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Blackwell Swamp and Rockhouse Bottom in Early October on the Wheeler National Wildlife Refuge (Part Two)

January 28, 2025/in Updates /by Steve Jones

On October 6, 2024, a little longer than six weeks since my total right knee replacement surgery, I ventured to Wheeler National Wildlife Refuge to gently explore Buckeye Impoundment, Blackwell Swamp, and Rockhouse Bottom by automobile and dirt road strolling. Not yet ready for woodland trail wandering, I welcomed the fresh air, seasonal transition signs, and diverse habitats of meadow, swamp, and Tennessee River.

Because the three ecological units are too much to stuff into a single photo essay, Blackwell Swamp and Rockhouse Bottom will serve as Part Two of my October 6 exploration.

Blackwell Swamp

A friend toured me in August 20, 2023 in his Cessna over the Wheeler National Wildlife Refuge. Here’s Blackwell Swamp from its south end looking into the hazy north. Until drafting this narrative I had not noticed that the swamp looks a lot like Florida’s penninsula.

A rough canoe launch on the southwest corner offers a viewpoint for the swamp’s southern extent. I can’t recall what manner of life I saw on this visit, but seldom have my viewings come up empty. Prior observations have included: bald eagle, osprey, barred owl, water snakes, turtles, lots of ducks, Canada geese, great blue herons, great egrets, green herons, and many songbirds.

Although early October, the swamp ecosystem was transitioning from summer to autumn. The entire period from September through April gradually shifts from early fall to spring. Winter is hardly a confirmed season of its own! After many years living in Upstate New York, New Hampshire, Ohio, Pennsylvania, and Alaska, my winter frame of reference includes persistent cold periods, occasional snow, and deep dormancy. Early October in Fairbanks, AK begins its earnest winter; by mid-October the daily high seldom, then rarely, reaches freezing until after mid-March. Our winters in southeastern Virginia, Savannah, Georgia, and Auburn and Prattville, Alabama likewise delivered only a few days of real winter.

I recorded this 52-second video mid-morning on October 6, on a day that merely hinted at autumn temperatures, yet the summer sharpness is gone.

The Corps of Engineers, as it does across much of the refuge, maintains waterfowl habitat in Blackwell across all seasons. Otherwise, the swamp would be dry during this current period of drought. I have no expertise in wetland and pond ecology. I am a keen enough observer to notice that the swamp is increasingly vegetation bound. Is the condition terminal, eventually clogging, reducing open water, and shifting toward a marshland ecotype? Will the COE implement selective dredging to maintain open water? I see mystery and intrigue. I want to learn more.

Winter memories visiting bogs, fens, muskeg, beaver ponds, and wetland forests remain deeply embedded in my psyche. I loved the crunch, bitter cold, deep snows, and far away promise of spring. Harsh winters in those higher latitudes deterred travel, kept me near the fireplace, and disuaded me from venturing into wildness. Here in northern Alabama, our wildland winters beckon me, embrace me, and council me to offer reflections, make observations, snap photographs, and record videos, sharing the experience with other Nature enthusiasts.

Rockhouse Bottom

This view from Auguct 20, 2023 looks downstream on the Tennessee River toward Wheeler Dam. The gravel road meeting the river is the one dropping from Blackwell Swamp.

I stood at the river’s edge just 10 days after Helene’s ravaging floods devastated the Asheville, NC area. On October 1, 2024, I co-taught a section of a course on the Tennessee Valley, observing that the Tennessee River Basin encompassed the vast bulk of the area receiving 15-30-inches from Helene and its associated frontal deluge. One person “corrected” me, wrongly observing that Asheville was on the other side of the divide. Allow me a moment to state a truth that has stayed with me across my career in science…and beyond: A wise man knows the limit of his knowledge; a fool knows not his bounds. I know what I know. I employ these special zones of knowledge-certainty as my BS filters. If someone speaks in absolute terms (and is absolutely wrong) in an arena of my particular expertise, I judge all that they say with skepticism. Skepticism with evident repetition by the individual can develop to earn a designation as fool. Excuse my personal-irritant sidebar.

The river carried a heavy sediment load, the tremendous floodwaters already working their way to Huntsville, the peak modulated by the series of dams above us. I wonder what affect an equivalent storm would have had here 250 years ago.

I recorded this 60-second video of the Helene-laden Tennessee River:

This gentle stretch (upstream left) suggests none of the fury that altered landscapes, took lives, wrecked tomorrow just a few hundred miles upstream. However, even a fool can comprehend Nature’s supreme power. Yet, such events are not new. Judy and I celebrated our 50th wedding anniversary two summer’s ago in Asheville, NC. I recall gawking at the high water marks of an epic July 1916 flood resulting from remnants of a tropical storm. Perhaps we will someday learn that Nature seldom (if ever) loses, just as time and gravity are undefeated.

The same flooding that has rushed down this valley since the first raindrops fell on the rising Appalachians has blessed and replenished fields and floodplains like this one at Rockhouse Bottom bordering the river.

I enjoyed the dose of Nature’s Elixir delivered by my early October trip to Buckeye Impoundment, Blackwell Swamp, and Rockhouse Bottom!

Thoughts and Reflections

I offer these observations:

A wise man knows the limit of his knowledge; a fool knows not his bounds. (Steve Jones)
When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the Universe. (John Muir)
Oh, the magic, inspiration, awe, beauty, and wonder in having a 35,000-acre National Wildlife Refuge so close to home! (SJ, again)

Inhale and absorb Nature’s elixir. May Nature Inspire, Inform, and Reward you!

Note: Unless otherwise noted, all blog post images are created & photographed by Stephen B. Jones. Please circulate images with photo credit: “©2025 Steve Jones, Great Blue Heron LLC. All Rights Reserved.”

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And Third: I am available for Nature-Inspired Speaking, Writing, and Consulting — contact me at steve.jones.0524@gmail.com

A reminder of my Personal and Professional Purpose, Passion, and Cause

If only more of us viewed our precious environment through the filters I employ. If only my mission and vision could be multiplied by untold orders of magnitude:

Mission: Employ writing and speaking to educate, inspire, and enable readers and listeners to understand, appreciate, and enjoy Nature… and accept and practice Earth Stewardship.

Vision:

People of all ages will pay greater attention to and engage more regularly with Nature… and will accept and practice informed and responsible Earth Stewardship.
They will see their relationship to our natural world with new eyes… and understand their Earth home more clearly.

Tagline/Motto: Steve (Great Blue Heron) encourages and seeks a better tomorrow through Nature-Inspired Living!

