Time: 1638-1700
27 September 2008
Bush Park-9-26-08
Time: 1638-1700
The Star Trees! 9-25-08
Time: 1013-1029
26 September 2008
Exploding flowers
Date: 09-26
Location: Alleyway between Olin and Collin
Time: 1442-1500
Weather: 65˚F, sun clouded over, hint of rain?
Looking for more squirrels to feed the leftover peanuts to, I wandered toward the Japanese Garden. I found several juncos near the east side of Collin's. Dark heads and brown bodies hopped about the shrubs, but as I got closer each time, one would warble excessively. Could it be a warning call to the others nearby that there was a stranger in the vicinity? Their flight path was interesting, they’d glide downward slightly and the flap furiously upward in order to alight on the next tree. I noticed a few fully bloomed yellow flowers shaped like crocuses and held up by a slender stalk, similar to a crocosmia. To the west of Olin's were a startling species of flowers. Their flowers shaped like three wrinkly bulbs congealed into one blossom. The buds themselves were relatively small; less than ¼ inch. The yellow-orange color made them appear diseased almost. The spikes were about 4 inches long and the plant itself 2-foot tall. The blades of leaves were yellowing. Surrounding the border flowers were shrubs similar to the one I found on the 24th, with sprays of tiny yellow green flowers. An eastern grey squirrel climbed the shrubs and nibbled on a few, but finding nothing continued on to sit on the chain link fence for a while, perhaps considering whether it would jump or take the time to dash around the fence. It opted for the later. It was even more cautious in crossing the narrow concrete walkway, standing first on its hind legs to consider me, peered at me from the side, and then sprinting off into the underbrush.
Out for a walk-9-24-2008
Tyler Starr: 9/26, Mill Stream North of Goudy
Tyler Starr
26 September 2008 from 1215 to 1230
Location: North bank of the Mill Stream just to the north of Goudy
Weather: 57 ̊ F, partly cloudy, no wind
Invasive moss?
Date: 25 September, 2008
Time: 2000
Location: The WU Crew boathouse
Weather: Chilly, 62 degrees, overcast.
Today at the boathouse, I took extra notice of the green, sticky blanket of moss spread over the water surrounding the house and dock. It wasn't obvious anywhere else on the river, only in places where there was a structure protruding onto the water. In the crevase between the boathouse and the shore, the entire surface was covered in green. It's strange how this plant doesn't need any soil to thrive like it does. I wonder if it causes any harm to the river life? Also why is it only close to the shore, and not floating along in the middle of the river? It is thick enough to support various bits and pieces of other flora that have fallen into the river, and then have stuck in place, held by the mossy substance. It gives the appearance of a thick soup with many different ingredients poking out everywhere. The individual pieces of clover-like leaves that make up the mossy substance hold onto each other as if forming a defensive unit against an enemy.
25 September 2008
Revisit to the Smullin's side wall
Date: 09-25
Location: North side of Smullin
Time: 939-958
Weather: 57˚F, overcast (Is it going to rain today?)
I thought to visit the site of where I had first discovered some dark-eyed juncos. I hadn’t seen them around for some time. Sure enough they were still there, hopping about the trees and shrubbery near the wall. I caught sight of one that had landed on the rail, but unfortunately, it had seen it and flew into the bushes. A particular shrub that I noted seemed similar to a magnolia tree. Its leaves were dark green and arranged radially, however, many were turning colors and falling yellow on the ground. The leaves grew in a circle about buds, which were predominantly green but the edges were slightly crimson. Others had already blossomed and dried out. The petals had fallen on many, leaving only stamens and pistils. The trunk of the shrub was extremely contorted with mosses covering in patches. The dark brown bark was flaking and roughed the exterior. A small fuchsia plant grew underneath, with magenta drooping blossoms but the height was much less than the others on campus that grew in the full sun. While I was watching though the juncos escaped to a nearby oak tree. At that moment, I noticed that I was being watched from above by a lazily soaring bird of prey, perhaps a red-tailed hawk.
