Soon, I’ll be experiencing this tropical, premontane, river surrounded by wet forest with the folks in the sequence of photographs below: Mike and Erin. We may be more prepared for a hike through the river this time though….
As Jenn finishes writing her dissertation, I recall assisting in data collection. Here, we were collecting tagged crayfish several weeks after a major flooding event in the stream. Although the quality of the photograph is somewhat lacking, this is one of the few we have of actual crayfish collection.
Mike battles a chunk of volcanic rock on the Arenal volcano in Costa Rica. With this kind of attitude, I cannot be sure whether doing research with him in a remote, rainforest location is safe: either Mike is reckless and, therefore, dangerous, or he is a tough, hardworking researcher not afraid to face difficult challenges head on.
On a walk with Chandana (Raja’s niece) and her cousin in India, I was forcfully told to take pictures of flowers the girls were picking. I say ‘forcfully’ because the girls were telling me to take photos of various objects because they wanted to see the photographic output, which, to them, was somehow better than the real thing.
Allison decided it was appropriate to walk through the center of the drying wetland, rather than the edge. Her untied shoes were consequently engulfed by the wetland soil, and, instead of assisting her, I took photographs. Notice the change in facial expression across time; from left to right, laughing to disgust.
Last fall, I went to the Gymnastics Allstars event held at the Quicken Arena in Cleveland. Most of the athletes that participated in the 2008 Summer Olympics performed some mediocre routines with crappy teen-rock playing in the background and strobe lights flashing. I wouldn’t recommend wasting your time or money on an event like this unless you’re a 10 year-old girl.
Anyway, the one cool part, I thought, was when a few little girls performed a floor routine. On the right, you can just make one out doing a blurry cartwheel.
Here, Mike gets a first look at the internal anatomy of a yellow perch (Perca flavescens). This opportunity was provided at the Stone Laboratory on Lake Erie for a class in Aquatic Ecology. There will be more perch pictures, but not quite as gruesome.
Since I’m feeling somewhat destructive, I thought I’d post a sequence depicting what happens when a several hundred pound pumpkin is dropped onto a trailer from 90 ft in the air. You may have to look closely; this was a popular event and I was unable to get as close as I wanted…
Matt prepared himself a delicious second omelet during tonight’s Wednesday Night Dinner. He graciously shared this simple recipe with us:
While camping at the Alleghany Reservoir on the border of Pennsylvania and New York, each morning was filled with fog. The fog would retreat up the hills as the sun came up and warmed the land and air. The picture on the left was taken one morning from the rocky beach by our campsite.
Later that day, Jenn, Matt and I decided to jump off a nearby cliff for nearly 3 hours. Using my height as a standard, I estimated the point on the cliff we were jumping off to be nearly 17 feet from the water’s surface. Fun stuff (both the jumping and the calculation).