Butterfly Update

We’ve documented butterfly “developments” on Ghulf Genes, but want to provide some instant news now. We took our five butterflies to Traverse City with us, in their chrysalis (or pupa) stage, in a little fishtank:

We got back late last night. This morning Brigitte removed the pupae. She put them out into the sunlight riding high above some old parsley plants.

Then, for good measure, she affixed a huge (from their perspective) plastic butterfly to the window by means of a suction cup. She thought it might “encourage” them. Here Brigitte “archetype”:

Tonight, to our astonishment, the first Black Swallowtail, by coloration a little boy, sliced itself a very narrow opening in its pupa and came out. Brigitte came screaming to get me, and here is a good picture of the new arrival as seen from the side, wings closed, in other words. Meanwhile we’d moved the tray to a more central place in the sunroom. Here he is:

An hour or two later our friend took flight—but only temporarily. At first he crashed against a wall in an unhappy attempt to plunge himself into a lamp. He crawled up the leg of a stool. Brigitte put the stool on the table and took this photo of our friend. Notice that his wings are now half-open.

There the new-born sat for a while, calming down. But the light was still drawing him ever on, ever on. Taking wing again, he landed (happily for the photographer) on the rim of the lampshade and, exhausted from this effort, rested with wings completely opene:

And that was also—probably—the last we shall see of Aristo One of 2011. He took wing again, fell once more, and once more climbed up the leg of the stool. We then decided that we’d set him free—and took the stool out into the night. Good-bye, young one. You’re back in your element again. A happy, happy flight to you in your brief but splendid, fascinating life...

And the two of us came in again, bent over from all of the tensions of the night...

Little MGs First Big Trip

If John's little MG (the license plate's FUN MG provides its first name too) is not exactly young, but it is the clan’s youngest addition, as it were. The trip to Traverse City was its first Big Trip. Soon after our arrival there Monique intended to take Brigitte on her maiden voyage in FUN. I hoped to take a picture, but John was assiduously busy (1) removing the last bit of dust and (2) making Brigitte as comfortable as possible—

I had to wait a bit before I could show off FUN in his complete, shiny glory...

Here! The background is our motel, called Anchor Inn. This is our second stay at this facility, which is now becoming our Second Rugby Home, complete with pear tree shedding fruit, a walk-to-beach for swimming or watching the Moon-Rise late by night. The first time, however, that we had cabin...

Yes. That number, in whatever combination, is an omen of Good Luck for this clan. The beach? Here it is:

The moon rise? Well, here it is, but I'll have to get Kodak to give me yet another lesson on using its High ISO setting for capturing images in virtually lightless conditions.

On the way home we thought we'd get some shots of FUN with the Great Water as backdrop, and above is the first, with John at the wheel.

With Monique and John both...

And finally with the two of us!

The young-old MG performed splendidly on the trip. On the last leg of it, in the dark, I rode with John, and we both enjoyed listening to Click and Clack do their Car Talk on Public Radio together—which seemed rather appropriate material for the occasion...

Sailing on Schooner Manitou

If you click on the image you can see the Schooner Manitou away in the distance on Grand Traverse Bay in Michigan. Seeing that ship suggested that we ought to sail on it ourselves. Two days later we did just that, and here some pictures taken in sequence with annotations here and there.

That's John helping to loft the sail!

And Monique watching the sail’s progress as it rises.

Or is she, instead, watching one of the crew climbing to the top of the main mast intending there to loft the main gaff topsail?

There it is, unfurled, but now seen from the port side instead.

For a while there Monique was much taken with the heights. You see her reclining on the starboard side (must stay with sea lingo here), camera ready to catch the unexpected.

Yes, she saw something. And John on the left (port) is looking at the same development. The maddening thing about being on a great boat is that it is so difficult to see it in the whole.

Brigitte, meanwhile was taking in the view. She is visible on the right.

Here a view from the forward hold up—this compartment being the one where the crew spend their nights.

And that’s me, having clambered back up, looking the way I normally do, unedited, now intently observing our captain in her most efficient handling of the boat as we prepared for another tack.

Then off to sail the blue waters of the Great Lakes...

The trip ended, at last, in a leisurely manner. You see Brigitte, Monique, and John relaxing. The sails have been lowered. We made two attempts to dock before succeeding; a sharp off-shore wind prevented our crew from throwing rope to the shore to hold us.

Therefore we had time to enjoy the experience, others to display spontaneous affection. Finally...

We said goodby to sky-blue waters, for the time being. But we shall return...

The Algonquian word for a Spirit Being is manitou. There are many, invisible, but yet they are associated now with animals, now with islands, now with trees—and sometimes with things like sailing schooners. But they are real, real persons, and you can relate to them. Yes. In a way, on this vacation trip, we found that out too.