatchable mess, it ends up melding into a really fascinating watch. The storyline is engaging, and the acting is pretty decent (especially the main character), but what really makes this movie great is the cinematography. It's shot like an art film. Long, pregnant pauses...reflections on shattered landscapes, slow pacing, much of it in an illuminated sepia-esque tone. It's really a pleasure to watch, visually. Even its “Did she or didn't she?” ending feels satisfying. Like most stories that appeal to me, the characters are the focus, and the story serves them, rather than vice versa.

Music - Ray LaMontagne and the Pariah Dogs

This was a pretty great year for music [x]. There were a lot of great albums by a lot of old favorites. None of them are getting mentioned (yet) because they were what I expected, good stuff. This list, of course, is for the surprises and expectation breakers. When a friend recommended Ray LaMontagne and the Pariah Dogs, I wrongly expected yet another entry in the dreary sea of neo-80's angsty synthesizer driven pop/alternative with silly names that has muddied the waters this decade. I was not expecting the rootsy, alt-country elements and salt of the earth drive of this group. Songs like “Beg, Steal or Borrow” end up being an interesting mix of sounds, from tinges of Iron & Wine-esque folky rock to more sparse, devastating passages like some of Johnny Cash's later works (American IV, etc), to some roots rock/country flavors. In the end it was equal parts unique and equal parts reminiscent of another dark horse favorite of mine, Findlay Brown. While a lot of groups have tried to go down this route and ended up sounding like clones of existing artists or just came up short, RLMATPD pull it all together for a great album. I wasn't expecting anything, and was greatly surprised with what ended up being one of my favorite albums of the year.


However, there were some long expected or much hyped efforts that I just didn't connect with this year. These are a few of the standouts. They are not all necessarily BAD per se, just not what I expected.

The Disappointments:

Music – Sufjan Stevens, Age of Adz

I am a big Sufjan fan (as I know some of you are as well) so I tread lightly here. As much as I am enamored of Illinois and Michigan, I did not expect him to continue making States albums. I am completely OK with that. Nor did I expect him to continue making the same KIND of songs. I am always excited to hear an artist reinvent themselves, as long as it's a move forward. Unfortunately, Age of Adz just wasn't what I was looking for. It's not bad, per se. I appreciate Age of Adz. I like that it seems purposeful. But it does nothing for me. I've never had an album that I anticipated so much be so uniformly bland to me. And I really tried to like it. It feels disconnected, jangly, cacophonous. Like Sufjan got drunk and made an album with Animal Collective, and then they never bothered to edit the raw tracks. Again, it's not without artistry, but for me it's like a discussion I had with my sister about photography once long ago. I was looking through a catalog of shots she had, and there was one in which a photographer had essentially taken a black and white picture of a puddle in a field. Nothing great about it in technical terms (composition, etc), and nothing emotionally compelling about it. Our discussion centered around process (what the photographer had to do to get the shot) and result. I held that without a result that touches on something universal, the process is irrelevant to anyone but the artist. I feel this way about a lot of abstract art. You can tell me your series of three slightly different shades of red-colored circles represent war in Bosnia or man’s eternal quest for self-fulfillment, and use a lot of artistic jargon to describe it, but without some link, without some context, it's just three red circles, which are not complelling in and of themselves. The process, the artist's mental context is useless to anyone if the end result isn't compelling of it's own regard. At least that's always been my take on art. I don't need realism. But if it is something that doesn't appeal to something universal, I need it to be outstanding on its own, not to have to rely on context that isn't readily available. This is sort of how I feel about Adz. I'm sure there's some deep stuff going on there, but a lot of it is inaccessible to me.