Autumn: 23 September 2008
Rose Dickson
23 September 2008
1631 – 1709 hours
On the bridge between Smith Auditorium and the Library on Willamette University campus, Salem, OR, USA
68 degrees, clear skies
“And the leaves that are green turned to brown,
And they wither with the wind,
And they crumble in your hand.” Simon and Garfunkel
Sitting on the Willamette University campus, I am in awe. The changes I have observed in just a few weeks really hits me as I listen to one of my favorite songs by Simon and Garfunkel, Leaves that are Green. My ear picks up their harmonious voices, as I begin to see that what they are singing of is right in front of my eyes. Everywhere I look, the ground is littered with leaves of red, brown and yellow; autumn is here. I look at one leaf in particular; it is decorated with each of these three colors so intricately, that I can’t help but see it as an incredible piece of art. These are the details in nature that amaze me. I could work on a drawing or painting of this single leaf for weeks and still never be able to replicate the intense detail in which it possesses. I am stunned by the ease at which you can find beauty in nature, all it takes is opening your eyes. I pick up the leaf and take it back to my dorm; I have found a new piece of art to decorate my room.
Strange Plant Life
H.R. Waller
Date: 25 September, 2008
Time: 0951
Location: On Millstream, facing the UC across the river.
Weather: Mostly sunny, brisk, 58 degrees
Although I have observed from various locations on the millstream, this is my first from this particular location. It's strange how different everything looks just from shifting to another side of the river. As I sit on this hard, wooden bench, I notice a variety of strange plants on the bank in front of me. I find myself wondering why there are so many random types of flora all over the campus. There seems to be no theme, no rhyme nor reason to the types or number of plants in all of the various locations of random flora patches. This patch consists of tall, bright yellow flowers that look like daisies, with their round, brown lobes surrounded by golden petals. There are also a bunch of short, green shrub like things, a grassy looking plant with long slender leaves and a height of no more than a foot, and a very peculiar short tree, purpleish in color, no taller than 3 feet. It's leaves are very skinny, palmately compound, and toothed. I wish I knew what it was, and why there are no others like it on campus.
24 September 2008
I wonder how many gingkos are on campus...
1604-1621
South of Goudy, northwest corner of Brown Field
Walking in the rain, I didn’t expect to see much, but lo and behold, I had located yet another gingko tree. I think I’ll make it my goal this semester to locate every single gingko on campus. This one was much older than the one in front of Montag; it was about 150 feet tall, 2foot diameter about trunk, with leaves that seemed slightly lighter in color. More leaves had fallen on the ground. The grey bark held deep furrows, and a dirty shoe was sitting negligently at the trunk’s base. Dark mosses grew along the branch joints. There was a slight bend toward the west, which grew more pronounced at the apex. The angle though, was much less than the younger one. This tree was surrounded by 5-foot tall shrubs. A rhododendron had elliptical leaves of a shiny green. Trumpet shaped flowers had already wilted and dried out. Flies continued to land on the leaves despite the rain. They were of a curious grey color of a house fly. One had a marvelous iridescent green shell and was larger in comparison to the other flies. Sadly, before I could register more about its appearance, it flew away. Small nymphs continued to buzz about the air, dodging the raindrops. I have always wondered about what would happen when a fly was hit by a raindrop. Would it drop due to the force of the water? Would it fall to the ground and die? While I was pondering this, three brown birds flew low over campus directly in front ofhte north side entrance of the Putnam Center. They seemed to have longer necks than the regular passerine, but I couldn't see much more than that.
Birdhouses in every tree...
Date: 09-24
Location: North of Goudy and the west section of the Mill Stream
Time: 1104-1120
Weather: Overcast, 63˚F
Two swallows swooped over the Mill Stream while I was heading past Doney. Eastern grey squirrels passed the street and began digging in the grass for hiding places or food. One squirrel near the shore was digging with quick, furious strokes. I watched its muscles twitch and back arch, then as its torso surfaced, its movements lessened to only barely moving the front arms. It dug near the base of a 60-foot tall tree. Its leaves were ovate, with clumps of moss covering the branches. It had a thick trunk of smooth, whitish brown bark, and odd cracks near the base. The fruits were the most curious. Some hung in thin, tapered clusters about ¾ inches long. The green tiny horned shaped ones had other green, more elliptical and full fruits nearby. Similar to small pinecones, the rough sides had ridges. Blackened ones had opened up, exactly like miniature cones. A birdhouse named “PARISH” was tossed carelessly up onto the lower branches. Some of the longer branches had been sawed off to probably minimize the width of the tree. Ten-foot shrubberies surrounded the tree. Most had smooth dark-green leaves. Clusters of flowers were light green but the open flowers were dry and brown. The trunks were thin and straggly, arranged basally around the base. Yellow jackets were present about the grasses, along with a dragonfly and small nymphs or flies. Seeing the weather, it’s probably going to rain today…hopefully not too soon.
