I apologize for enjoying nature, while progressives are hysterical about it falling apart – inside their minds.
Here is a video I took this morning of a levitating leaf in Maryland.
[youtube=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MG7cLfXnwKo]
I apologize for enjoying nature, while progressives are hysterical about it falling apart – inside their minds.
Here is a video I took this morning of a levitating leaf in Maryland.
[youtube=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MG7cLfXnwKo]
Stuck on a spider’s web. Not so much a web but a couple of the lines.
I agree.
Sometimes there is so much beauty in the world, I feel like I can’t take it.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qssvnjj5Moo
I see another business opportunity for Andrea Rossi.
It is the warm air rising from the sun heated path. Nothing new in that. Ask any glider pilot about rising air. In Australia gliders can go hundreds of kms. Climate alarmist assume radiation is the only heat transfer from the earths surface. In fact convection and phase change (ie evaporation) are more important than radiation.
Nah, the movements are definitely not due to wind.
THIS is a real UFO!
The orientation does note change it is stuck on two spider lines. One from the stem lower right in picture and the top most part of the leaf.
You all probably remember this bit of climate “science”:
Why Autumn Leaves May Be Dulled by Climate Change
By Michael Dhar, LiveScience Contributor | September 20, 2013 10:59am ET
“Every year, New England and other northern regions reliably burst into a blaze of fall color. But this natural phenomenon will likely become less reliable as climate change disrupts the planet, experts say. Add those brilliant reds and oranges to the list of global warming victims.”
http://www.livescience.com/39820-climate-change-fall-leaves.html
Our fall colors in New Hampshire have been spectacular, as always.
Our fall colors in New Hampshire have been spectacular, as always.
That is the one thing I really miss since moving to NC.
There was this one beautiful white clapboard church in Londonderry NH that was surrounded by nicely spaced sugar maples with a back drop of evergreens. In the fall those trees would turn into balls of flaming red, orange and yellow. Add in the dark green of the evergreens and blue sky and fluffy white clouds.. I had to drag my camera to work just to make sure I got pictures.
Prof Neufeld was probably angling for his next grant.
Live Science supporting a dead theory. How is this theory still breathing? Zombie science.
Have any of you ever been down south and watched a Kudzu seed pod lifted in the wind like a feather? That kudzu will be around forever, that was a good idea. Heh
Very nice.
The not falling aspect reminds me of “The Last Leaf”:
http://www.online-literature.com/o_henry/1303/
A summary here:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Last_Leaf
Les sanglots longs The long sobs
Des violons Of the violins
De l’automne Of Autumn
Blessent mon cœur Wound my heart
D’une langueur With a monotonous
Monotone. Languor.
Tout suffocant All choked
Et blême, quand And pale, when
Sonne l’heure, The hour chimes,
Je me souviens I remember
Des jours anciens Days of old
Et je pleure And I cry
Et je m’en vais And I’m going
Au vent mauvais On an ill wind
Qui m’emporte That carries me
Deçà, delà, Here and there,
Pareil à la As if a
Feuille morte. Dead leaf.
Paul Verlaine
Lets try that again without the French:
The long sob
Of the violins
Of Autumn
Wound my heart
With a monotonous
Languor.
All choked
And pale, when
The hour chimes,
I remember
Days of old
And I cry
And I’m going
On an ill wind
That carries me
Here and there,
As if a
Dead leaf.
Paul Verlaine
Gees, climate disruption is so strong, its even affecting gravity !! 😉
Once or twice I’ve been lucky enough to witness leaves falling from my mature maple tree, where the breeze and the weight ratio of the leaves are just right.
The stem weight and the leafs surface area and the breeze combine into a flight of 40-50 feet from the tree.
Gliding leaves.
It’s a site to see 🙂
I didn’t see the alien decloak. Where’s the alien? Ripoff! /sarc
Notes from the fireside
The gusting fall winds drove the rain horizontal, tearing both flame-red and gray-green leaves from the lower trees. The big old maple opposite had already lost all the leaves save two near the top, which clung on valiantly throughout this autumnal storm. Old maple’s now denuded boughs waved broken branches meanlessly at each gusty shock. And the apple tree leaves’ strangeness of changing from gaudy green to ugly black slithers were lost in tufts of flatened wet grass. An irregular tear in the menacing blue-gray cloud allowed the brief glare of sunlight to peer over nature’s untidy scattered drifts of dirty wet leaves and broken twigs.
This morning was cold and wet, but more wood on the stove’s feeble flames within would soon make it cosy. Warm milk coffee at the desk and the mailman’s leafy delivery of fresh bills.
“I thank the Lord for food, warmth, and shelter” the voice wispered…