Steve’s Four Books

I wrote my books Nature Based Leadership (2016), Nature-Inspired Learning and Leading (2017), Weaned Seals and Snowy Summits: Stories of Passion for Place and Everyday Nature (2019; co-authored with Dr. Jennifer Wilhoit), and Dutton Land & Cattle: A Land Legacy Story (2023) to encourage all citizens to recognize and appreciate that every lesson for living, learning, serving, and leading is either written indelibly in or is powerfully inspired by Nature. All four of my books present compilations of personal experiences expressing my deep passion for Nature. All four books offer observations and reflections on my relationship with the natural world… and the broader implications for society. Order any from your local indie bookstore, or find them on IndieBound or other online sources such as Amazon and LifeRich.

I began writing books and Posts for several reasons:

I love hiking and exploring Nature
I see images I want to (and do) capture with my trusty iPhone camera
I enjoy explaining those images — an educator at heart
I don’t play golf!
I do love writing — it’s the hobby I never needed when my career consumed me
Judy suggested my writing is in large measure my legacy to our two kids, our five grandkids, and all the unborn generations beyond
And finally, perhaps my books and Blogs could reach beyond family and touch a few other lives… sow some seeds for the future

Mild Fall Afternoon at the Woodland Flint Creek Trail on Wheeler National Wildlife Refuge!

January 21, 2025/in Updates /by Steve Jones

Fellow retired forester Chris Stuhlinger and I co-led a group of 22 OLLI (Osher Lifelong Learning Institute, University of Alabama in Huntsville) members on a Nature Walk along Flint Creek Trail (Wheeler National Wildlife Refuge) on Sunday afternoon, November 10, 2024. Two days earlier the Sunday forecast predicted an 80 percent probability of rain. Nary a drop dampened us on a grand afternoon.

A Nature walk differs from what we term a hike. I insist that our walks be saunters, where we wander in the habitat, carefully discovering and examining what mysteries and wonders lie hidden in plain sight. Our hikes hurry through the ecosystem at a pace that limits revealing the wonder beyond a superficial glance. Like John Muir, who disdained hiking, I quickly lose contact with the hardcore hikers. I stop to probe, take photos, and record a brief video, or two. A fellow inquisitive hiker may lag with me to find what we may. I am a saunterer, dedicated to the end. I find it amusing that when my time stretched endlessly ahead in my youth, I rushed to destination after destination. Today when time rushes ahead, I’m in no hurry. I don’t want to miss anything.

Flint Creek Bay

Flint Creek flows from the south into Wheeler Lake, a TVA impoundment…the dam 40 miles downstream on the Tenessee River. Entering the extended dormant season, The Corps of Engineers has already lowered the water level to allow greater flood control storage capacity for seasonal winter and spring rains. Mud flats are present where summer water stood.

A great blue heron hunts the shallow water bordering the mud flats.

I recorded this 24-second video as the heron took flight:

A pond cypress at the mudflat edge shows the summer water level stains. Knees also evidence the summer level.

I recorded this 58-second video encompassing the bay, the mud flat, and the cypress.

The riparian forest envelops Flint Creek Trail as our group exited the boardwalk. I’ve always enjoyed both the openess of boardwalks and closed forest trails — the best of both worlds at the Flint Creek Trail!

I recorded this 57-second video as we crossed the boardwalk to the wooded Flint Creek Trail:

Something about the boardwalk held us in place, urging us to enjoy the ironic attraction that holds people transfixed by an extensive mudflat, bird and woodland mammal tracks, and even human footprints.

Flint Creek Trail’s Riparian Forest

Allow your mind to reject the false impression that forests are forever. Picture this moist fertile field in corn and soybeans during the early 1930s, soon to be abandoned, seeding to windblown and bird-scattered germinants of annuals, perennials, shrubs, and trees. A near jungle of vegetation yielded to forest, the most aggressive and faster growing trees prevailing. The winners in this stand are 100 feet tall.

Our group looks skyward. Chris redirects their attention to an understory paw paw tree below right.

The yellow poplar commands the dominant canopy and strikes an impressive pose below left. A Southern-region emblematic flowering magnolia seems content growing in full shade.

Special Woodland Treats

I’m a big fan of what I call tree form curiosities. We found a yellow poplar that had fallen horizontally decades ago, yet had retained vascular connection to its roots. Remaining viable, the prostrate stem produced several vertical shoots that developed as individual trees rising from the still-growing horizontal base. Enjoy these images of nine OLLI bumps on a log!

A special moment at a place of magic and wonder! Had we been hiking, strung out as the faster among us surged ahead, we might not have noticed and lingered at the natural living bench. By universal acclaim and smiling faces, this was a worthy and enjoyable stop.

Trees are not alone in partaking of full sunshine in the upper crown. Supple jack vines hitched a ride vertically as the trees began ascending 90 years ago from the fallow fields. Our major southern forest vines are the same age as the trees, and grow upward with the trees. Wrap and hold on tightly. Let the trees do the heavy lifting.

Sasafras roots are worthy of an inquisitive inhale — oh, the fragrance of root beer!

Again, a Nature Walk provides unlimited opportunities for learning and appreciating natural wonders.

Glimpses of the Fungi Kingdom

I’ve repeated in these Great Blue Heron photo essays that death and decomposition are a major element of life in our forests. We spotted several individuals of Coker’s Amanita, its bright white caps announcing its presence.

Steve Stewart snapped a nice shot of this pair and their beautifully gilled underside.

We discovered three edible species of wild mushrooms: honey mushroom, the beige individual at left; oyster mushroom held in the same hand; amber jelly mushroom at right.

Don’t take my word regarding edibility. Always do your own homework. I consume only species about which my knowledge is 100 percent certain, and then only when cooked.

We exited the trail via a return trek across the boardwalk. The clouds had broken, removing all hope that drought relief would bless our Sunday evening. We lingered, enjoying the evening and each other’s companny. Had our walk been a hike, I would have emerged from the forest after most had departed for home. John Muir abhored the word “hike”:

I don’t like either the word [hike] or the thing. People ought to saunter in the mountains – not ‘hike’!

Muir, as he so often did, nailed the sentiment we all shared:

I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.

This 50-second video captures our group recrossing the boardwalk to the parking lot as the sky cleared, erasing any hope that the promised drought-abating rain would bless our Sunday evening:

Thoughts and Reflections

I offer these observations:

When my time stretched endlessly ahead in my youth, I rushed to destination after destination. Today when time rushes ahead, I’m in no hurry, content to saunter.
I love the trees reaching heavenward and the fungi intent on decomposing them.
So much in Nature lies hidden in plain sight, awaiting discovery by curious minds and searching eyes.

