Nature as Art

Recent article in the NYTimes about Jim Toia’s work

I liked this part about getting to know nature:

He had what he calls his “first serious interaction” with one of the creatures that would inspire his imagination in high school, at the Lawrenceville School.

“I was looking out the window and I saw this amanita muscaria,” he recalled; a mushroom. “It was a beautiful thing, and I looked it up and found out that it was poisonous. It could actually kill you with one bite. That was a miraculous moment for me.”

Vulpes vulpes!

On Friday morning while visiting the former Bushkill Park site (with Jackie, Lori, and Jeremy), we saw a red fox run dash across the back meadow and scoot under an old building. Today I decided to take a break from grading papers and sit by Bushkill Creek with my camera for a while. This was on a patch of preserved land a little downstream of the Park. Had some nice views of nature, and none other than Vulpes vulpes himself as I headed back to my car. He turned tail quickly and melted into the woods.

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Nature controlling other nature

 

This morning I went home for the weekend. I was interested to see how a month of Cultures of Nature would change my perspective on the nature I grew up in for 20 years. Sure enough when I stepped out of my car and did a 360 I noticed an Evergreen (pretty sure it is an Evergreen) tree in my neighbors side yard. It had been overtaken by ivy vines. It may be difficult to tell from these photos but the greenish blue of the Evergreen is barely visible because the ivy has just completely overtaken it.

In class we have discussed how nature has a tendency to take back control from humans (as we saw in Ginny’s Gorp a few weeks ago). Seeing this ivy vine take control of a strong and old Evergreen made me think about how nature can even take control over itself. Ivy is not the only plant that does so as we have seen along the Bushkill Creek, Japanese Knotweed is invading and controlling that environment.

Is this ivy another balancing act put on by nature? Should we let this happen or should my neighbor have intruded and trimmed the tree when he first saw the ivy growing?

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citizen science

Russell’s book got me thinking about who is it that is doing citizen-science, since much of science is still dominated by white males, and to a lesser extent white females. It would seem that a positive attribute of citizen science is that it should remove most of the academic/economic/social (i.e. college degree) obstacles to participation in natural science, and thereby possibly appeal to folks from all walks of life. Indeed I did find several references to this while cruising the internet looking at citizen-science projects. This Hudson River Eel Project sounds particularly cool to me (cooler than tiger beetles). Here is a NYTimes op-ed about the project – well-worth a read.

In related matters, the other evening I saw entomologist Doug Tallamy (author of “Bringing Nature Home“, excerpts of which we will read later) speak about the ecological impacts of non-native plants in our home landscapes. Much of his data has been generated on his own 10-acre property, and he mentioned that he runs a citizen-science project, where people submit pictures of birds with insects in their bills, and he identifies the insects. It turns out that caterpillars (rich in protein, fats, and carotenoids) are really important in the diet of songbirds during the nesting season, and if there are no native trees and shrubs, there are very few caterpillars to be had, and thus few birds. Sounds like another version of Silent Spring? Here’s a description of his project.

Can we own nature?

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Yesterday, I bought a fish. I’ve had many pets before but this was the first animal that I myself purchased. It was a very weird experience. The idea that I have the entitlement  to walk into a store, randomly pick one of the fish who was randomly circling the tank with all of the other fish, and then to take him home with me gave me a weird sense of power, for a lack of better words. I was very aware of my position at the top of the food chain for this little guy, who had no say in why he was chosen or brought home with me. What gives me the right to own him, to call him mine and have other humans look at him as my “property?”

Even with all of these questions and misgivings, I am still more than excited to have a fish. I spent probably too much time last night just sitting and watching him explore his bowl.