Thursday, November 12, 2009

Back by Popular Demand

Rumaging around the intertubes, I have been able to find more pictures from past years to compare with our current situation. Following is a series of photographs, the earlier ones were taken on Thursday, November 27, 2007 at the Thanksgiving Meet of the Essex Fox Hounds. After each one is a picture I took this morning, on November 12, 2009, about two weeks earlier than the Meet.

The meet has commenced for many years at Ellistan. Above is the entrance driveway, in 2007.
Today, looking to the right, the same trees are bereft of leaves.

Above is the crossing where the hunt leaves Ellistan, onto the other side of Fowler Road, and enters the fields of Spook Hollow Farm. The backdrop along the fence in 2007 was a stunning gold, but the same spot in 2009, two weeks earlier, is already for the most part bare of deciduous color.


And note also, the thinning cedars.
Perhaps the most stunning contrast this fall has been the utter dearth of scarlet.

In the last photos, the trees around the pond on the far right display far different autumn effects.

Above is 2007, and the last, taken this morning in 2009, two weeks earlier in the season, has not a bit of color around the pond

To what should we attribute this unprecedented and dramatically rapid change?

I don't know! I can only guess as to the chemical causes - ozone? ethanol? methane? nitrous oxide?

I do know one thing for sure - something is terribly awry, and if we don't figure out what it is, and soon, we can't possibly fix it before we have lost the opportunity to do so.

And another thing...If other ecosystems are anything near as threatened as this one is, and as underreported, we are in even worse kaka. And why should we be unique? If I've learned anything in my life, it is, that I am not unique (much as American culture tries to convince us each we are "special" and therefore, entitled to consume outsize proportions of everything).

The prospect of wildfires is quite inhibiting.

Soon, I am going to try to focus on what I can do, and each of us can do, to avert this looming catastrophe of the sixth great extinction now underway. What else can one person do?



Monday, November 9, 2009

You Can't Make This Stuff Up

Following are some pictures of fall color in New Jersey that were posted on the web from years past, with links to the original attached. I can't say for certain the exact date they were taken, only the date of uploading is noted. But I think most of them correspond fairly closely to their November dates. In any event, we haven't seen anything like these colors at any time this autumn.Colors of Fall

Colors of Fall Oxford, NJ uploaded November 10, 2007

Fall

Stanhope, NJ uploaded November 10 2007

Local orchard in Millville NJ.

Millville, NJ orchard, uploaded November 16, 2005

Fall on the lake

Dennisville, NJ, uploaded Nov. 17, 2007

Fall Colors

Florham Park, uploaded November 16, 2007

colors of bridgewater NJ

Bridgewater, NJ uploaded Nov. 21, 2008 This is of particular interest because it is quite close to Oldwick.

Maple tree, Holmdel, NJ

Maple tree, Holmdel, NJ, uploaded on 10/25/04

Next, what follows are some pictures I took on October 21, 2009
of the typically drab scenery on that date.








And this picture I took this morning, November 10.
Finally, for a dose of humor, check this out!

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Shifting Baselines Redux

Yet another spring flower, this daylily was photographed November 4 and has a cluster of buds. Crazy!

ColoradoGuy took pictures of foliage in New Jersey the day before Thanksgiving, November 21, 2007 and posted them here. Yesterday, which was Saturday, November 8, 2009, I followed his footsteps and have uploaded images of the current appearance of the same locations, immediately beneath his photos.
Passaic River
Above is the lovely scene he recorded of the Passaic River from
Horseneck Road bridge. Click on it for the full effect.
Contrast that with how it looked when I arrived.
It wasn't easy to find a leaf worth a picture, but I liked the shape of this one.
From my shadow on the bridge it's apparent how huge the tree in the
foreground is. It's terrible that it and all the others are dying.
ColoradoGuy also photographed Kyocera headquarters in Fairfield.
Kyocera in New Jersey
We haven't seen anything like these saturated reds this fall, and
the trees have lost their leaves at least a month earlier than in 2007.
Notice that at least one burning bush, in the front of this hedge,
has been removed - presumably because it died in the last couple of years
Next, our peripatetic mountaineer shot some photos of trees in glory
at a park across the street.
New Jersey Fall Foliage
But when I went there, a hoard of workers were already loudly
blowing the brown leaves into piles.
And there was nothing remotely comparable to the flaming
color that was there, 3 weeks before this time of year, in 2007.
Here is the breathtaking setting for a bench back then.
New Jersey Fall Foliage
But who would want to sit and contemplate the barren waste
our landscape is fast becoming now?
Since we were in the neighborhood, we stopped at the Montclair Art Museum to view an exhibit of Cezanne and his influence on American Painters. There is a room there dedicated to George Innes, who painted in Montclair in the 1800's.
Landscape With Figure - George Innes
What a fabulous collection. At the rate we're going, we will be left only with art, photographs, recordings and stories with which to remember the beautiful environment and animals we once had.
This magnificent dawn redwood stands in front of the museum. You can't tell from a distance, but it is fringed with long streams of tiny baby cones. Some mature samples from last year are on the ground, not even an inch across. I love the way it looks like an array of diminutive pouting human lips. Nature often imitates her creations in amusing ways, like a gigantic fractal.