Book – The Story of Edgar Sawtelle (WARNING, MILD SPOILERS.)
There is a reason most first novels don't do well. It often takes one or two out of the gate before an author has gotten past that initial experience and has the perspective to really control all aspects of a book. The Story of Edgar Sawtelle started out strong. It's a compelling story, and the writing is literature grade in places. I absolutely loved this book for the first eight to quarter of the book. Then things went downhill. It changed from a great character study of a family and a legacy into...well, it couldn't make up it mind what it wanted to be...it veered from a dip into a Marquez-esque magical realism oddness, to a Jean Craighead George style coming of age metaphoric solo journey story, but then abruptly back to a family tragedy, and then ended up being (SPOILER HERE.) a poorly rendered Shakespeare remake. I didn't know anything about the book before reading it. I didn't even read the dust jacket notes. So I was completely surprised when it ended up just being Hamlet. With Dogs. And Ophelia? A Dog. Who thinks and talks like a human. Yeah. What started out well paced and well written just descended into sheer chaos and hack authoring. It was an idea without a context. Or conversely, it was a horrible idea (again, Hamlet, with Dogs!) that occasionally broke free into some decent writing. (/SPOILER) I am willing to give the author the benefit of the doubt, but this book was a mess, and a pretty huge disappointment.

Movie – Black Swan
With all the hype built up around the movie, I expected more. I saw several much-hyped movies this year, but was generally entertained by most. Inception, for example, was blockbuster-y, but pretty decent overall, etc. But Black Swan...well, it just fell flat in pretty much every aspect. I had expected a tense psychological thriller, character driven and subtle....what I got was a poorly acted, gore-centered mess. Portman hasn't delivered a decent acting performance since “Beautiful Girls”. She remains the female Keanu Reeves...wooden, and with only three emotional settings [xi]. There is no character development, we are given a premise with nothing to back it up. We are expected to empathize with her and the tremendous pressure she's under, but we're never shown anything that would explain that pressure. We see some generic dancing segments, and a mother who's vaguely authoritarian, but nothing that gives an sort of external context for the emotional breakdown. Despite the best efforts of some really great supporting actors (Kunis notwithstanding), Portman's performance just can't be saved. Her character doesn't fall into madness so much as she makes an abrupt switch from sane-and-perky to crazy-stabby-psycho. There's no gradation. And it happens so early on, there's nowhere else to go with the performance. Kunis is likeable, but gives a Tom Cruise performance [xii], even in what must have been a risky girl on girl love scene decision (which is one of the only scenes that feels anything close to emotionally honest). The quick descent into madness is further hampered by an over-abundance of blood and gore [xiii]. What could have been a delicately handled psychological character study feels clumsy and underwhelming, and the suspense dies pretty early on.

TV – Tie – Glee/Battlestar Galactica/The Walking Dead
As much as I have lauded the quality of TV recently, there have been a couple shows that I have been pretty meh about. To some degree this is due to how many friends have absolutely raved about them. But even viewed as objectively as I could [xiv], I just couldn't figure out the level of appeal for Battlestar Galactica, The Walking Dead, and Glee. What's odd is that, given my personal history and leanings, these should be instant wins. TV about show choir, dystopian science fiction, and zombies? Yes please. But each ended up being less than its potential in a way that just doesn't do it for me.

Battlestar Galactica –

I often have something on in the background (netflix or Hulu shows)

while I am editing photographs or ironing. Both are tasks that can be somewhat time consuming and repetitive. Having exhausted the available seasons of other shows I had taken a chance on (Dexter, Survivors, The Tudors), I went looking for something else. BSG had just been added to netflix, so I gave it a shot. A lot of my friends absolutely raved about the series, especially those who, like me, have at times exhibited tendencies toward unrepentant sci fi geekery. I liked the general concept, the new talk on the classic show, but it just didn't meet the bar that had been set for it. The acting is decent, with notable exceptions (ahem, Starbuck.). But overall, it quickly devolved, in the first season, into standard Star Trek-esque plot lines. If their ships had run on dilithium crystals, I'm sure they would have run out by episode three. Overall, it felt very much like the old post Star Trek TNG series. Not bad, light fare, but nothing weighty or outstanding. It's not bad, worth watching in a pinch, but I' never tune in specifically to see it. Just sort of generic sci fi to me. Maybe it gets better in later seasons, but I'm 10 episodes in and already I'm pretty damn tired of “OMG is he/she a Cylon??”.

