Treemagination at Morton Arboretum, 2024
December 21, 2024
This is my favorite part of Illumination at Morton Arboretum.
This is my favorite part of Illumination at Morton Arboretum.
Two hours of Illumination at Morton Arboretum in ten minutes, minus Treemagination. That’s my favorite and will be a separate video.
(The long gap without music at Ornament Hill is due to a copyright issue with the music.)
Catching up on old Sierra magazines. From an unnamed Maasai man in the September/October 2016 issue:
These young Maasai children — they grow up now without ever hearing a lion roar at night. They don’t even know what a lion sounds like. Things are changing for us. Once, we Maasai were lions. Tomorrow, we might only be ants.
First, the skies were spectacular on the way there going west on i-80.
I love Caroling Campfire, with Christmas songs, trivia, charades, and a candy cane hunt (for the children). I enjoyed it more than it looks. No snow, however.
Oh, and s’mores. S’MORES. Mmmm.
You’ll have to take my word for it — that’s what it says (photo taken from moving taxi).
This week’s presentation at Sagawau Environmental Learning Center was on owls. It was somewhat better attended the slime mold presentation. Despite my history with raptors, including owls, I did learn a few new things. The presenter chose fabulous photos.
After a stop at Pulaski Woods overlooking Camp Bullfrog Lake to watch the sun set, a drink at Imperial Oak accompanied by a pizza from their neighbor, Pizza 750. Then time to check out a few lights in Willow Springs.
Ever since I learned about slime molds at school (elementary? junior high?) and my class went searching for them, I’ve wanted to learn more about and observe them in their different forms. I don’t have much opportunity to see them, and I don’t remember where to look or what to look for. This presentation solved that. Unfortunately, I was distracted from most of it by expected phone calls from the maintenance technician I’d called earlier to fix a plumbing problem, but I got the gist. The best part, however, was getting outside, crossing the stream that runs through Sagawau Canyon, and along with the group looking for and finding slime mold fruiting bodies. I managed to take a non-blurry photo of only one, however.
Afterward, we took the pleasant drive down hilly Wolf Road toward Pulaski and Wolf Road Woods, where a coyote crossed the road in front of us at the top of one of the hills (the first?). I didn’t get a photo and put the phone down. A second one crossed of course. No photo of that one either, nor of the one J spotted before I saw what I thought was the first crossing. It’s always a little magical seeing coyotes. Even without photographic evidence/proof.
(The bathroom sign is from Ashbary Coffee House.)
Today seemed like a good opportunity to see “Indige-Facts” at Isle a la Cache Museum, which is focused primarily on Native American life and the voyageurs. For some reason, I didn’t take any photos of the exhibit, which I regret. There were many names and details I wanted to look up. Here’s how it was described.
“The exhibit raises and answers questions such as: Are Native Americans U.S. citizens? How many Indigenous people live in this country? Do all American Indians live on reservations? What are the right words to describe the people who have always lived here?,” according to a release.
The Mitchell Museum of the American Indian in Evanston created the traveling exhibit, which is on loan to the Forest Preserve District’s Isle a la Cache Museum in Romeoville.
It was only after I got there I realized the exhibit came from Evanston, which would have been closer.
(As a side note, loved the sky along the lakefront on the way to I-55.)
Starting in 2011 with Ryerson Woods Dam, many of the low dams along the upper Des Plaines River have been removed — they hinder a healthy ecosystem, endanger kayakers, and don’t serve a purpose. There’s more on these dam removals here.
A bigger project has been happening on the Klamath in the Pacific Northwest, where much larger dams have been removed. It appears that chinook salmon are returning. Enjoy the peaceful tinkling sounds of the flowing river.