Jan 172014
 

Shaman

Lately I have been pondering the analogy of the photographer as shaman.  In many indigenous cultures, particularly those in northern Asia and parts of North and South America, shamans were guides and healers who would venture into the spirit world underlying everyday reality in order to bring back messages to restore order and balance to an individual or group.  They would alter their consciousness, passing into a trance by such means as drumming, chanting, and/or the ingestion of hallucinogens.   Within a trance state, they would encounter and interact with spiritual beings and forces, gathering the information needed to solve community problems and benefit others.

In many ways, of course, my outing to Piney Woods Church Road is anything but a shamanic journey of “religious ecstasy” (as the late historian Mercea Eliade wrote).   I do not chant or drum while walking the roadway, though I might hum a bit or even talk to myself from time to time.  Nor do I ingest anything out of the ordinary before setting out — maybe a cup of coffee or tea, but nothing more.  What I return with — a collection of digital images — isn’t intended to solve any of the world’s ills or heal anyone.  Yet I have found that much of my time spent walking Piney Woods Church Road from one end to the other and back, I spend noticing my surroundings in a way that is different from how I go through the rest of my day, and different from how I would notice (or fail to notice) the same road during countless dog walks over the past seven years.  My eye is drawn to unusual compositions, and I feel compelled to engage with the place in different ways.  Yesterday I lay down at the end of a driveway to photograph the landscape at eye level, a concrete wasteland with a line of pines beyond.  Certainly, what I bring back continues to seem more amazing and delightful than I would have expected as a result of venturing there before beginning this project.  Does the landscape of such a seemingly nondescript gravel road really offer all that?  So far, I have gathered sixteen very different images to share on this blog (plus three extras, including the photo at the start of this article, taken on January 15th).  In my opinion, they are among the best photographs I have ever taken.  Yet I have over the years traveled the world in search of its wonders (particularly geological ones), from Australia and New Zealand to Belize and Bolivia, and from Arizona and California to Florida and Maine.

Certainly I do not enter the spirit world on any of my outings.  I remain firmly grounded in the everyday of my small corner of Fulton County, in the Piedmont of Georgia.  On my walk I see potholes and mud, barbed wire and drooling cows.  Yet I still find wonders there, hiding beneath the first glance we might make.  A pine warbler perches for just a moment on a fence wire, and a persimmon leaf lit from behind by the morning sun looks like a stained glass window.  Slowing down, lost in the moment, I find flow, as Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi terms it, a condition of heightened focus and immersion in our surroundings.  In the state of flow, creative and wonderful experiences can happen, and happiness be found.

Unlike the shaman who acts primarily to aid others, the daily journeys I take are ultimately for my own benefit.  They are intended to help me develop a discipline I have previously been lacking, committing me to a project that requires daily engagement with my immediate environment.  From the very beginning, I gambled that the benefits I would receive from my discoveries along the way would outweigh the sacrifices I must make, particularly an entire year spent without taking any trips longer than a day or so.  Thus far, I feel that I have been repaid for my efforts, in spades.  And I have been delighted to find that readers to my blog have enjoyed the photos I have shared.  (I have found that cows and sunsets tend to be the biggest hits — I await a composition involving both.)  Perhaps that instinct that urges many of us to hit the road from time to time in our lives might be met much closer to home than we might imagine.  Something akin to a shamanic journey might be possible without even leaving our own neighborhoods.

Jan 162014
 

I have wandered by this wild winter grass — still clutching much of its seed — for sixteen days now, and I have even photographed it on several occasions.  Today, I finally add it to the Piney Woods Church Project image collection.  While I had long appreciated its beautiful seed heads in the late afternoon light, I had never stopped to wonder what it is called, and whether it is invasive or wild.  After some online research, I discovered that it is called wood oats, along with a host of other common names, such as Indian wild oats, Northern sea oats, and river oats.  To avoid confusion, I suppose I ought to call it by its scientific name of Chasmanthium latifolium instead, but this translates into the rather non-poetic “gaping flower fat leaf.”  The grass is native to damp wooded places in the southeastern United States.  It reseeds itself quite readily, and manages to grow practically anywhere, including along this roadside in Chattahoochee Hills, Georgia.

Wood Oats

Jan 152014
 

This morning I kept noticing fine vines, twisting and turning, along the roadside all around me.  Some of them I have photographed many times already; others I encountered for the first time today.  Against the sky, many appeared to be aerial calligraphy, though I could not decipher their meanings.

