Monday, November 2nd, 2009

Circular Time

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In which I digress (much) further about the not-coming apocalypse.

This is long. Sorry. I tried to break it into two parts, but it just wasn’t happening. Thanks in advance for your kind attention.

The Popol Vuh is the Mayan creation myth. The version available to us today was written in secret between the years 1554 and 1558 by three anonymous philosopher-priests of the Maya religion, during the early years of the Spanish occupation of Mexico, when Catholic missionaries under Friar Diego de Landa were systematically destroying all evidence they could find of indigenous religion and culture. In order to preserve it, the authors of the Popol Vuh spirited it away somewhere in the Guatemalan city of Chichicastenango (underneath a Christian altar, perhaps, as was a favorite tactic of the Maya, preserving the old beneath the new) until 1701, when it was discovered, copied, and translated from the original Roman alphabet transliteration of Quiché into Spanish by Francisco Ximenes, another Catholic friar. His copy is the only one that survives today.

All of which is to say that the contents of the Popol Vuh as we know them have been deeply, irrevocably compromised by the influence of a conquering culture. Some evidence mitigating against this has come to light fairly recently: a stucco frieze dating from before 100 BC has been uncovered in the ruined Mayan city of Mirador, which depicts in detail a scene from the Twin Gods cycle of the Popol Vuh myth. That’s some impressive continuity, considering what an incredibly diverse range culture and belief can be seen across mesoamerica—even from one Mayan sacred site to the next. Still, there is a huge gulf of uncertainty in the 1600 years between those two points, and in the 450 years between then and the winter solstice, 2012. And it’s exactly that kind of gulf from which new-agey doomsday conspiracy theories are born.

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Monday, October 12th, 2009

Writing Spider

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Argiope aurantia

Yes, it is actually called that. Because of the white jagged line it sews into its web, which I suppose is for stability, but on the other hand may be there in order to contribute to the already hypnotic effect had by the tattoo on its back depicting the spider’s Lovecraftian collective alien hive-mind deity, Atlach-Nacha, aka Iktomi, aka Xochiquetzal.

Wednesday, August 19th, 2009

Yellow-Tipped Coral Mushroom

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Ramaria formosa
Haydenville, MA, mixed hemlock, eastern red oak forest, 20 yards from a beaver swamp.

A poisonous mushroom the size of my head with the texture of freshly lab-grown human flesh. This is the same mushroom from two angles. Click the thumbs to look at the full-size photos.

I’m finally halfway learning how to use the manual focus on my camera, which is no doubt clear from the encroachment of blur into these photos. Thing looks like some kind of crazy colony of sentient interdimensional alien mushrooms manipulating the fabric of space-time.

Still fuzzy about F-stop.

Painted Suillius

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Suillius pictus
Graves Farm Sanctuary, Haydenville, MA, mixed hemlock, white pine and birch forest.

The suillii were everywhere in the woods this week—the driest, hottest week in awhile. The chanterelles, which thrived on practically the same ground just a few weeks before, were barely in evidence.

I’ve eaten painted suillius many times, prepared several ways—raw, as a pizza topping, sauteed in olive oil and butter and chilled for summer sandwiches–and I prefer them to every other mushroom I’ve tasted. With the possible exception of porcini pickled in light vinegar. Raw, they taste like what I imagined the ideal wild mushroom to taste like before I ever had one: nutty, earthy in the way of a portobello, rich like slightly burned butter, yet light in texture. The earthiness they impart to a robust, chunky pizza sauce…well, mmm. And sauteed, they turn creamy dark brown and become thick and chewy like a sauteed portobello. I make myself drool thinking about it.

Still, though—don’t go eating mushrooms you find in the woods, even if they look exactly like this, unless you actually know what you’re doing. Thanks.

Sunday, June 28th, 2009

Hemlock Varnish Mushroom

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Ganoderma tsugae
Mt. Toby Reservation, Sunderland, MA

These are smooth and soft to the touch, firm like a piece of cork. They grow pretty exclusively on hemlock—living wood or rotten. They’re inedible, but are ascribed medicinal properties when taken in the form of a tea or extract. Have not tried that yet.

I also read of one guy who puts it in his homebrew. Haven’t tried that either.


Before they get bigger, they look like this. This is from the other side of Mt. Toby back in May.

Sunday, June 21st, 2009

Tree Fist, with Padlock

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Hale Reservation, Westwood, MA

What would happen if you opened it? And who has the key?

Happy Solstice.

Sunday, May 31st, 2009

Black Rat Snake

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Elaphe obsoleta obsoleta
Bull Hill, Mt. Toby Reservation, dry hemlock and white oak forest.

Monday, May 18th, 2009

Fiddleheads

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Fiddleheads are actually the immature young curled-up tops of Ostrich fern, Matteuccia struthiopteris, so-called because the fronds look like ostrich feathers when full-grown.

I found these on the Long Trail ridge in central Vermont at about 2,500 feet elevation, in rocky soil among hemlock, beech and gray birch. They are 2 to 4 inches high, and the fiddle part is about 1 inch in diameter. They grow inside a fibrous brown casing, which you’re supposed to submerge in water and scrub off before eating. I tried some as they were, picked right from the trailside (which apparently you’re not supposed to do—carcinogens bah) and they were quite tasty, like a lemony spinach, though the brown stuff made them somewhat scratchy going down. I also had some for dinner the other night, steamed, then sauteed in butter and garlic. After cooking they lose some of the citrus flavor and become nuttier.