Inhale and absorb Nature’s elixir. May Nature Inspire, Inform, and Reward you!

Note: All blog post images created & photographed by Stephen B. Jones unless otherwise noted. Please circulate images with photo credit: “©2025 Steve Jones, Great Blue Heron LLC. All Rights Reserved.”

Another Note: If you came to this post via a Facebook posting or by an another route, please sign up now (no cost… no obligation) to receive my Blog Post email alerts: http://eepurl.com/cKLJdL

And a Third: I am available for Nature-Inspired Speaking, Writing, and Consulting — contact me at steve.jones.0524@gmail.com

Reminder of my Personal and Professional Purpose, Passion, and Cause

If only more of us viewed our precious environment through the filters I employ. If only my mission and vision could be multiplied untold orders of magnitude:

Mission: Employ writing and speaking to educate, inspire, and enable readers and listeners to understand, appreciate, and enjoy Nature… and accept and practice Earth Stewardship.

Vision:

People of all ages will pay greater attention to and engage more regularly with Nature… and will accept and practice informed and responsible Earth Stewardship.
They will see their relationship to our natural world with new eyes… and will understand more clearly their Earth home.

Tagline/Motto: Steve (Great Blue Heron) encourages and seeks a better tomorrow through Nature-Inspired Living!

Steve’s Four Books

I wrote my books Nature Based Leadership (2016), Nature-Inspired Learning and Leading (2017), Weaned Seals and Snowy Summits: Stories of Passion for Place and Everyday Nature (2019; co-authored with Dr. Jennifer Wilhoit), and Dutton Land & Cattle: A Land Legacy Story (2023) to encourage all citizens to recognize and appreciate that every lesson for living, learning, serving, and leading is either written indelibly in or is powerfully inspired by Nature. All four of my books present compilations of personal experiences expressing my deep passion for Nature. All four books offer observations and reflections on my relationship with the natural world… and the broader implications for society. Order any from your local indie bookstore, or find them on IndieBound or other online sources such as Amazon and LifeRich.

I began writing books and Posts for several reasons:

I love hiking and exploring Nature
I see images I want to (and do) capture with my trusty iPhone camera
I enjoy explaining those images — an educator at heart
I don’t play golf!
I do love writing — it’s the hobby I never needed when my career consumed me
Judy suggested my writing is in large measure my legacy to our two kids, our five grandkids, and all the unborn generations beyond
And finally, perhaps my books and Blogs could reach beyond family and touch a few other lives… sow some seeds for the future

[Me with my hand on a sapling in group photo — courtesy of Chris Stuhlinger]

Brief-Form Post #40: Active Decay in Monte Sano State Park Wells Memorial Forest

January 15, 2025/in Updates /by Steve Jones

Brief-Form Post #40

I am pleased to add the 40th of my GBH Brief-Form Posts (Less than five minutes to read!) to my website. I get wordy with my routine Posts. I don’t want my enthusiasm for thoroughness and detail to discourage readers. So, I will publish these brief Posts regularly.

Active Decay and Poofing Puffballs

Alabama State Park Northwest District Naturalist Amber Coger and I hiked the Wells Memorial Trail at Monte Sano State Park on December 4, 2024. We found multiple woodland delights: massive grapevines, active decay (and incredible mature puffball mushrooms), and a landscape of sinks, pits, mounds, hummocks, and hollows. The aggregate would have overwhelmed a single Great Blue Heron photo essay. Instead, I offer three distinct Brief-Form essays, this one focusing on active decay and fanciful poofing puffballs.

I photographed this image several year ago. It’s the best photo representation of the magnificent Wells Memorial Forest.

This massive hickory tree toppled across the Wells Trail during the late summer of 2019, five years before my December 4, 2024 venture. I snapped the photo at left on November 16, 2019, before crews cleared a trunk section to provide passage. The April 22, 2020, view is from the stump side of the downed tree taken at the cleared trail. The tree shows no sign of decay; its wood is solid; the bark is intact; the root ball still holds its soil mass.

By December 2024, the root ball had begun to subside as the roots internal to it are decaying; the process of transforming the root ball to a mound or hummock is underway. The bark is sloughing from the trunk. The cut end of the overturned stump is fraying from decay.

I recorded this 58-video depicting the obvious state of decay:

I’ve watched time mark the decay process season after season. I noticed few indications of decay during the first summer. I witnessed an extraordinary blossom of oyster mushrooms in the second…bushel basketsful if foraging were allowed on our state parks. The oysters were few and far between the third year. Since then non edible leathery Trametes and other decomposers have prevailed. Most of the bark no longer remains. The surface sapwood is punky. Ashes to ashes; dust to dust.

Over the past several years of drafting these photo essays I’ve strived to hone my skills at estimating the passage of time since a live tree fell based on degree of decay. I am surprised by the rapid pace of decomposition for this grand old hickory. Abundant rainfall, mild climate, and favorable understory moisture environment encourage rapid decay.

Poofing Puffballs

We discovered another hickory, this one on the ground for less than a year. Mature biege puffball mushrooms sprouted from bark fissures. I believe their mycelia are growing surficially on the bark, and not penetrating into the wood. Other deeper decay fungi will colonize to begin the greater task of wood consumption.

I am a lifelong sucker for poofing mature puffballs, as the 32-second video attests:

After our puffball volcano venture, I recalled that in 2009, I suffered a severe case of Hispoplasmosis, a fungal infection common to the Miami River Valley where we lived during that period. I believe our common puffballs are innocent!

Who could resist the urge to puff these magic mushroom dragons!

Fungi are indeed fun in our incredible north Alabama woodlands. We covered enough ground that I considered our trek a good test of my August knee replacement recovery. However, we enjoyed a pace that allowed full exploration and discovery.

Closing

I accept the challenge of distilling these Brief-Form Posts into a single distinct reflection, a task far more elusive than assembling a dozen pithy statements. A single trek along a forested trail discloses only a brief moment in time, obscuring the decades prior and the future ahead, isolating us from the scope and scale of the grand forest cycle of life. Henry David Thoreau captured the sentiment I felt as we explored the Wonder of decay and renewal:

Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves.

A First Circuit of the Lunker Lake Trail at Oak Mountain State Park!