Trees from afar.
Date: 24 September, 2008
Time: 1407
Weather: colder, cloudy, 54 degrees.
Location: on the east side of Kaneko, looking across the street ( to the west).
Sometimes when observing art, it is necessary to take a step back and enjoy the whole picture. Because this is true for art, I figured it may also apply nicely to nature. This is why for today's field observation I decided to observe the trees across the street from Kaneko. I am standing on my balcony on floor 3 east, and surveying the wide variety of enormous trees across the road. They all are taller than the houses in between them, and each one is of a different variety. Some are taller than others and more conical shaped, while others are more rounded and squat just above the rooftops like fat giants guarding the houses from harm. I wonder who made the decision to put the trees in between the houses like that? How are they sure they wont one day fall and crush the house? I also wonder how much taller they are going to get. Where these trees found naturally, since these ones were obviously put here deliberatley. Together all the abundant tree and plant life makes the view from up here much ore interesting and welcoming.
Tyler Starr: 9/24, Mill Stream in front of the UC
Tyler Starr
24 September 2008 from 1215 to 1230
Location: The southern bank of the Mill Stream just to the north of the UC
Weather: 65 ̊ F, 5-10 mph wind, partly cloudy, with a strong sun
23 September 2008
Cherry tree? Sadly, no...
Date: 23 September
Location: West of Bistro, South of Goudy
Time: 948-1004
Weather: 49˚F, brisk, scattered clouds, partly sunny
Near a tripartite blue Opening Days board, this 50-foot tree resembled a tall version of the huckleberry shrub. The bark was light brown and ashen grey in color. On the trunk were a few horizontal bands of tiny dark dots, forming a ring about the diameter. Many of the lower branches have been sawed off, leaving circles of dark wood that decorated the entire column. Six trunks branched off from the ground, creating a small niche where leaves and spider webs accumulated. Two long strands of webbing dangled from the branches. A small offspring, 1-foot high, grew next to its parent, nearly flush with the latter’s trunk. The shiny, dark green leaves were elliptical and slightly serrated. A few of the leaves nearer the trunk appeared nibbled on by pests. Clusters of dried flowers hung limply, arranged like a catechin. They were orange or yellow, but there was no clue as to the color of fresh blossoms. Surrounding the few flowers though were a profusion of ½ inch berries. They were slightly elongated, with a small sharp bump at the base of the berries. They hung individually, one on each twig. Most were a dark maroon, but a few were still bright scarlet. One or two looked like rainier cherries; they were crimson on top and faded into a pale white on the bottom. I wonder if they’re edible? I hadn’t found any birds feasting on them as of yet. A few leaves have fallen onto the chunky mulched ground. Even fewer berries had fallen onto the sidewalk to form a mess of goo. Behind me, an American crow had landed and grabbed at a morsel that someone had negligently tossed aside. It curiously pecked at it in the inch high grass and appeared to bury it. Moments later, it began a series of cacophonic caws, all aimed toward the NE. it would shout by dropping its jaw and pulling its head back simultaneously, then walk slightly forward and repeat its process. I had no idea as to what it was directed at or whether it was merely a call to inform others of food.
22 September 2008
Hooray! I found it :)
Date: 22 September
Location: SW of Montag, North of Writing Center
Time: 1432-1456
Weather: 61˚F, brisk, sunny day
After scouring the campus for a near week, I finally found my allusive tree. Returning from the side of the campus along ΣΑΕ, I peered around the carefully maintained landscape, looking past a one-foot tall plant that appeared somewhat like a woolly mullein, with spikes of vibrant yellow. Giving up my search for the day, I was suddenly hit by the sight of an inconspicuous looking tree. It was about 20-foot high and 10 inches in diameter around the trunk. The trunk possessed a light tan brown color with veins of a pale red running vertically. At the base of the trunk, the tree appeared to have begun growing straight up, yet the current position of the tree creates a 60˚ angle with the ground, pointing toward the West. It most likely followed the sun as it grew. The slender limbs shot upward in an exponential curve despite the arc of the trunk. The leaves were the most unique and the prime capturer of my immediate adoration. They were fan shaped! The young tree could only be the gingko. The single fronds had parallel venation that radiated from the stem. Likewise, the leaves were arranged on the branch in clusters. Along the edges of the leaf was a golden hue, and as the sun rose behind the tree, one could see the leaves clearly defined by a halo. The only question is whether this one was a male or female. The latter would bear the distinguishing aromatic seeds that are currently clamed to have memory boosting affects. I wonder when the leaves would drop. Would the phenology be similar to the rest of the deciduous trees?