Air-abesque

Jan 142014
 

After a light rain yesterday evening, today was a clear-blue sky day.  I set off late in the afternoon to see what I might discover along Piney Woods Church Road.  I took quite a few stand-by photographs, and also found an unopened cocoon — probably belonging to a saturniid moth — suspended from the top of a winter weed.  While intriguing from a natural history perspective, the cocoon simply would not yield a good photo.  Indeed, it was a day of many shots coming close, but not quite working out.  As usual, the principle of taking lots of images and trusting the odds came to my rescue.  Near Rico Road, I photographed a sweetgum seed pod hanging from its stem about ten feet above the ground.  Since it was well out of my reach, I photographed it with my zoom lens, not the macro +4 I have been using of late.  I love the deep blue sky in this photo.

Sweetgum Ornament

Jan 132014
 

On a warmish and grayish morning, I set out to see what I could find happening along Piney Woods Church Road.  I re-took several photographs whose images will likely appear in this blog sometime this year — resurrection ferns, lichens, and an endless array of leaves, vines, and stalks of winter weeds.  I photographed the ripple marks in the rut at the end of the road again — the water has mostly dried up, although additional rain is expected overnight.  In the end, though, I did not choose any of those subjects for today.  Instead, I offer this white cow in a field most of the way toward Rico Road.  It lounged in the field like a cow sculpture, not even moving (or blinking, as far as I could see) while I wandered by and snapped several photos.  What was it thinking as it gazed at me?

The Thinker

Jan 122014
 

Bright mid-morning sunshine greeted my arrival at Piney Woods Church Road today.  The road was no longer covered with flowing water, and yesterday’s water droplets were gone.  Still, I found plenty to photograph, including various vines, resurrection ferns, and reflections in the water remaining in roadside ditches.  Toward the end of my walk, a persimmon leaf, still attached to a sapling and still mostly dark green, beckoned me.  I took out my +10 macro lens — one that actually has to be pressed into the subject of the image in order to achieve focus — and took several images of the leaf.  The result is this leafscape, vibrant with color in the midst of a drab Georgia winter.

Persimmon Leafscape

Jan 122014
 

Dung BeetleDung Beetle 2

 

One year ago, scientists announced their discovery of the first animal ever observed using the light of the Milky Way galaxy as an aid to navigation.  This same organism also uses the Sun and Moon to guide it on its journey.  The animal in question is not a mammal or a bird, but a lowly dung beetle, an insect which (as its name suggests) feeds on excrement, and spends much of its life preparing balls of excrement to feed its young after they have hatched.  While scientists do not believe that their eyes can detect individual stars, the beetles can perceive the gradient of light that our home galaxy traces across the night sky.  As it rolls its ball of dung away from the source, the dung beetle will stop and climb to the top of the ball, in order to determine which way to go.  This insures that the dung beetle will continue to move away from the original excrement source, rather than risk running into other dung beetles all clamoring for their share of the prize.

This is an article in praise of dung beetles.  Often overlooked, maligned, and even ridiculed, these beetles have, for millions of years, quietly roamed the Earth (and burrowed into it), feeding on animal waste and using it to rear their young.  In doing so, they help to clean up the environment and reduce the risk of disease.  Not only is dung beetle behavior fascinating (many males will use horns on their head to spar with each other over females, for instance), but many dung beetles are quite beautiful, as well.

One of the most common, and intriguing, of the New World dung beetles is the rainbow scarab beetle, Phanaeus vindex, shown in the accompanying photos.  About the size of a dime, this beetle is common across much of the country, from Arizona to Florida and north to Michigan and Vermont.  Few people here in the US raise them for a hobby (which is true of beetles in general), although this author is thinking about doing so.  Obviously, there are obstacles, but not enough to prevent the serious beetle enthusiast from having a go at it.  As the foremost expert on beetle husbandry, Orin McMonigle, remarks in his magnum opus, The Ultimate Guide to Breeding Beetles, “The idea of handling dung does not appeal to everyone.”  But “when a person moves past the dung aversion, these beetles prove very interesting.”  In fact, they can be “curious, active, and comical captives.”