January 9, 2025/in Updates /by Steve Jones

I often wander forest trails alone, content to saunter leisurely absorbing the sights, sounds, and feel of Nature. I relished having friends to share a November 7, 2024 hike with fellow retired forester Chris Stuhlinger, Tom Cosby, fellow former Alabama State Parks Foundation board member, and Dennis McMillian, an old friend from Fairbanks, Alaska now retired to his native Birmingham, AL. We explored the 2.8 mile Lunker Lake Trail at Oak Mountain State Park in Pelham, AL.

Dennis, Chris, and Tom left to right below left. That’s me in the vest below right. I’m ten weeks beyond my August 20, 2024, total right knee replacement. I maintained a pace that kept me within sight of the others! Lunker Lake and the trail stretch to the northeast behind us.

Three years earlier an EF-1 tornado ripped along the lake’s northwest shore.

Dennis and Tom grew up together and shared old stories with Chris and me as we walked. I believe many (some) of them were true! We paused at a tremensous upturned root ball, testament to the ferocity of the storm that spun off the tornado.

I am a student of tree form and bark patterns. Chris and I concluded that this hawthorne sported a particularly unusual and attractive bark, a design reminding both of us of Chinese elm. We wondered whether it is unique enough to propogate vegetatively as ornamental stock.

The old commercial industry forester within me never tires of seeing a fat loblolly pine with three clear 16-foot logs.

The trail leg leading us back to the parking lot ran along an old embedded farm road, entrenched through repeated dragging (scraping) to remove mud to three feet below the original ground level. Microtopography tells the story of past use to the inquiring eye.

Coral tooth fungus mushroom brightened our passage, clinging ornately to a dead branch trailside. This tasty edible enticed the forager in me, but I resisted the temptation given its presence along a well traveled route.

The open hardwood stand welcoed the early afternoon sun and the trekkers passing beneath. It would have been a glorious time and place to lean against a tall oak reflecting on the pleasure delivered by healing knees and a day of retirement releasing me from faculty issues, budget difficulties, enrollemt shortfalls, and miscellaneous nuiscances associated with leading a university. I labored with love over a rewarding career in higher education administration, yet I am enriched by the freedom of time without pressures, restrictions, and deadlines.

Henry David Thoreau captured the essence I felt:

Our life is frittered away by detail… simplify, simplify.

Our path returned us to Lunker Lake, reopening our vista to placid waters and a cerulean sky adorned with scattered cumulus.

When I retired from my fourth university presidency, I worried about how I would handle retirement. Would I find challenge and reward. Would I stay busy in useful pursuits. I admit that shifting gears required adjustment. Yes, I missed the urgency, high-level engagement, and even the sense of imporatance and attention associated with being in charge. However, I adapted…learning in time to relish the freedom and luxury to focus on what is most important to me and the mission I have embraced:

Employ writing and speaking to educate, inspire, and enable readers and listeners to understand, appreciate, and enjoy Nature… and accept and practice Earth Stewardship.

Once again, I turn to Thoreau:

As you simplify your life, the laws of the universe will be simpler; solitude will not be solitude, poverty will not be poverty, nor weakness weakness.

Alabama State Parks Foundation

I’ll remind you that although I serve on the Alabama State Parks Foundation Board, in part because of my love of Nature and in recognition for my writing many prior Posts about visiting and experiencing the Parks, any positions or opinions expressed in these Posts are mine alone and do not in any manner represent the Foundation or its Board.

I urge you to take a look at the Foundation website and consider ways you might help steward these magical places: https://asparksfoundation.org/ Perhaps you might think about supporting the Parks System education and interpretation imperative: https://asparksfoundation.org/give-today#a444d6c6-371b-47a2-97da-dd15a5b9da76

The Foundation exists for the sole purpose of providing incremental operating and capital support for enhancing our State parks… and your enjoyment of them.

We are blessed in Alabama to have our Park System. Watch for future Great Blue Heron Posts as I continue to explore and enjoy these treasures that belong to us. I urge you to discover the Alabama State Parks near you. Follow the advice of John Muir:

And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul.

In every walk with Nature one receives far more than he seeks.

I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.

Between every two pines is a doorway to a new world.

Thoughts and Reflections

I offer these observations:

As you simplify your life, the laws of the universe will be simpler; solitude will not be solitude, poverty will not be poverty, nor weakness weakness. (Henry David Thoreau)
Our life is frittered away by detail… simplify, simplify. (Thoreau)
In retirement I am enriched by the freedom of time without pressures, restrictions, and deadlines. (Steve Jones)

Inhale and absorb Nature’s elixir. May Nature Inspire, Inform, and Reward you!

Note: All blog post images created & photographed by Stephen B. Jones unless otherwise noted. Please circulate images with photo credit: “©2025 Steve Jones, Great Blue Heron LLC. All Rights Reserved.”

I am available for Nature-Inspired Speaking, Writing, and Consulting — contact me at steve.jones.0524@gmail.com

Reminder of my Personal and Professional Purpose, Passion, and Cause

If only more of us viewed our precious environment through the filters I employ. If only my mission and vision could be multiplied untold orders of magnitude:

Mission: Employ writing and speaking to educate, inspire, and enable readers and listeners to understand, appreciate, and enjoy Nature… and accept and practice Earth Stewardship.

Vision:

People of all ages will pay greater attention to and engage more regularly with Nature… and will accept and practice informed and responsible Earth Stewardship.
They will see their relationship to our natural world with new eyes… and will understand more clearly their Earth home.

Tagline/Motto: Steve (Great Blue Heron) encourages and seeks a better tomorrow through Nature-Inspired Living!

Steve’s Four Books

I wrote my books Nature Based Leadership (2016), Nature-Inspired Learning and Leading (2017), Weaned Seals and Snowy Summits: Stories of Passion for Place and Everyday Nature (2019; co-authored with Dr. Jennifer Wilhoit), and Dutton Land & Cattle: A Land Legacy Story (2023) to encourage all citizens to recognize and appreciate that every lesson for living, learning, serving, and leading is either written indelibly in or is powerfully inspired by Nature. All four of my books present compilations of personal experiences expressing my deep passion for Nature. All four books offer observations and reflections on my relationship with the natural world… and the broader implications for society. Order any from your local indie bookstore, or find them on IndieBound or other online sources such as Amazon and LifeRich.

I began writing books and Posts for several reasons:

I love hiking and exploring Nature
I see images I want to (and do) capture with my trusty iPhone camera
I enjoy explaining those images — an educator at heart
I don’t play golf!
I do love writing — it’s the hobby I never needed when my career consumed me
Judy suggested my writing is in large measure my legacy to our two kids, our five grandkids, and all the unborn generations beyond
And finally, perhaps my books and Blogs could reach beyond family and touch a few other lives… sow some seeds for the future

Autumn Stroll at Huntsville Alabama’s Goldsmith-Schiffman Wildlife Sanctuary!