The Walking Dead –

The Walking Dead, like about 85% of pop culture, especially movies, these days, started as a comic book. I had encountered it as a graphic novel form of the first however many issues before the series aired. The B&W style of the comic, while not being noted for fantastic art, served the purpose, but the characterization and suspense it generated were great. Like I've mentioned above, it kept you on the edge of your seat about the characters' fates. It was pretty good...for a comic book. I was warily optimistic of the movie version, even though the odds were against it [xv]. AMC has done some great things with fantastic shows like Breaking Bad and Mad Men, so I gave it a shot. Unfortunately, a combination of a somewhat shallow depth of material (great story, but not exactly literature) and an inexplicable decision to mostly abandon the plot and pacing of the original left the show somewhat messy. This was further compounded by a cast that really had no standout performances. It was sci fi made for TV movie caliber talent. Not what I'd expect from AMC. It was a great attempt, but failed a bit in execution. Survivors was much more compelling with only humans as sources of fear.

Glee –

And here's where the avalanche of hate mail would start if anyone actually read this blog. I preface this by saying I have eagerly watched the first season of Glee and part of the second, and probably will continue to do so, because despite its failings, the show has an exuberance that's just fun. But this falls strongly in the “guilty somewhat-of-a-pleasure” category. The main problem I have with Glee is the writing. The songs, the performances? For the most part they're very enjoyable. But the writing sometimes feels like they took a great premise and gave it over to fanboys to write. The continuity is non-existent. Characters act completely different from episode to episode, or do things to serve the storyline that bear no explanation in terms of their character. The dialogue is often laughably bad, even though the occasional joke hits home (though some borders on the offensive..."ha, she's a dumb cheerleader! or "hah, he's gay and that's funny".) This would be fine if the show was intended to be absurdist/non-realistic like “Community”. No one expects Community to make sense or questions bizarre events, because it's self-referential and it's not intended to be realistic. It's self-referential..it knows it's absurd and points it out on a regular basis. It's pure comedy. The problem with Glee is it doesn't know if it wants to be Community, Fame, or DeGrassi Junior High, and ends up trying to take the worst elements of all three and paste them together for long enough to bridge the gap to another song. There are some great performances on the show, but none of them are from the characters the show focuses on. It continually stresses a message of uniqueness and individuality, but you could swap out some clothes and update some dialogue and essentially you have a witless Breakfast Club with full-on stereotypes....Popular Jock! Pretty Popular Girl who's really Sad! Weird Girl! Sassy Black girl! Shallow Gay Guy! It's like they're animated characters. There's little if any development among the main characters. And that being said, one its ultimate failings, for me, is that I really don't LIKE many of its main characters that the show believes, sincerely, we should like. Mr. Shuster? Self-centered, living through his kids vicariously, hypocrite. He cheats, he disregards what his kids want to chase dreams from his past...and he treats everyone like a victim. Whenever anyone's in trouble, he has to save them. The character as portrayed is selfish and immature, even with moments of sacrifice. But we're expected to see him as a flawless hero. Other major characters are simply to bland or two dimensional to think about. Rachel is an ongoing shtick, Finn can't sing at all and never seems like he's actually there, Mercedes has an amazing voice but gets pigeonholed into “sassy black woman” as much as Kurt “gleefully” accepts the role of flaming, overly-melodramatic gay stereotype. Some great performances are put in for the Sue Sylvester, Puck, Quinn (less so), Emma, etc. When they let her get away form her over the top insanity, Sue Sylvester ends up being one of the most rounded characters on the show. Even when she and Will are sparring over his latest endeavor, part of me is saying “you know, she's kinda right...”. I watch the show for the up moments, and have resigned myself to the fact that it can't decide what it wants to be. But overall, I honestly can't say “this is a good show”, especially in the context of the hype. It's unique, but unique isn't enough if what's unique is how bad the writing is. It either needs to stop trying to be a dramatic comedy and cut out the ludicrously maudlin “after school special” moments that get sandwiched in, or really embrace a dual role as more than just an afterthought. Lastly, while I'm not even remotely a prude, there are a couple scenes, especially dealing with overly sexualized dance routines by the cheerios, where I thought...this is supposed to be about high schoolers, and it's remotely a family show, right? It just seemed out of place with the rest of the show. Oh, and Matt Rutherford. Who's matt, you might say? And rightfully so. Matt has the distinction of being the only full time, regular glee club member who got no character development. Having trouble remembering Matt? You're not alone. He's the dancing black guy who never talks, and then gets ousted without much explanation after season 1. He gets all of 1 line, and it's about 7 words long. Literally. Whole season, no talking or anything other than dancing around. I know not every character can get the limelight, but EVERY other character gets at least SOME subplot or attention...even Mike Chang the other "dancing footballer" gets to solo dance a lot, and makes it to season 2. Poor Matt, we hardly knew ye. Seriously, this is ridiculous writing.

