Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Owl

I am so proud of my owl that I am posting him everywhere and what a perfect place to keep him permanently, but on my blog. I was driving down a backwoods, dirt road between Middlebury and Woodbury, Connecticut, when I saw a large bird fly down from an embankment and perch onto a tree branch close to the road. I slowed down, assuming that it was a hawk as they are so prevalent around here. As I got to the bird, I saw that it wasn't a hawk; it was an owl! I slammed on my brakes, pulled the car off the road as far as I could, rolled down the window, leaned over the passenger-side seat in ungodly contorted positions, and started snapping pictures with my iPhone, hoping that I was keeping it steady enough. My heart was beating heavily and my hands were shaking. Damn me for not carrying my camera with me at ALL times.

I was already late for an appt, so I couldn't stay there snapping any more pictures. I took off with anticipation of getting to my destination so that I could quickly view my pictures. To my utter dismay, there was no owl. How could this be? He was RIGHT THERE, not 20 feet from the car. With all the action of stopping the car and rolling down the window, he just stood there staring at me. How could he not be in the picture????

After my appointment, I got home and downloaded the picture to my PC. I blew it up to 100%, 150%, 200%. I searched every single inch of the photo and could not see the owl. The only conclusion I came to was that I was too far off to the right or left. I told a friend of mine and she said, "Are you sure it wasn't an apparition?" I was sure. I know I saw it. I know I saw it land. I know I saw it turn its head away and then back and stare at me. I know what I saw.

I looked at that picture every day for four days, searching ... searching .... searching .... when today, I FOUND IT! Can it be? Is this really it or did I want to see it so bad that I was imagining it? I e-mailed it to a few friends who confirmed that it was there. I also cropped it and posted it on Facebook. A few other people saw it, too, so I know, now, that it is no apparition. I got the snapshot of a lifetime.

Can you see it? It's just up and to the right of dead center

Monday, February 06, 2012

JPPM

On the shores of the Patuxent River in Maryland, the Jefferson Patterson Park & Museum is a state park situated on 560 acres. The land was donated to the state for the purpose of preserving and interpreting the archaeological resources and history of the property. It has been inhabited for over 9000 years by Native Americans, plantation owners, tenants, free and enslaved Africans, and indentured servants.

Jefferson Patterson purchased the property in 1932. Researching and using modern methods of farming, he established a model farm and raised tobacco, soybeans, corn, and cattle until his death in 1977. He raised prize-winning Black Aberdeen Angus cattle.

Also on the site is a replica Indian Village depicting the life of the Eastern Woodland Algonquian Indians, which is where I took all of my pictures.

Holly bush with berries. Holly is very prevalent in this area.
Indian village:

Facts and information from the various plaques around the village:

For the Native people in this area, the new year started in the spring, the time of 'budding and blossoming.' Summer was the second season, the time of the 'highest sun.' Next came the 'earing of the corn' season when the corn began to ripen which was celebrated with the Green Corn Festival. In autumn, the season of the 'falling leaf,' the Indians dispursed into smaller groups to gather nuts or hunt game. Winter, the fifth season, was called cohonks for the sound of geese flying overhead.

Clothing -- Men and women wore deer hide or woven plant-fiber aprons around their waists; children were generally naked until puberty. Bear grease mixed with red ochre was used to repel insects and to provide insulation in cold weather. Men in this region usually shaved the right or bow side of their heads so that the hair wasn't caught when they were shooting game. The hair on the other side grew long and was tied up with twine and feathers. They wore cloaks of deerskin, woven fibers, furs or feathers in the winter and for ceremonies. Necklaces of shell, seed and clay beads, animal teeth, and copper pieces were worn to show status and wealth.

Family, Customs, and Beliefs -- In the Chesapeake Bay region, typically one extended family lived in each house: mother, father, children, plus some grandparents, aunts, uncles, and even cousins. Inheritance of both status and posessions followed one's matrilineal line -- from the mother's brother rather than the father. Social responsibilities were learned from one's uncle(s). Elders were respected for their knowledge and wisdom.



Larger villages contained a chief's house; often the largest structure in the village. Governing was accomplished through consultation; the chiefs consulted their councils of priests, war captains, and elders when making decisions.

Eastern Woodland Algonquians believed that al plants and animals had spirits. Before and after a hunt, they gave thanks to these spirits to ensure cooperation in the future. They worshiped two main gods: one was a benevolent god, while the other caused bad things to happen. In an effort to avoid trouble, they held rituals to appease the malevolent god. Ceremonies occurred at special times of the year, such as at harvest, when children entered adulthood, or when guests were present.

Chestnut Trees -- Missing from our forests today, the American chestnut once made up 25-40% of the woods. People and animals competed for the plentiful nutritious nuts. The bark was used to cover houses, and the wood made strong, long-lasting tool handles. Sadly, the American chestnut disappeared from the Eastern Woodlands, including the Chesapeake watershed, when a fungus from Japan infected the trees in the early 20th century. Plant scientists are trying to develop a fungus-resistant variety. Hopefully, the small chestnuts planted here will survive for many years.


These posts were usually set in the middle of the village and near their "Quoiccasan" (House of Religious Worship). They were used for celebration and dance.


The Patuxent River:

Escape

Wow! It's been a long time, but here I am. Monday, Feb. 6th -- the second day of my escape. I had nearly 14 days ahead of me with absolutely nothing to do, so I decided to drive down to VA to visit my friends Karen & Steve.

This is a strange church somewhere in Maryland:


A strange stand of trees that I thought made an interesting picture:


One-room schoolhouse in Port Republic, Maryland.
Written on the plaque outside the school:

The schoolhouse served to educate white children in grades 1-7, all in the same classroom, usually with only one teacher providing instruction in all subject areas. In addition to the "3Rs" (reading, 'riting, and 'rithmatic), rural one-room school teachers also taught science, geography, and history.

One-room schools were built throughout the county so that no child would have to walk more than three miles to school (imagine that ... while today's children are forced to trek that long route down to the end of their own driveway). Only as roads improved in Calvert County did centralized schools begin to be built, and children were then transported by bus to Prince Frederick.

In 1976, the Calvert Retired Teachers Association restored the one-room school as a Bicentennial project, and they continue to run the educational programs that are available to all schools. It is open to the public on designated days and by appointment.

Vultures sunning themselves:
A typical class from the 1920's or 1930's

A bit of Americana:

I hate bridges. I have always hated bridges. I have hated them for as long as I can possibly remember. Most of them have me gripping the steering wheel so tight that I have a hard time opening my hands once I get back on land. I usually shudder once I land on the other side. Now the DOT's of the world have decided to make my adventure even more pleasant by putting up these Jersey Barriers. Do they really think that these 4-inch cement walls will keep me from flipping over into the abyss?

This is the bridge over the Potomac River that separates Maryland from Virginia


On the shore of the Potomac: