Questions

Posted by Dave Bonta on February 28, 2007 (last modified at 9:00 pm, 2/28/07)

ruffed grouse tracks

Who does the grouse think she’s fooling, leaving a line of arrows in the snow that all point back in the wrong direction?

maple bark

What makes the bark of a growing maple lose its smoothness in concentric rings?

Top of First Field

What do porcupines think about when they see the sun scale the sky?

porcupine spruce

Is that why they’re mostly nocturnal — they don’t like the competition?

sapling

Will the trees have any memory of winter, or is it just a big blank?

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In case you haven’t noticed the link in my sidebar, I have a new photo gallery. (Thanks to H. Rutherford for the idea.)

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11 Responses to Questions

  1. quiet regular says:
    February 28, 2007 at 8:39 pm

    really nice images, some i had missed first time around.

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  2. marly, handmaid of Euterpe(e) says:
    February 28, 2007 at 8:51 pm

    Porcupine in a whimsical mood, I see…

    Love the maple bark.

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  3. marly says:
    February 28, 2007 at 8:52 pm

    Oops, should’ve left Euterp(e) with the pee poem. Now corrected!

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  4. Dave says:
    February 28, 2007 at 8:58 pm

    Thanks, quiet regular and marlys. I can’t take entire credit for the maple bark photo. A friend of mine pointed it out on an earlier walk, when I didn’t have a camera with me. I went back and snapped it a week later (on the 24th).

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  5. bev says:
    February 28, 2007 at 10:17 pm

    I like that last image. Very neat.

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  6. marja-leena says:
    February 28, 2007 at 10:17 pm

    Great photos again, and I love your GALLERY – where your “handprint” jumped out at me all over again (had forgotten that one).

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  7. Brett says:
    February 28, 2007 at 10:19 pm

    When I first glanced at your question, I thought you had written “eccentric circles” about the bark. Maybe so.

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  8. patry says:
    March 1, 2007 at 12:28 am

    good questions. I, too, am waiting for the answers.

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  9. Tall Girl says:
    March 1, 2007 at 5:34 am

    Last image is truly remarkable.

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  10. Dave says:
    March 1, 2007 at 8:04 am

    Thanks for the comments, y’all.

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  11. Natalie says:
    March 3, 2007 at 8:07 pm

    Simply stunning photos, Dave, they hit me like a cold bracing wind, waking the sleepy brain. And the flickr presentation is smooth and easy.

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