Notes

[i]To say I've been busy as of late is like saying I may have slight concerns about Sarah Palin's presidential fitness or am slightly unnerved that Jersey Shore “star” Snooki has a book on the bestseller list; in all cases, an extreme understatement.

[ii]Most of which make Anne Rice's per-conversion, touchy-feely male vampire-centered, wish-fulfillment stuff from a decade earlier look like enduring literature by comparison. Vampires should, in my book, be merciless killers, not angsty teens who are dehydrated because all the water that enters their body leaves through their eyes. As Tears. Glittery, glittery tears.

[iii]When I heard the author was young, and from Houston, I went back and mentally added several more lines over that write-off, and salted the earth such that I thought no interest would ever grow in that mental space.

[iv]Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, and Sense and Sensibility and Sea Monsters. Hilarious in concept, not so much in execution.

[v]75% of the “TV” I watch these days is via Hulu/Netflix/etc., rather than on an actual TV. It reminds me of the old conundrum...if you have a boat that slowly has pieces replaced over years and years, to the point at which there is no piece of the original boat left, is it still the same boat? If you no longer watch television program on televisions, is it still watching TV?

[vi]Even though we may have fond sentimental memories of shows from that era, go back and find an episode of something like the A-Team, or Airwolf, or any other favorite. Literally almost unwatchable. For a “don't ever do this again” warning, go watch any episode of “Full House”. If you can make it through it without wincing I owe you a beer.

[vii] Or maybe it's just that TV has gone to the extremes, with Jersey Shore confidently entrenched in the shallow end of the pool.

[viii]The “villain” in the early part of the series has the characters totally overwhelmed because he has...a gun. Just the one gun. As compared to their American counterparts, who would have a bristling armory of weaponry ready to shoot anything that moves about three minutes after the outbreak cleared, it never occurs to the lead characters that THEY TOO COULD GET SOME GUNS. It speaks volumes about our respective societies. Personally, on my “when the zombies rise” to do list, “loot nearest gun store” is pretty high up there. But then, I live in Texas, so I'd have some catching up to do in the gun ownership department.

[ix] It's not animated, but aspects of the storyline, dystopian atmosphere, characterization are very akin to some of the more “westernized” anime like Cowboy Bebop, which, despite its silly name, and well, Edward, is about as fantastic an animated series as I've encountered. (It's like a Japanese bladerunner, but cooler and with great jazz.)

[x]If the new Decemberists album had dropped in December instead of January, they might be up for this spot with their fantastic comeback after Hazards of Love. HoL was great for what it is...an epic rock opera, but it's not in touch with what people listen to or how people listen to it. In 1977 this would have been revolutionary, but now it's like a lot of abstract art to me....I appreciate its quality, I recognize its artistry, but it doesn't move me...it doesn't reach me. I don't mind working to appreciate something, but there has to be some return on investment. I don't have time to spend on things that will only ever yield a spartan, emotionless appreciation.

[xi]Which I suspect are controlled by a switch on her back. The difference being they have trade out the “Whoa..” setting on her model for “hysterical yet unbelievably unemotional weeping”. It's like watching a toaster cry. Natalie would fail the Turing Test.

[xii]In that she essentially plays herself regardless of the role. It's not so much Mila Kunis/Tom Cruise as character X in Movie Y, it's “Oh hey, Mila/Tom showed up while they were shooting a movie, and decided to be walk-ons”. You never believe them as a character because it's always them. People label actors who lose themselves in roles as “character actors” as if it was a diminutive form of “actor”. Personally, I think they've got the relationship reversed.

[xiii]This is the traditional path of the horror/thriller who gives away the thrill too soon. The scariest parts of monster movies are before you see the monster. The suspense and the fear of the unknown are always scarier than the actuality. Once you've shown the monster, the only place left to go is gore/shock.