If you’re going to pick fiddleheads for eating, by the way, los eeenternets inform me that it’s best for the plants if you only pick 2 or 3 fiddles from each, so as not to damage the population for the future. You can see in my picture that there are five little fiddles in a bunch—apparently, underground they all come from one plant. I picked two, the tallest ones, and left the others alone.

Wednesday, April 29th, 2009

Some Curly Fern or Other

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Sandy upland forest, mixed hemlock and beech.

I hear there are forty different fern species native to Western Mass. I do not own a fern book as yet. But here’s a big old list of latin names and undecipherable plant anatomy vocab if you’re interested</a>.

I would like to note that this is the most in-focus picture I’ve ever taken of a detailed tiny thing. Satisfying!

Tuesday, February 24th, 2009

Buddha Finds This Hilarious

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Monday, February 9th, 2009

Window Birds

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I figured out how to take halfway decent pictures of birds in the cherry and shag birch trees outside my kitchen even with screens in the way. I realize they are just your run of the mill songbirds, but around this time of February, with the snow piled as high as it is and not much sign of letting up, even silent winter songbirds start looking pretty interesting. I like the way they get all fluffy when it’s cold.


A Northern Mockingbird, mimus polyglottos


And a Northern Carndinal female.

I also see a lot of jays, bluebirds, dark-eyed juncoes, goldfinches, nuthatches, tufted titmice. Maybe if I really start to go stir crazy I’ll try to take pictures of all of them.

Sunday, January 11th, 2009

Nocturnes?

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Yeah. I’m a Whistler fan.


Birch and oak near dark.


Shadows of my backyard apple tree by the almost-full moon.


The tree casting the shadow.

Sunday, December 21st, 2008

The Penguin of Sterility Compels You

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Yes, thank you, I am perfectly aware that it’s a kangaroo.

Happy solstice.

Wednesday, December 3rd, 2008

Planetary Convergence

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I took this Monday at about 6:30 PM in the Southwest. Clockwise, the moon, Jupiter, and Venus.

Obviously the Great Shift is near to hand.

Sunday, November 2nd, 2008

Tzompantli Pumpkin

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Tzompantli is the nahuatl word for a wooden rack used by the Zapotecs and Toltecs for the decorative architectural display of sacrificed human heads—images of which appear all over Central America in pre-Colombian stone carvings, murals, and scrolls, and no doubt have had at least some small influence on the modern celebration of the day of the dead.

Sunday, October 26th, 2008

Maize God Bows to Death God

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Maize God trying forlornly to get used to his new winter abode on the window-bench above the Sandman comics.

This week I declared garden season officially over, so dug up and brought in some herbs: chives, parsley, rosemary, basil, and oregano. Maize God, Owl and Jasper came in too. Though the lemon thyme is still out there waiting. Ran out of potting medium. Amazingly, though there has been frost practically every night for the last couple of weeks, the sun gold tomato plant in the pot outside my front door still produces a new tomato every few days. Not the most delicious tomato ever, but I am impressed with its resilience.

We had a monster of a windstorm last night—one of those weird, last-gasp summer thunderstorms where the power goes out, the branches batter the window screens, and it’s 30 degrees warmer than it ought to be. Which is how I found myself sitting about drinking barleywine in the dark, flipping through precolombian art books by candlelight for pumpkin-carving inspiration, and taking low-light photos of my apartment to pass the time.

Look what popped up in my email this morning, thanks to my “mossy skull” Google alert:

Monday, October 20th, 2008

Dancing Crow Pumpkin

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This may or may not be my official pumpkin carving for the season. I have wild ambitions for something really complicated, a cylindrical frieze featuring the Mayan death god. But that will require several hours of dedicated free time, and considering how neglected this here blog has been of late, such time may never materialize.

So just in case I never get around to it: Happy Hallowe’en! Grab that fiddle and a jug of barley-wine and head down to the fields for a moon dance!

Cold Mountain water
the jade merchant’s daughter
Mountains of the Moon,
Elektra, bow and bend to me
Hi ho the Carrion Crow
Folderol-de-riddle
Hi Ho the Carrion Crow
Bow and bend to me

—Robert Hunter, “Mountains of the Moon”

Sunday, October 5th, 2008

Ye Annual Crawlies

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Yar. Tis the season.


Banded Tussock Moth Caterpillar, Halysidota tessellaris


Hickory Tussock Moth Caterpillar, Lophocampa caryae


Elm Sawfly Larva, Cimbex americana

Sunday, September 14th, 2008

Fire Wheel Burning in the Air

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Thursday, September 4th, 2008

Late Summer Mushrooms 2

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Hen of the Woods aka Maitake. Edible and delicious.
Grifola frondosa
Oak and red pine forest, Satans Kingdom, Westwood, MA


Yellow-Orange Fly Agaric. Mind-shatteringly toxic.
Amanita muscaria formosa, in false button and full veil stages.
Under hemlock in the bed of a recently-dried puddle, Graves Farm Reservation, Haydenville, MA


Yellow-Tipped Coral.
Ramaria formosa
Rotten birch, Graves Farm Reservation, Haydenville, MA

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