Another truly amazing video can be seen here, a news conference with two young women who have started their fast.

From a primer of neat brevity explaining climate change:
"Since the industrial revolution humans dug, pumped and burnt more than 320 billion tons of carbon which accumulated as the result of biological activity during 400 million years. 320 billion tons of carbon is more than 50% the carbon concentration of the original atmosphere (540 billion tons). As a consequence the level of CO2 in the atmosphere has risen by about 40%, from 280 to 388 ppm."

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Shifting Baselines

I expected by now to have little to photograph but thinning evergreens and lichens, but it turns out that Nature is still sending signals that we should heed.

Which isn't to say we won't have lichens! The tree fell on September 12. It already was infected but since then, I discovered yesterday the broken branches on the ground are being totally consumed.


They look like bones in a graveyard.
The symptoms of toxic poisoning become more glaring by the day.
It is clear from the dawn redwood that older needles suffered higher exposure to poisonous greenhouse gasses than the healthier needles that are younger at the top of the tree.

On the Japanese Maple, the early leaves have disappeared, leaving absurd tufts of the more recent foliage which was less exposed to pollution.

I say less exposed because even the leaves that remain show some damage.
There is no reason for most of them to have already fallen, shriveled, on the ground.
Below is yet another confused flower out of sequence, a vinca that should bloom in the spring.

The magnolia also is showing ever more distinctly the pattern of older leaf damage.
The earliest leaves are heavily mottled, while the new growth is green.
The rhubarb I planted last year. It came up beautifully this spring, then died back and here, it is attempting a regrowth. If you missed it, there's a rhubarb video at the bottom of this post.
The roses are still blooming so I took pictures just because they are so lovely.
And I was so glad I did, because this morning when I woke up we had a frost. Not the first - the tropical flowers like cosmos and nasturtium have been gone for almost a week.
But this time was more severe.
As I stood taking pictures of the magnolia, I could hear the whispers of them softly slipping off and falling to the ground.
You can still see the difference between older and newer, less damaged leaves.
But soon they will all be gone.

Thanks to a prolific researcher, the ever watchful and erudite Richard Pauli for sending me this link to a post by Adam Sacks on Grist. It is a followup on a series that is worth perusal and can be found by clicking the clickies in his article.

Here is the latest dispatch from Paul Gilding, which also speaks the unvarnished truth, and has some solutions we should all be pondering.

Friday, November 6, 2009

Maya Lin, What Is Missing? Listening Cone, 2009, installed at the California Academy of Sciences, San Francisco. Photos by: Bruce Damonte Photography, Inc. © Maya Lin Studio, Inc., courtesy PaceWildenstein, New York


I came across Guilty Planet, a blog that is new to me, thanks to a link from Survival Acres. It is the work of a very talented post doctoral research fellow, Jennifer Jacquet.


In this post she discusses the Listening Cone created by Maya Lin pictured above, which evokes the vanishing sounds of lost biodiversity. Most interesting to me is the focus of the blog on the concept of shifting baselines, described thusly:



The notion is more fully explained here.


Now, this perfectly describes the situation with the trees on the US East Coast, and the reason hardly anyone realizes we are on the verge of a total ecosystem collapse.


Sigh.


Thursday, November 5, 2009

I was wrong

I didn't think I would like the music, but the lyrics were so compelling that I kept noodling around the internet, until here I found it, in the most riveting, fascinating prescient almost mystical interpretation.



The lyrics are copied at the end of the post immediately preceding this one. I personally wouldn't be able to understand a word they are saying, without them.

But for me at least, they are James Joycean, in eloquence. So, click on the music, and scroll down to the lyrics. YOU WILL REAP JUST WHAT YOU SOW!