[xiv]Which mostly consists of keeping MTV loaded up for the “previous channel” button, so I can use Jersey Shore as a baseline if I need to put it in context.

[xv]It was to be a TV series, and of the big budget comic book movies, only one or two have, in my opinion, been watchable or true to their origins.

Decay

I've been thinking on a lot of things lately, especially as the stress of the holiday season sets in. Two of the themes that keep coming into my head in intersecting fashion are the complex systems that underlay our society and the general concept of decay. There is nothing that gives me more Reevesian “Whoa” moments, than thinking for any length on the increasingly complex, increasingly specialized, and increasingly decaying web of mechanical and electrical systems that we rely on to keep bright the light of civilization.

One of my favorite blogs is written by a photographer and writer with a fantastic talent for capturing sense of place and also the subtle decay and facades of our built environment. So with a nod to the good folks over at Are There Any More Cookies?, I'm going to swing this potentially dense and pretentious discussion toward another installment of the themed photo sets that I've indulged in lately. Here is my own take on decay. I'll tackle sense of place in another installment.

Negative Space

Wikipedia defines negative space as:

"Negative space, in art, is the space around and between the subject(s) of an image. Negative space may be most evident when the space around a subject, and not the subject itself, forms an interesting or artistically relevant shape, and such space is occasionally used to artistic effect as the "real" subject of an image."

This is a bit more high brow than my usual take on negative space, or perhaps more technical. A lot of my photography is pretty subject oriented, especially wildlife shots. I may show it off centered in its habitat, but the subject usually fills as much of the shot as my paltry 300mm lens can make it. That being said, there are times when the subject just really doesn't make sense out of the context of its greater surroundings. See? Now they have me doing it...in less technical terms, and more true to what's going through my head, I'd simply say, "sometimes you have to see the whole picture to appreciate a piece of it.".

So here's a few of my favorite shots that make a little use of negative space.

From top: Top of the World (Houston Skyline), Half Dome Sunrise, Reeds in Still Water, Hula Abstract, Evolution, Flatlands

Hiking, Sunday November 21

Coots in Evening Light

Nothing monumental for this post, just a look at what an average day of hiking in the area is for me [1].

I set out Sunday morning to hike down in Brazos Bend State Park[2]. On my way down I stopped to check out one of my favorite new places, the Project Brays Eldridge Road stormwater basin project[3].

Project Brays - Eldridge Stormwater basin project

I've watched the area being developed over the course of several years, slowly transforming form some vacant land to an intricate series of constructed wetlands, and (gasp) hills![4] Until recently, the area was un-mown, and hard to access, making it fantastic habitat. Smack dab in the middle of suburbs and commercial areas on all sides, I have seen a diversity of wildlife that rivals some of the wilder areas. Native grasses, raptors of all sorts, plentiful songbirds, skunks and other mammals, even a wintering flock of pelicans. It's been fun to watch it develop, and I hope they keep at least part of it wild [5]. That day I noted a Northern Harrier, American Kestrel, and some unexplainable sheep[6].

Cullinan Park

As I drove on down toward the coast, I made another short stop at Cullinan park, a small municipal facility comprised of not much more than a wood area surrounding a small lake[7]. However, it's kept fairly wild, allowing for some great habitat and walks[8]. In the winter, this place is duck central. I counted no less than 9 species of waterfowl in about 10 minutes time.

Finally I set out south for Brazos Bend.

Brazos Bend State Park

Brazos Bend State Park is a fantastic chunk of the coastal prairie, bottomland forest, and extensive wetlands that existed prior to development of the area. It's still buffered by a lot of undeveloped land around it, but every year the metropolis encroaches a bit more. However, being not far from the coast, and a large and inviting habitat, it is a birding hot spot [9] as well as home to a substantial population of American Alligators. I love this place.

I started the day there giving a short nature hike. I love getting out into the woods with people and getting them to look more closely at what's going on. I've had people complain that they "didn't see anything" when they were on the trail by themselves, only to be amazed that someone who knows (kinda) what to look for, can show them a multitude of life they walked right on by[10]. Some people don't like kids on hikes, but I don't mind them at all. In any group of kids, there's usually a know it all, and a smart-a$$, and a rebel, but there's usually one or two who spend most time watching the world around them intensely and soaking it in. They're the kids that I really like having along.