A different type of fall.
H.R. Waller
Date: 22 September, 2008
Time: 1015
Location: Across form Hatfield Library on the patch of grass before entering the chicken fountain area.
Weather: Cool, blue skies, 58 degrees.
Lately I have been noticing that the leaves are beginning to change, one of the telltale signs that the bittersweet fall is creeping upon us. However, today walking back from class, I spotted a tree that had shed a plethora of its leaves, but instead of the usual goldens, yellows, and oranges, all the leaves were shades of pink and light purple, a beautiful but strange sight. Its trunk is about as wide as my arms. They fit around it in a comfortable hug. The tree is very tall and branchy, the bark white and brown. The leaves are arranged randomly and are large. They are round at the bottom, and then turn into palmately lobed shaped at the top, only there are three lobes rather than the typical five. The tree stands opposite the Mark O. Hatfield Library, just to the south of the building. Upon walking away from the area, I couldn't recall any of the other plants in the surrounding area, because the pink and purple veil the tree had layed out on the ground in front of itself was so distracting and interesting to look at. The (alive) leaves are bright green and look like any other leaves on the rest of the trees, so I'm curious as to why these ones turn a much different color? Is it composed of different sugars?
Tyler Starr: 9/22, Northwest Corner of the Quad
Tyler Starr
22 September from 0949 to 1006
Location: Under the westernmost horse chestnut tree on the northwest corner of the Quad.
Weather: 55 ̊ F, no wind, mostly sunny
Millstream...again
19 September 2008
1830
Once again grassy area between UC and Millstream
Today I am sitting with friends at the millstream again because I really like it here and am too unoriginal to be able to find another place to go observe. Today the water level seems to be about the same as it was a few days ago. So even though I still have not looked into whether this is natural or not it is nice to know that the millstream is still steady. Today there are only two ducks in the stream; both appear to be aimlessly paddling around. It seems like a nice thing to be a duck. Once aging is a pair of ducks a mallard and a hen both seem to be quite comfortable surrounded by people near the mill stream.
Hi, millstream
16 September 2008
1410
Grassy area between University center and Mill Steam
The Mill Stream is higher this week! I am really excited about this. Last week there were marks from where the stream level usually is and the water level was at least 8 inches lower than that. So today when I was at the stream I was happily surprised to find that the level of the stream was only about two inches below the water marks. However I have heard rumors that man controls the water flow in the Millstream. So I will have to look into that deeper, and see whether or not the rising of the millstream was natural or unnatural. Other than the stream being higher this is a pretty typical afternoon at the millstream, there are the usual groups of people around. However it is slightly cooler today so there seem to be a slight fewer amount of people near the stream.
The Willamette like a panther
18 September 2008
1700
Willamette River near Salem Riverfront Park.
At the moment I am reflection upon my time at rowing practice. Where the other members of the team and I spend about and hour and a half on the river six days a week.
When I am not rowing I really enjoy looking out into the river of the banks or the Willamette. Unfortunately I have yet to see any neat or very interesting creature in the river. Sometimes when I am getting into the boat I can see small fish that appeared to be juvenile, but I am unable to tell what kind of fish they are. Today I was lucky enough to see an osprey catch a fish. It was as if this majestic bird swooped out of no where and caught it’s meal and left. The only out of the norm thing that I saw while witnessing the bird fish was it had quite a long pause while catching the fish on the water. Which gave me the idea that the fish the osprey was catching must be large because it was not able to be a swift in catching the fish as I have seen other osprey. I also enjoy watching the different kinds of bushes and trees on the bank from the boat. From California the northwest is such a different world it amazes me all these evergreen plants, opposed to the yellow that coats everything in California six months of the year. The other thing that amazes me, here is the river and how vast it is. This is another new experience for me and I look forward to watching it change as the year progresses.
Rain!?