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Sweet as Tupelo Honey

Yesterday, November 3, I had occasion to talk to a professional forester. I asked him to identify a tree that I've had my eye on all summer. I could see from a distance months ago, that it started losing leaves early in the summer, and it just got thinner and thinner. It's quite a large tree, with a spreading habit unlike the prevalent trees in that area - tulip poplars with their columnar stance, or the horizontal branching of the beech - so I surmised it was an oak.


A few weeks ago I took a little walk to check it out and realized it wasn't an oak after all. I was frustrated because I didn't recognize it, and without flowers or seeds or pods, I didn't take the time to try to look it up. It has simple oval leaves, with smooth edges, pointy at the top and bottom - but they don't grow in the habit of the common black walnuts and ash, which have similarly shaped leaves, but are opposite on stems. These are arrayed in an alternating pattern.


By the time I could ask the forester, yesterday, there were almost no leaves left on the branches and he stood there for a few minutes, puzzled, and finally said, it must be a tupelo - a black gum - but it's kind of strange, because they turn bright red in the fall

This particular tree had almost zero leaves.

Those few that still clung were yellow, and brown.

But I did find a few red leaves, that are mottled.

Now, here is what a tupelo looked like in 2008, found on the web here.

What A Tree by Jim-AR.

The tupelo has a wide range and is known for its brilliant foliage in autumn.

"It's been a strange fall," admitted my forester. We discussed the bizarre lack of colors, and the dropping leaves. "I think it's the pollution," I said.

Sour gum tree, or tupelo or black gum tree, is a shade and street tree. It's a favorite bee plant.

here is what healthy leaves should look like!


Just as though I had never mentioned it, he started pointing to some blue spruce and telling me that the reason their branches had no needles was a lack of sun. Riiigghhhhht.

Oops there is that pesky lichen, on the branches that have no needles.

I didn't even bother to point out the spruces situated in the middle of the lawn in full sun that also have bare branches as well - why bother?


Another anecdote - also yesterday, an acquaintance told me that her birthday was the day before, and so she knows from a lifetime that on her birthday the fall color is glorious - until this year.


Here's what it looked like:

click on a landscape and it becomes apparent how many trees are bare.

And keep in mind that holdouts like the maple that follows, which still has leaves, only beg the question - what happened to all the others?

Of course, they aren't scintillating orange and red.

In fact, they are hideously burnt.

Never mind, click the clicky and you can listen to Van Morrison's song here!


Following is a mind-numbing report about the value - or rather lack thereof - of switching from fossil fuels to biofuels. It's staggering how hugely this market is transforming the use of land, and what net damage it does, when it comes to CO2. What's even more disturbing is the lack of any consideration of the unintended consequences of biofuel emissions, as environmental pollution that is toxic to humans and vegetation. Here's the link to the report and below is an excerpt, that makes me wonder, could just the emissions from ginormous amounts of nitrogen based fertilizer be enough to poison the atmosphere for trees? And why the hell isn't anybody but me asking these questions???


page 59


4.3.1. Uncertainty about N2O emissions

N2O emissions are particularly relevant for crop- based biofuels because of their high contribution to global warming; 1kg of N2O is equivalent to 298 kg of CO2 emissions over a time horizon of 100 years (Solomon et al. 2007), so even small changes in the N2O emissions can significantly affect the overall GHG balance for biofuels.

Because the use of fertilisers and related N balance and N2O emissions are very site-specific, it is difficult to define representative average emission factors. Many LCA studies used the IPCC methodol- ogy for estimating N2O fluxes, which tends to give estimates only somewhat over 1% of the N applied by fertiliser11.

11 IPCC (2006) has changed default values compared to 2000: Emission Factor (EF) 1 (direct emissions of synthetic N to N2O): 1% (down from 1.25% in 2000 guidelines), EF4 (indirect emissions from atmospheric N deposition) 1% (unchanged), EF5 (indirect emissions from leaching/runoff N): 0.75% (down from 2.5% in 2000 guidelines); example calculation: for the USA

as a whole, 20% of the N applied to agricultural fields leaves in surface and groundwaters, and slightly over 10% is volatilised to the atmosphere (Howarth et al. 2002), which according to IPCC default values results in N2O emissions via atmospheric deposition of 0.1% and via leaching of 0.15%; thus the indirect emissions of about 0.25% would not significantly add to the direct emissions of 1%.

