I'm really anxious to get to the fauna part, but you know the drill: veggies before dessert. So, here's part one of the flora, but don't miss the fauna part in a day or so.
First, one area of Tern Lake. It's shallow, somewhat swampy, and has a number of islands made up of vegetation. I sometimes think they are not connected to the underlying bottom of the lake. The large white flowering plants are cow parsnip. Many an imaginary sword fight has been fought with the long stems, only for the swordsman to discover the hairs on the stems and leaves can cause sensitivity to sunlight, and resulting large blisters to form. The haze in the air is smoke from wildfires.
This could be the official plant of Alaska. It's fireweed. Honey and jelly are made from the flowers. This plant can grow to seven feet tall.
Close-up of fireweed.
Fireweed, prickly rose, and some kind of yellow flower. I'll have to ask my flower guru what it is. Note how the fireweed blooms from the bottom up. Local lore has it that when the fireweed "tops out," or finishes blooming, winter is six weeks away. Good thing they have such long stalks.
Cow parsnip and more prickly rose.
Another photo of a hedge of rose, fireweed, cow parsnip and other small flowers that line part of the lake's edge.
I mentioned above that Tern Lake is shallow and somewhat marshy, but even in places where "pond scum" collects, there are tiny flowers.
Marsh cinquefoil. I'm just learning the lens on this Nikon D-40. Sometimes it focuses on what IT wants to focus on, rather than what I want it to. I rather like this photo, though.
Close up of prickly rose.
Another shot of the marsh cinquefoil. Note the bee's wings on the right.
Well, we made it through the flora part. Now to work on the fauna part--the fun one!
Kayaking. I hope to do some of that this weekend, if not, I enjoyed riding with you and seeing much of what you saw.
ReplyDeletethe yellow is mustard. As I sit here, hiding from AZ heat in VERY expensive air conditioned comfort, I get homesick for the magical feeling of being out in the fully lit wee hours... I remember the night adventures as having that sense of muted solitude that one gets while walking during a quiet snowfall. I love the pics and memories they evoke--thank you!
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