21 September 2008
1400
Balcony of Keneko commons
This is the first day of rain this season. It is interesting I am sitting on my balcony watching the steady drizzle come down. I first begin to notice it how the rain here in Salem Oregon is much different that the rain that I have experience in Santa Cruz, California. Here, the sky turned from blue to a clouded grey about two days ago. Then today around 11 am a steady rain that was not much more than a drizzle came down for about 4 hours. This is very different for the rain that I have seen in California because there when it rains it is a very violent situation. The rain pours for only a brief period and then stops. So today observing the rain from my balcony is a very interesting and new experience for me. It looks like this grey sheet moving toward the earth. And this sheet is a never ending being coming down. I must say it does put a dampening on plans to go out in the world. However there is a calming aspect to the steadiness of the rain, which is calling and easy to fall in love with.
21 September 2008
Gridlines
21 September 2008
1614
2nd Floor Hatfield Library, Willamette University, Salem, OR
I decided to take a look at nature from a captive point of view, just like we did our first day of class with the star trees. From this vantage point I can see the tops of several trees and stand at eye level with a couple, as for the others all I can see is a shaft of leaves growing vertically through the gridlines of windows. The diversity of trees is amazing and it is interesting to compare the domestic plotted trees of the library with the wild, free-living trees outside. One tree in particular that I am observing stands out brightly against the rusty bricks of a building opposite the library. The leaves of this tree droop with the wight of water after a little rainstorm. Each protrusion on the palmate leaves holds a glimmering orb at the end of its reach. A couple of the branches even seem to droop with the added weight. The branches are like arms and each leaf a hand. A couple grids over I can see the top of a neighboring tree just brushing up against the window its leaves fully submerged in the colors of autumn.
Leaves
1402
Mill Stream, Willamette University, Salem, OR
I am walking back from class along side the Mill stream between the auditorium and the library, the weather is cool and the sun is hidden behind a wall of clouds casting a gray hue about the campus. I pass by the white adirondack chair perched on woodchips beneath the maple tree and i see a loitary palmate leaf lying on the grass. The leaf is laying there inverted the pale underside gleaming upwards with 3 beads of dew shining like tiny little mirrors. The beads of due are like perfect little bubbles magnifying the veins of the leaf with to a perfect scale, it is just like holding a magnifying glass up to your face, distorting features oddly. I pick up the leaf and the beads run off into my outstretch hand the mirrors are gone now and the leaf curls up to cling to itself and I look at it from eye level, the veins are far less visible from the outter top guarding its vulnerability. I walk on a little bit further and see several more leafs dotting the sidewalk, a few have perfect rings of water around them almost like ripples, it is a beautiful sight, so simple.
Bees: 21 September 2008
Rose Dickson
21 September 2008
1532– 1551 hours
Botanical gardens on Willamette University campus, Salem, OR, USA
59 degrees, rainy
Laying in the grass with my eyes closed I become hyper aware of the buzz going on around me. The buzz is not of students, music or transportation; it is the buzzing of bees all around me. The buzzing sound is one every child knows well, and knows to fear. It is an uncomfortable reminder that at any point you may need to jump up and run for your life. I remember being told that bee’s sense fear. Using this information as my guide, I stayed put. I let them freely take there course and I chose not to bother them or let them bother me. As I spent more time listening to their lives pass over me I began to wonder where they all were coming from. Was a hive near by? I wanted to find it! I chose the individual bee that I was determined would lead me back to his home. I followed him through the flowers and around the corner of the gardens. We traveled all the way to sparks field before I realized he was sending me on a wild goose chase. What was this bee even doing, exploring aimlessly? I’m sure he wasn’t going to find anything of interest to him on the turf. Using my better judgment, I let go of my hopes of finding the beehive, and I began to wonder what the everyday life for an individual bee was. How was their day divided between work and play? Was there even the ability for play? Could they even tell a difference? I lose my sense of time as I wonder all these trivial facts. I guess this is what observation journals are for!
Raccoons: 21 September 2008
Rose Dickson
21 September 2008
0000 – 0045 hours
Bench in the botanical gardens on Willamette University campus, Salem, OR, USA
55 degrees, partly cloudy
Sitting on the bench at the botanical gardens I notice I have company. Staring back at me are a pair of florescent green eyes. As I become more aware of my friend, I notice he is not alone. Standing directly across from me is a large family of raccoons. They stay standing still, as if shocked by the situation. I do the same. I waited 5 minuets as we gaze intently at one another, are they aware of me? Can they see me or do they sense my presence? Why are they still, do they feel threatened? Or are they just as interested in me as I am in them? The mom, or biggest raccoon, finally leads her 3 kids around the corner of sparks center. I followed my curiosity and chased after them. Unfortunately, they blend in with the darkness so well that I could not find any trace or hint of raccoon. Where could they have gone? Were they intentionally hiding from me? Did they go back to their home? All I could look for was the reflection of their eyes against the night sky, and they were nowhere to be found.