Dung beetles are perhaps the most historic of all insects.  Revered more than four thousand years ago by the ancient Egyptians as a symbol of eternal life, scarabs (as dung beetles are also called) are commonly depicted in their paintings, statues, and jewelry.   Dung beetles have a four-part life cycle, passing from egg to larva to pupa to adult.  During the pupa stage, the beetles appear mummy-like; emerging from the pupa, the adults rise up out of the ground to begin the search for dung.  It is likely that dung beetle pupae inspired the Egyptians to mummify their dead, while the adult beetles’ emergence into daylight evokes the mythological emergence of the dead into the afterlife.

Phanaeus vindex has, too, carries traces of ancient history.  The genus Phanaeus, meaning “bringing light”, was named after the sun god of the ancient Greeks.  The species name, vindex, is Latin, and means “protector”, perhaps because the rainbow scarab performs the necessary function of cleaning up dung, or maybe because of the male beetle’s prominent curved horn.  Males come in two types – a characteristic called allometry.  Some have long horns, and others have much shorter ones.  When the beetle larvae have access to plenty of nutrients, they develop long horns; when nutrients are scarcer, they develop shorter ones.   The longer-horned ones wind up battling each other for mates.  The shorter-horned ones don’t always lose out, though.  They tend to develop faster and emerge earlier from the ground, so they sometimes get to the females first.  If that fails, they rely on stealth – trying to sneak past two males with locked horns to reach the waiting female.

The life of a Phanaeus vindex centers on the quest for excrement.  The beetles are equipped with highly sensitive antennae that enable them to locate the freshest, most nutrient-rich dung possible.  Some will even perch on a plant branch, antennae at the alert, waiting to detect the scent of newly-deposited dung wafting in the breeze.  After locating a promising source, rainbow scarabs will begin constructing tunnels in which to deposit their find, and where the females will subsequently lay their eggs.  (After the eggs hatch, the larvae will remain underground, feeding on the dung, until they pupate, turn into adults, and emerge to start the excrement search again.)  In the wild, male and female dung beetles have been observed working together to construct nesting tunnels.  Strangely enough, once placed together in captivity, a male and female pair of beetles will ignore each other, and the female will do all of the nest-building work.

Yet another unusual quality of Phanaeus vindex is that the beetles are vibrotaxic.  This means that that they can detect, and respond to, vibrations in their environment.  A rhythmic tapping on the side of a beetle enclosure will cause its occupants to move in unison with the beat.  Stop tapping, and the beetles stop moving, like children playing “Red Light / Green Light.”  Scientists theorize that this behavior helps the beetles avoid predators, such as lizards, mice, and birds.

Dung beetles have fascinating behaviors and sport eye-catching metallic colors.  Ultimately, however, dung beetles are worthy of merit simply because all living things are.  All organisms on Earth participate in a complex web of ecological relationships of which we, too, are a part.  As Arthur Evans and Charles Bellamy explain at the close of their book, An Inordinate Fondness for Beetles, “…beetles play a significant part of a seasonal exchange between earth and sky, a pulse in the cycle of life.  Each beetle is but part of a population and embodies the sum total of its evolutionary history and potential.  Each population interacts with the others, including our own, and with the soil and atmosphere in a multiplicity of interrelationships that melt seamlessly into one another.  We can take solace in beetlephilia.”

This article was originally published on February 18, 2013.  Both photographs are copyright Valerie Hayes. 

Jan 112014
 

Eleven days into my Piney Woods Church Road project, and already I feel compelled to break my self-imposed rule of only posting one photo per day.  I find this image so haunting and disturbing that I feel compelled to share it, yet I find it too dark for my 365 project.  What makes this picture so troubling?  It is only a shriveled oak leaf, somehow caught up in the tendril of a greenbrier.  Or is it?

Strange Leaf

Jan 112014
 

The tumultuous thunderstorm of early morning had passed, and the fog was lifting.  I arrived at Piney Woods Church Road to discover, quite literally, a river running through it — flowing down the roadway and into the very same ruts that had been covered in ice just a few days before (see Day Seven).  Now, the rut held a lovely pattern of ripple marks, sedimentary structures formed by the action of water flowing across the silt of the roadbed.  I tried to take a photo of the ripple marks without any reflections present, mostly for my own appreciation as a geologist.  But each time I attempted to do so, I ended up in the photograph, regardless of which side of the rut I stood, or how wet my feet became in the process.  Ironically, the result was this delightful self-portrait.

Stuck in a Rut