January 2, 2025/in Updates /by Steve Jones

On November 1, 2024, 72 days since my total right knee replacement surgery, I sauntered within Huntsville’s Goldsmith-Schiffman Wildlife Sanctuary with dear friends Marian Moore Lewis, Chris Stuhlinger, Bill and Becky Heslip, and Judy (my bride of 52 years)! I felt the lift of a new month, the freshness of an early fall day, and the joy of knowing that both knees (left replacement in January 2024) are far better than in late 2023. My recovery epitomizes the power of Nature-Buoyed Aging and Healing!

Where do I begin with my 26th Great Blue Heron photo essay dedicated to the Goldsmith-Schiffman Wildlife Sanctuary? I skimmed the list of the first 25 topics and foci. I found no reason for concern about repeating prior themes, photos, observations, and reflections. Nothing in Nature is static. Every parcel of the 400-acre sanctuary is unique. Change is constant across the hours of a day, the days of a week, the weeks of a month, the months, the seasons, the years…the decades…the centuries. Were I to live the years of Methuselah, I might publish a thousand GSWS photo essays without repetition.

Let’s start at the westside entrance on Taylor Road. The observation shelter 100 feet from the parking lot looks over Hidden Spring, where mountain water lifts from the ground, fills Hidden Spring Creek, flows into Jobala Pond, and then empties into the Flint River bordering the sanctuary.

Here’s my 60-second video from above Hidden Spring:

The rain-moistened, lichen-coated water oak trunk stands near the shelter. Even an overnight autumn rain transforms a single tree trunk, highlighting its lichen tint, which will once again dry during the day. The light will shift from dull morning stratus to peaks of bright sunshine. I could have stationed myself at the prior evening’s gloaming near this lone oak. I recorded 0.77″ of rain overnight. The stem at dusk was dry and remained unaffected by the rain until stemflow whetted it before dawn. Occasional photographs would have chronicled the process. Daylight came in form of easing rain, lots of canopy dripping, and wispy fog under thick stratus. Nothing in Nature is static; every moment has a story to tell. The world is like that, whether a natural tale or a human narrative.

The deck faces north into the wetland forest canopy 40 feet above the spring surface. Dripping, limited birdsong, lingering overcast and disruptive road noise gave little identity to the time of day (1:00 PM). Had I been beamed into the moment, all signals would have directed me mid-morning.

As we entered the Sanctuary, the persistent stratus lifted, the day brightened, and we accepted the reality that the day had moved beyond noon. Observations and reflections, both literal and philosophical, stimulate musings. Seventy-five years ago, Jobala Pond was a raw borrow pit where road engineers had mined gravel, sand, and clay for nearby road constructiion. Archival photos show a barren shoreline, a scar upon the land. Nature’s healing powers are nearly without limit. During my lifetime, Mount Saint Helens “destroyed” hundreds of square miles of blasted forest; today the acreage is green with vibrant young forest. Savage 2016 wildefires blackened 70,285 acres in Yellowsone National Park. When I toured the park just five years later, burned forests stood as blackened skeletons underlain by green carpets of new growth. John Muir aptly observed:

Earth has no sorrow that earth cannot heal.

Nature knows disturbance, for disturbance is the way of life and the architect of adaptation and evolution. And so it is with Jobala Pond, now a naturalized stream/pond ecosystem.

Here is the brief video I recorded along Hidden Spring Creek as it entered Jobala Pond.

Beavers are primary influencers of stream flow, function, and structure. Their 18-inch-high dam diagonally crosses the stream at left. A bark-stripped beaver-chew stem segment floats streamside at right.

A red swamp crayfish strenguously demanded some kind of passage toll, posing defensively as we approached. The crawdad, like the beaver, has no idea his habitat was once a destroyed landscape, transformed from an ugly worthless borrow pit to a vibrantly functioning natural ecosystem.

In the prime of my outdoor adventure life (say the 1980s), I would have scoffed at the notion of six (four in the photo and two others of us) ancient grandparents wandering and wondering in emerging wildness, once ignominously carved from pre-Columbian wilderness. Our shared vision is the guarantee of re-emergent wilderness in decades hence. My hope is that these photo essays will serve one small step toward ensuring that eventuality. Ninety years ago Louis Bromfield said of his efforts to restore his beloved Ohio Malabar Farm:

The adventure at Malabar is by no means finished… The land came to us out of eternity and when the youngest of us associated with it dies, it will still be here. The best we can hope to do is to leave the mark of our fleeting existence upon it, to die knowing that we have changed a small corner of this earth for the better by wisdom, knowledge and hard work.

As we reached the point where the creek broadens to Jobala Pond, the thick stratus began to break.

The serpentine water oak branch extending over the pond reflects perfectly on the still water.

The old iron gate adds a touch of nostalgia, harkening back to decades of agricultural production combatting seasonally saturated soils, periodic Flint River flooding, and marauding deer, raccoons, and other crop-consuming critters.

Roundleaf greenbrier produced a bumper crop of deep blue berries.

Similar in habit and appearance to greenbrier, Carolina snailseed (also known as Carolina moonseed and corbead) is a deciduous, woody vine that climbs with thin twining stems or scrambles along the ground, and primarily occurs in rocky open woods, wood margins, glades, fence rows, roadsides and stream/pond margin. Attractive features are its foliage and its autumn red berries!

Before departing the sanctuary, we drove to the east entrance.

To The Sanctuary’s East Side as Sunset Nears

The riparian forest comprises diverse species, straight boles, and stems reaching 100 feet. The Flint River floods much of the forest at least several times annually. Once farmed 70-80 years ago, the mixed forest regenerated naturally.

A stemflow-wetted beach trunk presented a parting lichen-painted visual gift.

Wildness is returning to the several hundred acre sanctuary. Preserved in perpetuity, wildness will transition in decades to an old growth forest condition. I won’t see that long-term result, yet I can take satisfaction knowing the process is underway.

Thoughts and Reflections

I offer these observations:

The best we can hope to do is to leave the mark of our fleeting existence upon it, to die knowing that we have changed a small corner of this earth for the better by wisdom, knowledge and hard work. (Louis Bromfield)
Nothing in Nature is static; every moment has a story to tell. The world is like that, whether a natural tale or a human narrative.
Nature knows disturbance, for disturbance is the way of life and the architect of adaptation and evolution.

Inhale and absorb Nature’s elixir. May Nature Inspire, Inform, and Reward you!