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More recently, however, Crutzen et al. (2008), based on the observed global increase of N2O in the at- mosphere, found that the total emissions from fer- tiliser use must be more in the range of 3-5% on average compared to the 1% derived from the de- fault values12 of the IPCC approach. The difference could possibly be explained by denitrification pro- cesses occurring in the water and sediment down- stream of the fields where the fertiliser has been applied, an argument supported by Howarth and Bringezu (2009). If these observations are corrobo- rated, the results of most LCA studies performed on biofuels so far would have to be reconsidered.





You never know what you'll find on the intertubes. Looking up tupelo, I came across this British band called Sikth, who made an album called The Trees Are Dead and Dried Out Wait for Something Wild, with a song called Tupelo. Following are the lyrics. I can't find a recording of it on the web, and probably wouldn't like it. But I am curious!

Tupelo

Looka' yonder... (x5)

A big black cloud comes!
Yes, a big black cloud comes.
Come to Tupelo.
Come to Tupelo.

Yonder on the horizon,
Yonder on the horizon.
Stopped at the mighty river,
Stopped at the mighty river,
And sucked the damn thing dry,
Sucked the damn thing dry.

Tupelo - O!
Oh, Tupelo.
In a valley hides a town called Tupelo.

Distant thunder rumbles,
Distant thunder rumble.
Rumble hungry like the beast,
The best it cometh, cometh down,
The best it cometh, cometh down,
The best it cometh, cometh down.
Wow - Wo - Wo, Tupelo bound.

Tupelo - O!
Oh, Tupelo.
The beast it cometh, Tupelo bound.

Why the hen won't lay no eggs, can't get that cock to crow,
The horse is spooked & crazy, oh God help Tupelo.
God help Tupelo,
God help Tupelo,
Oh God help Tupelo.

Ya' can say these streets are rivers,
Ya' can call these rivers streets,
You can tell yaself' ya' dreamin' buddy, but no sleep runs this deep,
No!
No sleep runs this deep,
No sleeps runs this deep.
Women at their windows, rain crashing on the pane.
Writing in the frost, Tupelo's shame, Tupelo's shame,
Tupelo's shame.
God help Tupelo.
God help Tupelo.
God help Tupelo.
God help Tupelo.

Oh, go to sleep little children,
The sandman's on his way,
Go to sleep little children,
The sandman's on his way.
But the little children know,
But the little children know.
They listen to the beating of their blood,
Listen to the beating of their blood,
Listen to the beating of their blood,
Listen to the beating of their blood!

The sandman's mud!
The sandman's mud!
The sandman's mud!
The sandman's mud!

And black rain come down,
The black rain come down,
Black rain come down.
Water, water everywhere,
Water, water everywhere.
No bird can fly, no fish can swim,
No bird can fly, no fish can swim,
No fish can swim,
Until the king is born.
Until the king is born.
Until the king is born!

Tupelo - O!
Oh Tupelo,
Until the king is born in Tupelo...

In a clap board shack with a roof of tin,
Where the rain came down and leaked within.
A young mother frozen on a concrete floor,
With a bottle and a box and a cradle of straw...

Tupelo - O!
Yeah! Yeah!
Hey, Tupelo.
With a bundle and a box and a cradle of straw.

Well, Saturday gives what Sunday steals,
A child is born of his brothers heels.
Come Sunday morning, first born dead,
In a shoe-box tied with a ribbon red...

Tupelo - O!
Yeah, Oh Tupelo!
In a shoebox tied with a ribbon red...

Mama, rock your lil' one slow,
Mama, rock your baby.
Mama, rock your lil' one slow,
Mama, rock your baby.
Mama, rock your baby.
Mama, rock your baby.
Mama, rock your lil' one slow,
Mama, rock your baby.
Mama, rock your baby.
Mama, rock your baby.
Til' the king is born in Tupelo.
Til' the king is born in Tupelo.
Til' the king is born in Tupelo.
Mama, rock your lil' one slow!
Mama, rock your baby!
Mama, rock your lil' one slow!
Mama, rock your baby!
Til' the king is born in Tupelo.
Til' the king is born in Tupelo.
Til' the king is born in Tupelo.
Til' the king is born in Tupelo!

Tupelo - O!
Yeah! Yeah!
Tupelo, and carry the burden of Tupelo!
Tupelo - O!
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!
Tupelo, Tupelo, Tupelo, Tupelo...
Yeah!
The king will walk on Tupelo!
Tupelo - O!
Yeah!
Oh, Tupelo!
He carried the burden out of Tupelo!
Tupelo - O!
Yeah, Tupelo!
You will reap just what you sow!

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