Upon return, I spent an hour or two introducing kids to snakes and baby alligators in the nature center before heading out on the trails. As much as I'm hiking for myself at that point, one look at a pseudo-uniform with badge, and it's amazing what sort of pent-up questions come pouring out of people. I've had some really great conversations when I'm out there, boots on the ground.

Sunday, not much was going on. Lots of gators out, but the birds were sheltering from a decent wind that kicked up. I rounded out the day with a sunset from our observation tower. Our tower is about 40' tall, and has a commanding look over a large lake and massive wetlands area. At sunset the view is amazing enough in and of itself, but winter sunsets come accompanied by hundreds of thousands of blackbirds[11] coming in to roost; long, unending streams coming in fro every cardinal direction, and swirling in vast swarms over the fields of wild rice. It's an amazing experience, and the noise is just short of deafening. It's impressive enough that even the vast winter flotillas of American Coots (see top picture) cross the road to get to deeper marsh.

On my way home, as the last light faded into twilight, I slowed down while passing an open section of prairie, waiting to see a large figure perched on top of a telephone pole. Sure enough, my normal "owl alley" did not disappoint, and I was treated to the soundless flight of a great horned owl passing over as my car startled it.

I can't help, these days, but to make mental notes of the animal species I see along the way. This was a good Sunday, as I recall seeing or hearing about 60 species in all. That's a decent amount of biodiversity for casual observation.

In relative order, I saw: Great Blue Herons, Little Blue Herons, Great Egrets, Snowy Egrets, Northern Harriers, Red-Tailed Hawks, Kildeer, American Kestrels, American Coots, Double-crested Cormorants, (domestic) Sheep, Longhorn cattle, Plecostomus sp. (dead), Belted Kingfishers, White Ibis, Yellow Rumped Warblers (myrtle), Mourning Doves, White-winged doves, Tri-colored Herons, American Crows, American Wigeon, Ring-necked ducks, Common Moorhen (common gallinules), Blue-winged Teal, Wood Ducks, Gadwall, Turkey Vultures, Black Vultures, Muscovy ducks, Black-bellied whistling ducks, American pipits, ruby-crested Kinglets, Golden-crowned Kinglets, Red-shouldered Hawks, Eastern Bluebird, Eastern Phoebes, Black-crowned Night Herons, American Bittern, Brown-headed cowbirds, Red-winged Blackbirds, Boat-tailed Grackles, Common Grackles, Starlings, Blue-grey Gnatcatchers, Great Horned Owl, Pied-billed grebes, White-faced Ibis, Roseate Spoonbill, Carolina Chickadee, some species of Skink, Yellow Sulphur butterfly, Monarch (or viceroy) Butterfly, Common Buckeye butterflies, more than one species of "lady bug", red-eared Slider turtles, Cattle Egrets, Eastern Grey Squirrels, Bullfrogs, and, of course, a large number of Alligator mississippiensis.

Whew. Quite a day. And I didn't even get down to Quintana, but that's a place and story for another post...

NOTES -

[1] I try to get out hiking at least once a week. While the area doesn't have much in the way of fantastic landscape, it does have a pretty good selection of parks. Being a naturalist at heart, I don't need towering mountains (per se), as long as there is wildlife. And the Houston area has wildlife, albeit mostly avian

[2] I volunteer there as a naturalist, leading hikes, teaching kids in the nature center, being a roving interpreter of nature on the trails, that sort of thing.

[3] Ok, so that's not the most inviting name, but I swear it's cool. It's part of a series of flood control projects on Brays Bayou that focuses on multi-use facilities, rather than the unfortunate traditional flood control method of channelizing and coating with concrete all natural channels to move water more quickly. These sites are designed to provide natural filtration and slow water release through retention, to relieve flooding, create habitat, clean the water, and serve as recreation. My hat's off to you, Harris County Flood Control District! A much more rational approach than the usual "build anything you want in the floodplain, we'll just move the water faster" mindset of generations past.

[4] We do not have topography here. Standing on a hill, I'm pretty sure I can see to Dallas.