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Reminder of my Personal and Professional Purpose, Passion, and Cause

If only more of us viewed our precious environment through the filters I employ. If only my mission and vision could be multiplied untold orders of magnitude:

Mission: Employ writing and speaking to educate, inspire, and enable readers and listeners to understand, appreciate, and enjoy Nature… and accept and practice Earth Stewardship.

Vision:

People of all ages will pay greater attention to and engage more regularly with Nature… and will accept and practice informed and responsible Earth Stewardship.
They will see their relationship to our natural world with new eyes… and will understand more clearly their Earth home.

Tagline/Motto: Steve (Great Blue Heron) encourages and seeks a better tomorrow through Nature-Inspired Living!

Steve’s Four Books

I wrote my books Nature Based Leadership (2016), Nature-Inspired Learning and Leading (2017), Weaned Seals and Snowy Summits: Stories of Passion for Place and Everyday Nature (2019; co-authored with Dr. Jennifer Wilhoit), and Dutton Land & Cattle: A Land Legacy Story (2023) to encourage all citizens to recognize and appreciate that every lesson for living, learning, serving, and leading is either written indelibly in or is powerfully inspired by Nature. All four of my books present compilations of personal experiences expressing my deep passion for Nature. All four books offer observations and reflections on my relationship with the natural world… and the broader implications for society. Order any from your local indie bookstore, or find them on IndieBound or other online sources such as Amazon and LifeRich.

I began writing books and Posts for several reasons:

I love hiking and exploring Nature
I see images I want to (and do) capture with my trusty iPhone camera
I enjoy explaining those images — an educator at heart
I don’t play golf!
I do love writing — it’s the hobby I never needed when my career consumed me
Judy suggested my writing is in large measure my legacy to our two kids, our five grandkids, and all the unborn generations beyond
And finally, perhaps my books and Blogs could reach beyond family and touch a few other lives… sow some seeds for the future

Mixed Forest along the Lower Slope of Green Mountain Trail

December 27, 2024/in Updates /by Steve Jones

On October 25, 2024, fellow retired forester Brian Bradley introduced me to the lower mile of the two-year-old Green Mountain Trail, beginning at the Astalot Trailhead. Cognizant of my August 20, 2024 right knee replacement surgery, Brian planned sauntering approximately a mile to what I’ve come to call the Halloween Forest. We had no reason to hurry, taking time to examine and enjoy every element of wonder, awe, inspiration, and beauty we encountered. This photo essay focuses on the lower trail’s mixed mesophytic forest.

The Land Trust of North Alabama’s 818-acre Green Mountain Nature Preserve is in South Huntsville. The Green Mountain Trail stretches 3.2 miles from Riverview Drive to Green Mountain Road. I am not yet ready for that distance. Perhaps by January 1!

The Astalot Trailhead, where Brian and I met, departs from a parking area at the Astalot Trailhead. The 0.06 mile Connector joined the NE-to-SW Green Mountain Trail. We ascended four prominent switchbacks to the Halloween Forest located approximately where the trail bends southward near the western property line. This Lower Slope photo essay covers the terrain and forest ending at the contour-denoted drainage feature that trends from SE-to-NW about midway from the upper switchback to the western property line.

Patches of flowering white snakeroot peppered the lower slope, a surprising artifact of the late summer season.

A Native Smoketree Teaser

A few smoketrees greeted us well before we approached the Halloween Forest, teasing me with what Brian indicated we would see in profusion once we reached into higher terrain. American smoketree (Cotinus obovatus) is a relatively rare species, native to the southern United States, growing in the rocky mountain soils from Kentucky, Tennessee, and northern Alabama westward to Oklahoma (NC State Cooperative Extension online bulletin).

Smoketree is neither common nor does it have commercial value, and its range does not overlap where I attended forestry school and took dendrology and tree identification. Hence, at the tender age of 73, this was, to my recollection, my first and only exposure to the native species. Other species of Cotinus, native to southern Europe and Asia, are commonly used for landscaping.

The native species stems are contorted, convoluted, gnarled, and fit my characterization as tree form oddities and curiosities.

The leaves were already senescing, their green fading and yellow deepening. I am eager to return when fresh leaves emerge and spring flowers earn the smoketree moniker.

The stems appear ancient, well-weathered, and tortured.

View this brief introdction via the small smoketree patch we encountered near the trailhead as a trailor of sorts, stirring your appetite for the full Halloween photo essay that will follow.

The Mixed Mesophytic Forest

White oak is a major component of the main canopy.

White oak, a long-lived species, will dominate the forest for many decades. Black locust, an early successional species, secured the cutover land 80-90 years ago, and is now departing, succumbing to old age and black cap polypore decay, its bracket mushrooms ubiquitous.

This tall dominant individual bears brackets 30+ feet up the bole.

Lying on the ground, this stem shows both the hollow created by a squirrel or woodpecker courtesy of the decay-softened wood. It will serve no more as a bird or squirrel den, yet for a few more years a snake, mouse, or chipmunk may lay claim.

We pondered the tooth marks on this trail sign. Did a squirrel seek to sharpen its teeth? Was there some special nutritional or mineral attractant in the finish? Once again, the answers to Nature’s puzzles and mysteries are not always apparent. Over 73 years of hiking, I have never seen similar sign defacement. Were I still in a New England forest, I would attribute blame to a porcupine, a forest critter reputed to eat anything!

Resistant to ground contact decay, black locust makes great fence posts. Oak and other upland species rot more quickly. This toppled black locust root mass and its still-barked trunk may lie intact for decades. I pictured (and secretly coveted) the root-arms without the trunk as a landscape sculpture, much like a shoreside driftwood.

This unusual pair caught my eye. A mockernut hickory, straight and true, stands to the left of what appears to be an ancient white oak…its stem bent and its bark aged and unusually flaked (I thought at first yellow buckeye).

The oak bears a barrel-sized burl 25 feet above the ground, another suggestion that this tree is a residual from a prior stand. I will examine more closely when I revisit.

Brian shared my curiosity as we passed along the trail.

I recorded this 59-second video of a large mockernut hickory. We wondered whether this, too, is a residual from another generation.

My knee would not allow me to assist Brian measuring diameter. Writing the narrative five weeks after our hike, I am confidant I am now able to scramble on the hillside!

This is one handsome tree. Brian masterfully measured its diameter…a horizontal D-tape placed at 4.5-feet above the stump on the high side! We estimated 36 inches; the measurement gave us just shy of 35! Not bad for a couple of old foresters!

