Walking in Westminster

So my wife and kid have been sick all week–head cold, chest cold, fevers–the poor things.  And we are down to one car because my wife's is in the shop.  As a result I've been running around a lot and will probably have to work this weekend.  And I haven't been able to get out and walk like I should.  Except the day when I took my wife and kid to the doctor's office in Westminster, MA–while they had their appointment, I went out for a walk…

Communities have personalities.  You can get a sense of them just walking through them.  One thing that usually becomes obvious very rapidly is whether the community is welcoming or exclusionary.  I got the impression that this part of Westminster was of the latter type.  First of all, there were no sidewalks–anywhere.  Secondly there were fences everywhere.  There were a number of beautiful and obviously expensive homes that probably had lovely properties, but you couldn't see much of them because they were surrounded by fences with no openings.  Add in the high curbs at the property fronts, and the no trespassing and no parking signs everywhere and you don't exactly get the impression of open arms.

In its defense, this section of Westminster was near a lake (Wyman Pond) that acts as a public water supply, so perhaps they have trouble with loiterers.  The only exposed areas of the lake, including a lovely grassy field were enclosed with chain link fence, and I didn't see any loiterers about on this beautiful sunny day, so if there was a loitering problem it may have been solved by these measures.  Some of the local residents seemed to be very concerned that a condo might get built in their area, as evidenced by the “DONT CONDO CROW HILL” signs I saw on a few lawns.

But this part of Westminster has a different problem, and one that left me confuzzled and amused.  At one of the first homes I passed I was briefly startled by a figure standing in a window over the garage staring out at me.  After a few seconds I realized it was a fullsize plastic Santa Claus.  I chuckled to myself and said “Hey buddy, it's a little late for Christmas.”

After 20 minutes of walking or so, I came upon a giant inflated Uncle Sam figure standing on somebody's lawn.  Around his neck hung a sign “Happy 4th of July”.  That definitely got a double-take from me.

A few minutes later Pat called on my cellphone to tell me that they were leaving the waiting room and the doctor would be seeing them soon, so I turned back.  On the way back I passed a house I hadn't noticed before.  On the front lawn was a big red sleigh and two reindeer statues.

I felt like I was in the town that time forgot.  I half expected to see a house with halloween decorations in the windows, but perhaps I didn't walk far enough!

Aside from all that, it was still an enjoyable walk.  When I reached the chain-linked fenced area at the north end of Wyman Pond, I approached from the west.  From this side, I didn't see any signs, and there was a gate in the fence standing open, so I walked in and snapped a picture of the lake.  To my left was a stone-walled drainage channel which carried water away through a series of steps, also behind a chain-link fence.  Click the thumbnails to see the pictures:


Wyman Pond, North Shore

Drainage Channel

At the end of the fence in the left picture is a sign that has been bent out of shape so you can't read it without standing in the water.  I craned my neck to try and read it but didn't want to get my shoes wet.  After snapping my pictures, I went back out the gate and continued up the road.  Past the drainage channel is another fenced in area with a gate, and this gate was closed and bore the sign “FITCHBURG PUBLIC WATER SUPPLY — NO TRESPASSING”.  Oops.  There was no sign on the open gate.  Guess I'm one of those damn loiterers.

Here's a satellite photo of the area I was walking in with my path highlighted in yellow.  The area where the drainage channel passed under the road is marked with a red pointer.  (Sat-photo courtesy of Google Maps.)


Munch's Masterpiece “The Scream” Burned by Art Thieves?

The Norwegian Newspaper Aftenposten reports that both “The Scream” and “Madonna” by Edvard Munch may have been destroyed.  The paintings were originally stolen in a daring daytime robbery from the Munch Museum in Norway back in August.

Now Aftenposten cites another newpaper's claim that the paintings have been burned to ash by thieves who wish to get rid of the evidence.

The Munch masterpieces “The Scream” and “Madonna” have been incinerated, according to newspaper Dagbladet, citing criminal sources and a top secret police report.

The paper claimed Thursday that the paintings were destroyed in order to get rid of damning evidence as the police investigation closes in on the culprits behind the robbery…

 Jesus I hope this isn't true–and it may not be.  The Oslo police are publicly claiming that the Dagbladet story is news to them.