[5] Unfortunately, they've started to convert bits of it into parkland, so we'll see how long this fantastic closed ecosystem lasts. In some similar projects, they have reserved a section as wild, which would be fantastic here.

[6] I'm fairly sure these aren't native, but man, wouldn't that be an awesome argument for preserving habitat.

[7] Which kept me sane at my old job, which was located about a mile away from it. When affluent suburbia got me down, it was nice to have a small refuge.

[8] Most famously, this is the park in which a sign indicating that alligators are present in the water is located quite near a bench which is placed only a foot or two from the water's edge. That's some fine planning, boys:)

[9] Over 300 species are seen at some time of the year, with massive fall and spring migrations.

[10] This is why I will never be a really good "destination" hiker. One new bird, or cool amphibian, or unknown insect crosses my path, and my progress screeches to a halt. A recent hike up Half Dome with some other hikers made me pretty aware that the "naturalists' pace" is decidedly not the "destination hikers' pace".

[11] The mixed flocks of blackbird species are themselves witness to the biodiversity of the area, often containing Brown-headed cowbirds, red-winged blackbirds, common grackles, boat-tailed grackles, starlings, and even a couple errant migrants. You know you're making progress when you can start to pick out individual species from the vast skies full of swirling black shapes in low light.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Blackbirds on Early Winter Fields

As I write this, I am working my way toward an early morning flight to NY for Thanksgiving. There's nothing quite like NY in autumn, especially as the splendor of fall leaves winds down toward Thanksgiving, when the cold nights bring on a sort of after-the-party melancholy that simultaneously has a clarity and warm sentimentality bundled with it. At least for me.

Thanksgiving is probably my favorite holiday because it doesn't need distractions. No gifts, no heavy metaphor, just a few days of family, food, and rest before insanity of the Christmas onslaught begins.

So, I hope this finds you and your family well. Here's a few pictures from Thanksgivings past, and I wish you all a happy holiday.

From top: Last Leaves, Early Snow, November Path, Turkey!, Cold Landscape

All images copyright Justin Bower, All rights reserved.

Winter Colors

Winter Sky Palette, Brazos Bend State Park

Photos Copyright Justin Bower, all rights reserved. Click on them to see larger versions.

One of the things I do appreciate about the pseudo-winter of Houston is the colors of sunset. More often than not, our “winter” skies at sunset are cloudless. The sunsets are not as dramatic as the brightly lit pantheons of blazing clouds form other seasons, but they form fantastic color gradients. Sometimes subtle, sometimes massive color shifts, but always gradual from sky to ground.

From Start: Primary Sky, Elm Lake Sunset, River of Birds, Purple Haze

Even unedited, the colors are pronounced through the (relatively) less humid air. At a time when the landscape is not especially attractive to photograph, the color shifts make for some nice abstracts. It’s an interesting counterpoint to the subdued earth tones of the landscape.

From Start: Winter Grasses, Reeds and Sky, Last Light on Winter Fields, In the Gloaming

Intermission

I've been taking a quick break from regular posting as I'm caught up in a heavy workload, and have been editing pictures form a recent Yosemite trip.

In the interim, maybe you check out my other blog?

http://fieldnotesfromtherepublic.blogspot.com

Nature and wildlife and such.

Also, I know the joke is old hat, and in general I don't find auto-tuned Youtube videos very funny, but I can't get this song out of my head.

Where the Wild Things Are (Sierras edition)

When I recently took a trip to Yosemite National Park with my wife (Details of the trip itself at inmediasresblog.blogspot.com), one of the many reasons for anticipation was the chance to see some western[i] species. While we didn't spend a lot of time specifically looking for wildlife while we were there, we did manage to see a couple of cool, new (to me) species.

Birds

While I’m not a birder by specialty[ii], birds are so varied and visible[iii] that one passively encounters quite a few[iv] just by standing in a given location and being conscious[v]. I have not been out west (with the exception of a quick trip to Seattle) since I started “birding”, so I was looking forward to western birds in general, and especially the sub-alpine and alpine species that Yosemite might yield up. I ended up having very little time to go out specifically looking for birds, and the persistently rainy weather didn't help. However, we ended up getting fairly lucky. I counted a Western scrub jay at a friend’s house in Sacramento before we even got to the Park, and I logged 9 new species, and a great picture of a common raven[vi] over the course of our time in Yosemite. Common Ravens and Brewer’s blackbirds were everywhere in Yosemite Valley, and there were several Stellar’s Jays about as well. I managed to get some decent shots of White-headed woodpeckers in Mariposa Grove, a Brown Creeper at the base of Yosemite Falls, and several Sooty Grouse and a Clark’s Nutcracker at the base of the final ascent for Half-Dome. I finished out the trip with a flock of Spotted Towhees in a pile of bracken in Cook’s Meadow.