I grew up in the heart of the pawpaw tree range, the central Appalachians, my home just 30 miles from Pawpaw, WV. Less common here in northern Alabama, the tree excites my homing instinct. We stopped to examine a pawpaw patch

Here is my 57-second video of the pawpaw patch we encountered:

Its long leaves deep in understory shade are distinctive.

A traditional Appalachian native fruit staple, the song inspired a popular children’s verse from a song that I remember from my youth:

Where, oh where is pretty little Susie?
Where, oh where is pretty little Susie?
Where, oh where is pretty little Susie?
Way down yonder in the paw-paw patch.

Pickin’ up paw-paws, puttin’ ’em in her pockets,
Pickin’ up paw-paws, puttin’ ’em in her pockets,
Pickin’ up paw-paws, puttin’ ’em in her pockets,
Way down yonder in the paw-paw patch.

Come on, children, let’s go find her,
Come on, children, let’s go find her,
Come on, children, let’s go find her,
Way down yonder in the paw-paw patch.

I have yet to find a pawpaw tree bearing fruit here in Alabama. During the three college-year-summers when I worked for the Maryland Forest Service in western Maryland I sampled pawpaw fruit, enjoying what I described as a texture and taste similar to bananas.

We discovered a native buckthorn, nicely striated, more distinctively than any I had previously observed. I’ll look for more when I return.

The mid-summer sun barely penetrates our dense forest canopies. By late October its rays brighten the forest floor and illuminates snags like the one below right. I welcome the changing season and its portent of an extened period of dormancy. What glory would there be in spring without the relative gloom of Nature’s December through February rest?

Experiencing the positive evidence of Nature’s indisputable Power of Healing amplified by dedicated phyisical therapy lifts my body, mind, heart, soul, and spirit.

Thoughts and Reflections

I offer these observations:

The answers to Nature’s puzzles and mysteries are not always apparent.
What glory would there be in spring without the relative gloom of Nature’s December through February rest?
Experiencing the positive evidence of Nature’s indisputable Power of Healing amplified by dedicated physical therapy lifts my body, mind, heart, soul, and spirit.

Inhale and absorb Nature’s elixir. May Nature Inspire, Inform, and Reward you!

Note: Unless otherwise noted, all blog post images are created & photographed by Stephen B. Jones. Please circulate images with photo credit: “©2024 Steve Jones, Great Blue Heron LLC. All Rights Reserved.”

Another Note: I am available for Nature-Inspired Speaking, Writing, and Consulting — contact me at steve.jones.0524@gmail.com

A reminder of my Personal and Professional Purpose, Passion, and Cause

If only more of us viewed our precious environment through the filters I employ. If only my mission and vision could be multiplied by untold orders of magnitude:

Mission: Employ writing and speaking to educate, inspire, and enable readers and listeners to understand, appreciate, and enjoy Nature… and accept and practice Earth Stewardship.

Vision:

People of all ages will pay greater attention to and engage more regularly with Nature… and will accept and practice informed and responsible Earth Stewardship.
They will see their relationship to our natural world with new eyes… and understand their Earth home more clearly.

Tagline/Motto: Steve (Great Blue Heron) encourages and seeks a better tomorrow through Nature-Inspired Living!

Steve’s Four Books

I wrote my books Nature Based Leadership (2016), Nature-Inspired Learning and Leading (2017), Weaned Seals and Snowy Summits: Stories of Passion for Place and Everyday Nature (2019; co-authored with Dr. Jennifer Wilhoit), and Dutton Land & Cattle: A Land Legacy Story (2023) to encourage all citizens to recognize and appreciate that every lesson for living, learning, serving, and leading is either written indelibly in or is powerfully inspired by Nature. All four of my books present compilations of personal experiences expressing my deep passion for Nature. All four books offer observations and reflections on my relationship with the natural world… and the broader implications for society. Order any from your local indie bookstore, or find them on IndieBound or other online sources such as Amazon and LifeRich.

I began writing books and Posts for several reasons:

I love hiking and exploring Nature
I see images I want to (and do) capture with my trusty iPhone camera
I enjoy explaining those images — an educator at heart
I don’t play golf!
I do love writing — it’s the hobby I never needed when my career consumed me
Judy suggested my writing is in large measure my legacy to our two kids, our five grandkids, and all the unborn generations beyond
And finally, perhaps my books and Blogs could reach beyond family and touch a few other lives… sow some seeds for the future

Brief-Form Post #39: Pits, Mounds, and Sinkholes in the Wells Memorial Forest at Monte Sano State Park!

December 19, 2024/in Updates /by Steve Jones

Brief-Form Post #39

I am pleased to add the 38th of my GBH Brief-Form Posts (Less than five minutes to read!) to my website. I get wordy with my routine Posts. I don’t want my enthusiasm for thoroughness and detail to discourage readers. So, I will publish these brief Posts regularly.

Sinkholes, Pits, Mounds, Hummocks, and Hollows

Alabama State Park Northwest District Naturalist Amber Coger and I hiked the Wells Memorial Trail at Monte Sano State Park on December 4, 2024. We found multiple woodland delights: massive grapevines, active decay (and incredible mature puffball mushrooms), and a landscape of sinks, pits, mounds, hummocks, and hollows. The aggregate would have overwhelmed a single Great Blue Heron photo essay. Instead, I offer three distinct Brief-Form essays, this one focusing on sinkholes, pits, mounds, hummocks, and hollows.

I previously snapped the photos below at other locations to demonstrate the natural processes creating pit and mound…humoock and hollow… microtopography. A large living tree uproots, lifting a mass of roots and soil vertically as the trees slams to the ground. The pit or hollow is immediately evident. Imagine the root matrix decomposing and the rootball soil and organic matter settling adjacent to and aligned at 90-degrees to the toppled trunk.

I recorded this 56-second video of Amber exploring this very distinct pit on the uphill side of a long-ago fallen tree. The tree’s roots and trunk have long since decomposed.

This tree and the vast majority of the trees creating the distinctive hummock and hollow microtopography fell downhill.

This area is riddled with prominant pits and mounds.

Limestone Sinkholes

Unlike the tree fall microtopography, sinkholes are an artifact of parent material. The US Geologic Society defines a sinkhole as

A depression in the ground that has no natural external surface drainage. Basically, this means that when it rains, all of the water stays inside the sinkhole and typically drains into the subsurface.

Sinkholes are most common where water soluble limestone is the underlying parent material, which is the case along the lower Sinks Trail and throughout the Wells Memorial Forest. Over time, water dissolves the limestone, creating underground spaces that occasionally collapse leaving the conical depressions (dimples) on the forest floor. The entire Memorial Forest is a broad depression, where there is no surface exit. Individual sinkholes dimple the broader hollow.

