“Crown shyness” is a real term that means the pattern a canopy of trees make against the sky. They seem to avoid touching, which is responsible for the pattern.
One theory is this is due to branches rubbing against each other and then breaking off, leaving the jigsaw-puzzle like patterns. Another theory is that the growing tips are sensitive to levels of light, and stop growing as they near the branch tips of other trees.
They’re better at maintaining good boundaries than humans are!
I never noticed tcrown shyness before, but now I’ll be looking for it whenever I walk in a forest or under a grove of tall trees.
“Fatigue, discomfort, discouragement are merely symptoms of effort.” Morgan Freeman
Let me start with the discouragement. At the last show Biasini was a better performer than I was. He did everything he was asked to do. The problem was with the person giving him directions. That would be me! I was just not on my A Game that weekend. We showed at a National ( recognized ) show and had the privilege of a 5*, Olympic level judge. Cara Whitham has only recently retired from judging the biggest international competitions and she was the judge. When we got a movement right we got a good score but if there was a mistake or sloppiness we got a very low score. Rightly so.
After the show I was feeling discouraged and annoyed with myself. At the start of my first lesson the following week I told Belinda how…
Yesterday I helped a couple coworkers in Shelby which meant I spent the day walking around the uptown area speaking with business owners. It was hot and incredibly humid and we were out walking for 5 hours or so. When I got home last night all I wanted to do was eat dinner and veg; which I did!
I also slept in this morning until 7 am to give my body some recovery time. Living with MS demands that I pay close attention to the temple. When it says it is time to sleep, I sleep. I hope all of you out in the blogosphere are preparing your minds to have a great day!
I have always felt like a fish out of water. I learned to swim at the age of five. And I begin competing at the age of eight. I was a lifeguard and a water safety instructor. So I’ve been around water on my life.
On land I bumble quite often. If there’s something that I can run into, I’ll do it. Bruises will show up at odd times and I won’t even know how the bruise happened. When I started falling in a more serious way about 15 years ago, I had an appointment with a neurologist. She said she had no idea why I was falling. Great!!
And when I bumble I fall spectacularly! One time while I was still wearing glasses, my glasses got all scratched up. That was before I had Lasik eye surgery (which I recommend highly). So I had to buy another pair of…
Perhaps the famed migration of the Swallows from their winter home in Argentina to San Juan Capistrano isn’t as fleeting as the theme Transient suggests, but try taking photos of them near their nests and transience takes on a whole new meaning.
The nesting swallows flit back and forth so quickly that trying to capture one or several in a photo is a little ridiculous. Especially since I was precariously perched on the levee under the launch near where we windsurf. As soon as I dared step into their realm, they, and I mean hundreds of them, went flying, diving with acrobatic precision only the Flying Wallendas could execute!
In all 40 of my mostly failed images, I managed to highlight the nesting swallow (upper left corner of photo above) in most of the shots. I figured this was a nesting female patiently waiting for daddy bird to bring yummy…
I’m not sure what is going on, but there is this huge fire thing in the sky. I keep seeing it peek through the clouds and I am concerned for all of humanity. I believe the end of the world is at hand and this giant fire is here to purge the world. Now I’m sad.
I didn’t set my alarm last night figuring I would naturally wake at my usual time, but I didn’t wake up until 7 am. I guess my body needed the extra couple hours of sleep. Now I feel like I am playing catch up.
I try to listen to my body and not get too bent out of shape. After all, if I needed the sleep, then so be it. I only have one house to live in so I better listen when it speaks!
I was bored and needed to clear my head, so I headed into the mountains again. I took the same route I took on Memorial Day. It was later in the day though, so there was this wonderful late afternoon golden light that was just magical.
There was no one at the overlook where I stopped to take photos, and no signs of civilization at all, not even any cars on the road. I felt like the only person in the world, and realized these mountains looked exactly this way thousands of years ago. This is what the native Americans would have seen, long before there were any paved roads.