…”This is completely unknown to Oslo police. I basically have no comment and normally we do not use Dagbladet as a reliable source here at the Oslo police,” [Investigation leader Iver] Stensrud told NRK (Norwegian Broadcasting)…

I'm not really much of an art lover.  I don't go to art museums and contemplate paintings, but I admire artistry, and I have a deep respect for artistic expression.  When I first heard of the theft, I was appalled, but this act leaves me horrified.

Besides, you don't have to be an art lover to recognize “The Scream”–it's gotten a lot of play in pop culture.  I've seen prints, t-shirts, buttons, all sorts of items with “The Scream” on them.

For now, I'm going to hope it isn't true.  There have got to be ways to dispose of the evidence without destroying it.  Like for example, dump it somewhere and leave an anonymous tip.  Burning the paintings seems totally unnecessary.


The Ivory-billed Woodpecker Lives!!!

For sixty years the bird books have been telling us that the Ivory-billed Woodpecker (Campephilus principalis), a rare bird that dwelt in the oldest growth forests in the southeastern United States had gone extinct.  Sporadic sightings have been reported but none have been confirmed… until now

… This is huge. Just huge,” said Frank Gill, senior ornithologist at the Audubon Society. “It is kind of like finding Elvis.” …

I'll say!  Back when I was birding regularly, no bird was more like a holy grail than old Ivory Bill.  Prior to this sighting, the last confirmed sighting was in Louisiana in 1943.  Subsequent to that there were unconfirmed sightings into the 1950's and all the way up to the 1980's in Cuba for the subspecies of Ivory-billed Woodpeckers native to that island.

The National Geographic Society Field Guide to the Birds of North America (3rd Ed) describes the Ivory-billed in the past tense:

…Once our largest woodpecker, Ivory-billed required large tracts of old-growth river forest; dead and dying trees supplied nesting sites and food: the larvae of wood-boring beetles.  Destruction of habitat in the last half of the 19th and early 20th centuries led to the probable extinction of this never common species.

The Roger Tory Peterson field guide Eastern Birds says:

…Reports in recent years (needing further verification) from Florida, Louisiana, S. Carolina, and e. Texas (Big Thicket).  Very close to extinction, if, indeed, it still exists.

These respected guides didn't come right out and say the species was gone, but many birders believed it was.  The Stokes Field Guide to Birds (Eastern Region) and the lauded National Audubon Society Sibley Guide to Birds don't mention the Ivory-billed at all. 

Since the last reports thought valid (in the 50's) there have continued to be unconfirmed reports on rare occasions, but the problem is that the Ivory-billed Woodpecker very closely resembles the Pileated Woodpecker which is much more common and less shy.  The latter reports are thought to have been misidentification of this other bird.

But many birders held out hope that perhaps the shy bird was surviving in small numbers somewhere.  Perhaps it would again be found.  Many have visited the wild places of the deep south looking for the elusive and enormous Ivory-billed.

In the last few years apparently more uncomfirmed reports have come in that have sounded tantalizingly accurate.  Finally though, somebody caught the bird on video.  There is no question that the images captured are of an Ivory-billed Woodpecker.

Mary Scott of BirdingAmerica.com reported spotting an Ivory-billed in 2003:

…I did not get a picture. Those of you who have read reports of previous searches know that I never was without my trusty video camera strapped to my hand while searching. Well, I had been traveling by car for about three hours without a rest stop when I arrived (with several search companions) in the area to be searched. I got out … and walked to the rear of the car to stretch. Each of my companions walked in the other direction. Just minutes had passed when my eye caught sight of a large woodpecker flying up off the flooded forest floor. … I stood transfixed as I saw the bird land on a tree about 50 feet away. I had an unobstructed view. The sight was overwhelming. The bird was huge, and was hanging from the trunk of the tree, not more than 15 feet off the ground, with its wings folded on its back. There were two large white triangles on the wings. A shaft of sunlight was shimmering through the red crest. The bird had a long neck and prominent shoulders. My mind was clicking off the field marks, but there could be no doubt as to what I was seeing. The tension between wanting to just observe and wanting to call to my friends was profound. After I had fully absorbed the bird, I started to call out the field marks to my friends in a 'loud whisper'. By the time I started the second sentence, the bird dropped from the tree, spread its wings, and glided away from me, out of sight. The vision of the bird's wingspan was extraordinary. So very very long were the wings, and the trailing edge was brilliant white. My companions rushed over, the bird was gone, and they were incredulous…