Squirrels, 9-21-2008
Time: 1709-1724
Can I make these all one post?
Date: 17 September 2008
Time: 1935 hours
Location: Between the Hatfield Library and the Sparks Center
Weather: It is cool and there is a slight breeze.
What sort of shrub is that?:
My location is a bit obscure today. I am located in a section of grassy land between the Hatfield Library and the Sparks Center. My goal in choosing this spot was to observe the interaction between the students walking by and the nature that they are passing. The grass that I sit on has been mown, though unevenly. Perhaps it was not mown unevenly. Perhaps instead, there are several types of grass here and some grows quicker than others. What do I know about grass? I do not know much and that is for sure. At any rate, there is more than just grass here. There are several varieties of bushes as well. They are growing behind where I sit, and, as I think about it more, these “bushes” are awfully tall to be considered bushes. Maybe they are short types of trees? Again, what do I know? I need to start bringing my field guide with me though, that is one thing that I do know. Anyway, the tallest is probably around thirteen feet. I think it is the shape that throws me off and makes me think of a bush. It is not in any sort of cone shape, with a wider base and tip at the top. The entire plant is more one width the entire way up. Its leaves are, for me, the most intriguing part. With a closer look, I notice that they span in a circular fan around the top of the branch, and then again at the bottom of the branch. The leaves at the top though, all circle and are faced and raised upwards. In the circle surrounding the bottom of the branch, the leaves face upward, but droop down towards the earth.
Date: 19 September 2008
Time: 1350 hours
Location: Walking between classes
Weather: lovely day, sunny but not too hot
Observations in Motion
I have decided to make one of my observations about what I perceive between classes. My basic route consists of making a trip over the skybridge from my dorm at Kaneko, to the completely opposite side of campus. For the most part, I use this walk as a way to wake from my sleepy state of being. Once I get to the Collins building, I appreciate the warmth, as it is usually still a little bit chilly outside. My next stretch is a walk from Collins over to the Smullin building for my Themes in Political Theory class. This walk is my personal favorite. Instead of going with most of the human traffic, I usually choose the path that goes in front of Waller and Eaton. On this particular morning, there was a squirrel on the lawn in front of Waller. As the people walked past the squirrel, it scurried away of course, but they are always the most fun to watch leap across the grass. Continuing on my walk, I just enjoyed the sunshine before I went back inside. My classes are both in the same general building and so there was no walk outside from my third and fourth class. To get to my final class though, I have to walk back to the west side of campus to Olin. When I walk this way, I do go with traffic and walk between the quad and Waller and Eaton halls. Though there are more people this way, I enjoy this walk too. The trees that tower overhead provide a protection from the sun and this is especially nice to have as the sun gets more and more directly overhead. My final walk of the day, in the afternoon anyway, is back over the skybridge. Usually it is a long and arduous trek, but today it was very interesting. I could hear something in the trees on the west side of the bridge. It was rustling inside, but not making any noise other than that. Thinking there may be a squirrel or something of that nature, I glanced inside and saw instead a bird. It had a blue body except for underneath and that was all gray. Looking it up when I got back, I found that it was most likely a Western Scrub Jay.
Date: 21 September 2008
Time: 1340 hours
Location: Star Trees Perimeter
Weather: Nice temperature, mostly cloudy, but some blue sky can be seen to the west
Star in the Day:
I am here at the star trees, though not directly underneath of them. I made my stop underneath already and took a picture that will not only be in this blog, but will also be put onto various other websites so that other people can see just how cool Willamette is. Anyway, I am to the west of the center of the trees, in the grass. As I sit here, I think about what is beneath me: the roots of these enormous trees must span for tons of feet and they probably intersect each other. It is an interesting thought, to me anyway. As I sit here cross-legged, there are people that are walking underneath of the trees. A tour guide brings curious visitors underneath and tells them about the idea that if you are to kiss someone underneath the Star Trees, then you will marry that person. She followed with an interesting fact that about 80% of Willamette graduates do marry each other. Back to my observation though, I glance up, having to tilt my head all the way back to see just how far up these Giant Sequoias go. I do not know the exact height, but they are definitely very, very tall. Glancing back down, I note the tremendous width of their trunks as well. Most interesting to me though, is the manner that the tree’s branches swoop down. Like arms tired of holding their needles and pine cones, the branches, especially towards the bottom, create a dramatic tone to the already intriguing Star Trees. As I look away from the trees and to the lawn in front of me, I see crows searching in the grass for food. Sort of to my right and behind me is the historic Waller Hall. While I am doing my scanning of the landscape, I notice that the air is getting a cooler temperature. Looking to the west, I notice that there are definitely some darker clouds brewing and I decide to call it good.