Mammals

There are a lot of rodents in California. A lot[vii]. I encountered several squirrel or squirrel-like animals in various elevations. The California Ground Squirrels were persistent little things, completely habituated to human presence in the Valley. Making sandwiches in the morning outside our tent required constant vigilance, as they would often team up and create distractions, and were not fazed at all by human aggression. In the Mariposa Grove, we found both Douglas Squirrels, with their elfin ears and voracious appetite for pine cones, and Lodgepole Chipmunks, who didn't hesitate to make their annoyance at our presence known. We saw several Western Grey Squirrels, but I didn't managed to catch one on “film”.

There are also supposedly a lot of black bears in Yosemite. However, despite omnipresent bear lockers, “speeding kills bears” road signs[viii], and tons of bear-themed merchandise, we didn't see or hear a single bear. Sadly, even with hordes of sticky, unwashed children in tents nearby, no bears took the bait and wandered in. One evening I did wake up to hear a rustle behind our tent, and then a steady deep grunting. Much to my disappointment, however, it turned out just to be the heavyset man in the tent behind us snoring it up to beat the band.

While we missed out on the bears, we made up for it with copious Mule Deer. The deer seemed to also be fairly domesticated in the valley, with small herds roaming through Yosemite Village. However, we did encounter many in the wild, and had one great encounter with a fawn at close range on the Mist Trail to Half-Dome. My favorite encounter of the trip occurred on our arrival, as we were walking through the dark[ix]way in to our campsite, in the midst of crowds of people, a Ringtail darted between trees and into the forest. At first I thought it was one of the almost tame Raccoons that infest Curry Village, but its long ringed tail and lemur-esque appearance ruled that out. It was a rare treat[x] to see this elusive nocturnal species, especially in such an unlikely place.

Everything Else

Sadly, we didn't encounter much else of Animalia. Insects seemed to be in hiding from the sudden coldsnap, and while we had more than our fair share of water, amphibians and reptiles were nowhere to be seen. The sole representative of the rest of these teeming categories of life was a Western Fence Lizard I found sunning itself at about 8000 ft. above sea level on the trail to Half-Dome.

All in all, a great trip and a great introduction to western wildlife of the Sierras.

Notes

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[i] The continental divide and related factors lead to variations of familiar species, and separate spheres for region specific species. Many of the ho hum bird species of the eastern areas are novel for westerners, and vice versa

[ii] These protestations are starting to wear thin, as I accumulate more and more birds. I’ll be co-leading a Christmas Bird Count for the Audubon Society this year.

[iii] Especially in the daytime, unlike many wild mammals.

[iv] Which is why I think birding is so easy to get into. You can see a lot without a lot of expertise in finding birds. A backyard feeder may draw a dozen different species in a day. That sort of return on investment is much harder to imagine in, say, herpetological pursuits.

[v] In Texas you can accumulate even more while unconscious. Unfortunately, they will likely all be Cathartes aura and/or Coragyps atratus.

[vi] My previous shot of a common raven was about three steps below the usual crytobiotic standard set by Sasquatch/Nessie/etc.

[vii] Admittedly, it’s a big state, and admittedly, Rodents is a pretty big group. But there are 98 species in California, and that’s not even counting rodent-like species such as voles, etc. For comparison, New York state has less than 25 species.

[viii] As noted on the other blog, I think it’s just irresponsible to let bears drive to begin with, even at safe speeds.

[ix] Stan, you weren’t kidding about needing to get there before dark set. 120 was a blast that evening.

[x] We confirmed our sighting with a Ranger the next day, who said in all her time there, she’d only seen one once. When we told her how we had seen one within 20 minutes of being in the park, I think we broke her heart just a little bit.