…I informed local wildlife officials in Arkansas of my sighting. I then contacted friends at the Cornell Lab of Ornithology and told them of my experience. … For me, the search for the Ivory-billed Woodpecker had ended. I had found the bird, and it was more than enough…

Cornell Lab of Ornithology has released a wonderful new website, Rediscovering the Ivory-Billed Woodpecker which details their expedition to confirm the continued existence of the species in 2004.  Its a long and fascinating story.  I'll close with my favorite segment:

February 27, 2004: [Tim] Gallagher [editor of the Cornell Laboratory of Ornithology's Living Bird magazine] recalled, “On the second day of our trip, at approximately 1:15 in the afternoon, a large black-and-white woodpecker with the characteristic color pattern of an Ivory-billed Woodpecker flew across the bayou at close range in front of [Bobby] Harrison [associate professor at Oakwood College in Huntsville, Alabama] and me. We cried out simultaneously, 'Ivory-bill!' and paddled frantically toward shore. As soon as we landed, we took off through the boot-sucking muck and mire of the swamp, climbing up and over fallen trees and through branches, with camcorder in hand and running. Although the bird landed on tree trunks briefly a couple of times, we weren't able to catch up with it or take video.”

“Fifteen minutes later, I suggested that we sit down and write detailed field notes, before we'd had a chance to think much about what we had seen or to confer with each other.

“As he finished his notes, Harrison sat down on a log, put his face in his hands, and began to sob. 'I saw an ivory-bill,' he said. I stood quietly a few feet away, too choked with emotion to speak,” Gallagher said.

Later, Harrison said, “I have always believed that the Ivory-billed Woodpecker still lived, and finding one has been a dominant force in my life for more than three decades. Finding an ivory-bill was a 33-year dream come true for me.”

Welcome back, Woody.


Cornell has made a video press release available on their website.

The story was broken today in the journal “Science”.


Name That Movie #36

Here we go again folks.  Thanks James for your last name-that-movie post.  Good luck with mine…

Below is an image from a movie.  If you can guess the movie via that one image, do so, if not, there will be links to further images.  The second image should be more obvious, and the third image even moreso, and so on.  When you are ready to make a guess, make sure you indicate how many images it took before you got it.  Please try not to read the comments before you guess!

That said, here's the first image…

 

GOOD LUCK!!!

 


EDIT: By the way, you can recap all the Name-That-Movie posts on Unbecoming Levity, by use of this neat little page. Remember, if you don't want to wait for me to post the answer, you can always click the “I Give Up” button on the recap page.


After the Sunset — Movie Review

In Brett Ratner's After the Sunset (imdb) (amazon) Pierce Brosnan and Salma Hayek play jewel thieves Max and Lola who have decided to put their wayward lifestyle behind them (now that they are wealthy) and retire to the Bahamas, marry, and live out the rest of their days relaxing in paradise.  Their arch-enemy, FBI agent Stanley Lloyd (played by Woody Harrelson) doesn't believe it for a moment…

I enjoyed this movie enough to watch it twice, once alone and once with my wife.  The twists and turns in the film were not that surprising to me, but the scenery was beautiful, and the humor made me laugh.  It is not without its problems, but I liked it anyway.

Some parts of the movie require a serious suspension of disbelief that I found hard to muster, and some of the emotional moments between Lola and Max are pretty weak.  The movie tries to get a lot of mileage out of Salma's beauty, and Brosnan and Hayek are rarely onscreen together without being all over each other.

All that aside, the humor saves this movie, I think.  So if you're visiting the video store and you don't see anything better, give After the Sunset a try. You may get a chuckle or two out of it.


Pictures of Cars

In a recent blog article, my friend James notes “I don’t know why, but lately I’ve had the urge to take pictures of cars.”  Cars are fun to look at, especially those that have personality or are caught doing odd things.  I take pictures of cars all the time.  So partly because I have been wanting to all along, and partly so that James doesn't feel alone in this weird pastime, I offer a photo album of Car Pictures.  There's only a few random pix in there that I've taken over the last couple months.  But I expect it will grow slowly over time as I spot more and more cars worth photographing…