Date: 20 September 2008
Time: 208 hours
Location: Skybridge
Weather: Chilly, but decent for being 2 A.M.
Morning Nightmares:
Morning observations, and boy do I mean morning. It is a little past 2 in the morning right now and I am back in my room after watching some CSI: Miami with Jane and Collin in Sheppard. Upon my journey across the campus, more specifically the skybridge, this morning, I noticed something that, at first, sincerely terrified me. As I spent time making my way across the skybridge though, the shock and horror was overcome by wonder. My path was made directly through the middle of the bridge and it is for the reason that, as I looked closer to the light and the beams that stretched across the bridge, I noticed spiders in almost every single one. Their webs were all generally the same, extended into each corner of the intersections of beams. The spiders themselves were all about the same as well. They had, from what I could see, the same color and about the same size. This uniformity made it appear more like an army, setting up for attack than anything else. Again, though, as I looked closer at these spiders in their homes, I began to have questions run through my mind. One of the first ones was, where do these creatures go during the day? I was glad that I was not wondering where they went to spend their evenings, as that would be more creepy. Why do the spiders only seem to build their webs on the beams that have lights? This one made sense to me though. Many bugs are attracted to the light and so they would be more apt to fly into a web that is close to a light than a web that is not close to the light. Ultimately, no matter how much I told myself that I was okay with being up there and sharing the skybridge with those spiders, I was especially glad to be off of it.
Date: 21 September 2008
Time: 1715 hours
Location: Mill Stream behind Goudy Commons
Weather: Sunny and a nice temperature.
Special Discovery:
I am at the Mill Stream behind Goudy Commons and it has just finished raining. The gray clouds from this morning have passed over Willamette University and into the east. The real reason that I came to this spot is because earlier, coming back from my first journal entry, I noticed that the ducks had been sleeping near the bridge and I wanted to pay them a visit. When I walked over here, Mr. Tyler Starr was already at the spot, observing the same ducks, but I sat down anyway. They were headed back up the stream, but while they were still in front of us, I noticed that they were very social. None of them really strayed too far from the others. Occasionally, one would stand and flap their wings and I wondered why they did this.
As I am looking down to the water and rocks below me, I notice something on the rocks. There are lots of small black—things—on the rocks, but only on those that are submerged. I am going down for a closer look!
Yes! Just as I suspected and hoped, there are tons of little snails attached to the rocks, though not very tightly. They have created distinct trails from dragging themselves across the rocks and they vary in size. Perhaps the most interesting thing to me is that they have the same types of shells as the one that I found at the Willamette River. This is what I made my first observation on and so it was exciting to see this shell again, only this time in use. I wonder, is this what the duck’s diet consists of? Because they only choose spots directly under water on the rocks, does this mean that they are suffocating when I pick them up? I tried to make my holding periods short, only glancing at them and then putting them back down to minimize their time above water. Just in case.
Anyway, I could go on, but as the sun sets, I know that I only have a certain amount of time to get this observation online.
*In addition, I would like to note that I was sincerely disappointed to see that Eloise observed the same types of black snails today too. She did not seem as excited as I was.
Bent Over Backwards
21 September 2008
1900-1923
Outside the Bistro, Willamette University, Salem, OR
As I was walking down to dinner today I saw an area of grasses just outside of the bistro, they had been bent over by the rain storm earlier today. There were still beads of dew on them and the image, in my eyes, was gorgeous. Though the grasses covered a large area it looked as though someone had poured bucket upon bucket of water down upon one specific area, making the scene look odd as only part of these grass-like plants were bent over due to the power of water. Though it was such a simple act of nature I found it amazing because I will only see this once, tomorrow the resilient power of nature will have acted and these plants will be standing up once again no longer weighed down by the burden of rain. These plants reminded me of my backyard of Maine that is covered in tiger lillies and these same types of grasses, every time there is a rain storm the mist is heavy and the grasses flatten as though a stream has just been running over them. I like the connection that can be made between one coast and another.
Tyler Starr: 9/21, Mill Stream N. of Goudy
Tyler Starr
21 September 2008 from 1652-1709
Location: Along the Mill Stream on the northern bank, just north of Goudy
Weather: 59 ̊ F, partly cloudy, 5 mph breezes, everything is still wet from rain
botanical garden- 9-21-2008
Time: 1146-1207
Macroinvertebrates
growing along a wall
16 September 2008
1203-1222
Montag Center, Willamette University, Salem, OR
Though the sun is shining and there are only a few clouds in the sky the weather is still a bit cold. I am sitting at a table in front of the montag center and looking at all of the surrounding plants. There are bushes and trees, grasses and flowers, though the plant that most interest me is a long gangly vine. This vine is growing along a wall behind a metal fence, and its green tinge makes it stand out even more so against the rusty brick background. I am intrigued by this vine for it allows parts of its stem hang loosely off of the wall, unsupported, unattached. The leaves on this vine are like that of a tamarack tree, soft and supple. I have never seen an evergreen-like vine before.
Sparks
1:00pm-1:30pm
September 20, 2008
Sparks, Salem Oregon.
80 degrees.
I will go back and forth on today’s observations so try to keep up. First, the flower garden that’s in front of Eaton hall, which seems to be that at times nobody ever seems to admire. This garden filled with regular and irregular flowers. Moving on, while I was at the soccer game couldn’t help notice that the garden outside the soccer filed forms a w. this w is filled with yellow flowers that fill this w. Most of the flowers that are on campus are attributes to make it look like a good place. On the other side of the sparks center, there is a small tree that grows into the building. On the lower part of this tree there are tons of bushes, which students seem to place their belongings. In front of all of this, a bike rack that holds a blue bike that has been there since I arrived on campus and is still there. The one thing I observed was that the bike was missing parts buy now. The nature around campus ends at the bridge. Only a couple of trees surround the soccer field and keep it looking green.
Birds and Food Gathering
Jackson Plaza
1315-1333
Jackson Plaza, Mill Stream, Willamette University, Salem, OR
The water is gurggling down cascades of rocks barely visible below the surface of the stream, the waves drift past rocks in a sinusoidal path but then transition slowly into a calm ripple as they pass by me out of sight under the ledge of Jackson Plaza. The weather is warm and sunny with a cool breeze that comes with the fading into autumn. Every now and then a wispy cloud passes over the sun turning my bright white page into a bland gray form and changing the sparkling gem of the mill stream into an iron mass. The black eyed susans across the stream from me add a punch of color to the green and brown landscape. This color is a welcome to change and only adds the the beauty of the scene.
Rain is coming...
Date: 19 September, 2008
Time: 1743-1758
Location: South end of soccer field.
Weather: A little cloudy? Night has fallen.
I'm looking up at the sky, and can't see any stars, which actually disturbs me quite a bit and makes me realize I really am in a city. Even so, it feels like they're there, just behind a very black ceiling, and if I could just reach up and rip it away they'd be there. I guess that's true, because it was kinda cloudy when the sun went down, but it still feels weird for it to be totally dark except for the artificial light of the soccer field and the city lights. Speaking of lights, there's a haze like fog around each of the big lights, which makes me think of rain, and I really hope it does rain soon, because it's been too dry and hot the past few weeks.
Sunset: 17 September 2008
Rose Dickson
17 September 2008
1739 – 1807 hours
On the bridge between Smith Auditorium and the Library on Willamette University campus, Salem, OR, USA
59 degrees, partly cloudy
Walking home from dinner at Goudy Commons I decided to take a moment and watch the sunset. The colors in the sky were fantastic yellows and oranges, but the most amazing site was the sun itself. It looked as if a pink highlighter had drawn a perfect circle in the sky. I stood motionless watching the sun as it gradually fell from my vision. As it lowered, it became a deeper and deeper shade, but it never lost its florescent glow. Towards the end of the sunset, I looked over at my friend to remark how breathtaking the site was. As I turned, I noticed his skin was reflecting the color of the sun; it looked as if he had turned pink! How can something so far away create such an impact on earth? The rays, that are over 90 million miles away, were embracing my friend’s skin and even more strange, probably my own as well.