Amber walked into this sinkhole (dimple) that is 25-feet across and 10 feet deep.

I recorded this 58-second video of Amber dropping into and ascending from the sinkhole.

Again, the entire Memorial Forest occupies an extensive bowl, providing rich limestone derived soil, abundant soil moisture year-round, and a micro-environment protected from the harsh effects of wind and sun exposure. Trees luxuriate, growing rapidly to large girth and exceptional heights.

Closing

I accept the challenge of distilling these Brief-Form Posts into a single distinct reflection, a task far more elusive than assembling a dozen pithy statements. I am educated, holding multiple degrees, yet I secured by far the greatest knowledge from an elective graduate course, geomorphology (taught by the late Dr. Ernie Muller), the study of the form of the earth. Because I can find no relevant wise quotation in the literature, I give you my own:

Learn the microgeography and you will understand the forest, appreciate its function, and interpret its mysteries, all at a higher level.

Halloween Forest of Rare Smoketrees (Cotinus obovatus) on Green Mountain Nature Preserve!

December 16, 2024/in Updates /by Steve Jones

I don’t recall ever seeing our north Alabama native smoketree (Continus obovatus) nor learning about it so many years ago when I took Dendrology in 1970. The species does range as far north as West Virginia, much less where I began my undergraduate studies in western Maryland. I didn’t know what to expect when fellow retired forester Brian Bradley offered to introduce me to smoketrees at what he believed to be the largest smoketree stand in America, on the North Alabama Land Trust’s Green Mountain Nature Preserve.

On October 25, 2024, Brian and I met at the Astalot Trailhead and walked the couple of hundred feet to the Green Mountain Trail and then slowly ascended from 800 feet to 1,100. A little more than nine weeks after total right knee replacement surgery, I had achieved perhaps 60 percent strength, stability, and confidence. I intend to return in spring when the species in full flower earns its smoketree moniker. Our October venture took us into the macabre stand that I dubbed the Halloween Forest, timely just a week before the spooky day.

Our trek traversed a portion of the North section of the 818 acre preserve in South Huntsville. We are fortunate to have such an active Land Trust. Although I’ve heard several fellow Madison, Alabama nature enthusiasts express consternation that most of the Trust’s preserves lie east of Huntsville, the reason is painfully obvious. The Cumberland Plateau lifts the local topography from the 555′ elevation of Lake Wheeler through the average valley floor at Huntsville of 800′ to the 1,600′ summit of Monte Sano. Most of Madison, Alabama and points west into Limestone County have been in agricultural production for two centuries. The best we can do in the Tennessee Valley physiographic province is to eke some costly purse from a sow’s ear. Silk purses of natural beauty and forest wildness already exist naturally in the rugged Plateau terrain. The Trust did not need to convert the Green Mountain Nature Preserve from agriculture, an old borrow pit, a prior industrial site, or an abandoned quarry. See my June 2024 photo essay exploring the idea of creating succ a silk purse from the abandoned Madison Limestone Quarry (https://stevejonesgbh.com/2024/06/18/perpetual-wasteland-or-future-preserve-madison-alabamas-abandoned-limestone-quarry/).

The two maps track the path we ascended. I believe we made it to about the south end of the grey shaded parcel on the upper map.

The map below depcits greater topographic detail.

Brian assisted with trail construction over the past two years. I consider the design and construction superb. Well-placed large heavy stones assured a smooth surface suitable for an old forester recovering from knee surgery. This wall stands three feet above the ground level beneath it. Those stones were not for the faint of heart.

I relished returning to forest wanderings, appreciating the tremendous Nature-Buoyed Aging and Healing, lifting me in body, mind, heart, soul, and spirit. How can we place value on early autumn sunshine streaming through the yellowing hardwood crowns? Or the signature scaling bark of a shagbark hickory?

Or the fading green leaves of the first smoketrees I have ever knowingly encountered. Who says an old dog (or forester) can’t learn some new tricks!? I felt the thrill of meeting a native tree species new to me, sparking a primal, spiritual nerve deep within my forester heart, mind, and even soul. Einsteing new the feeling and, I imagine, experienced it often:

In every true searcher of Nature there is a kind of religious reverence.

The Halloween Forest moniker rushed into my mind. How could I call it anything else? Early European settlers saw the eastern forests where they landed variously as dark and foreboding, foul and repugnant, and populated by savage beasts. The Legend of Sleepy Hollow surfaces similar sinister apparitions. I can only imagine what a nightime traveler, lubricated by several drams of adult beverage, wandering these sideslopes along a lonely pathway, riding his faithful steed, might encounter erupting from the shadows.

I felt hair rising on the back of my neck even in the bright autumn sun. Okay, I’m fueling my imagination. Einstein encouraged such figmental ministrations:

I am enough of the artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.

Enough of imagination. An online NC State Extension source enlightens us on our spooky smoketree:

American smoketree is native to the southern United States, growing in the rocky mountain soils from Kentucky, Tennessee, and northern Alabama westward to Oklahoma. Growth can also be found in central Texas. Its native habitat includes limestone glades and rocky limestone bluffs on north or east facing slopes. It is a medium-maintenance small tree or upright shrub in the Anacardiaceae family. It prefers a well-drained infertile loam soil in the full sun but does tolerate a wide range of soils including clay and shallow rocky soil. The sap from American Smoketree has a strong odor.

The name smoketree comes not from the 6′-10″ flower clusters (green-yellow, insignificant, dioecious) which bloom in the summer, but from the airy smoky pink to pink-purple hairs on the spent flower clusters that give the tree a hazy, smoke-like puffy appearance. The summer “smoke” display makes this a striking accent plant. It also produces some of the best fall color of the native American trees and shrubs. It looks great massed or planted at the back of a shrub border. It does use a fair amount of water, especially in dry conditions. This plant is resistant to damage by deer.

The wood from this plant was used as fence posts, tool handles and for making yellow dye.

I recorded this 60-second smoketree video along the Green Mountain Trail:

The trunks are convoluted, tortured, gnarly, and appeared weathered.

Often multiple-stemmed, some trunks are covered in flaky bark.

Others are deeply fissured with distinct ridges and valleys. Each element emphasizes the Halloween image.

I found it hard with superficial examination to distinguish snags from living trees. The top on the ground at right doesn’t look much different from standing individuals. I am eager to return when I am more mobile than I was in late October. I will inspect much more cosely.

I had never seen anything like the tree’s yellow wood!

At the risk of you reading words repeated, I loved the beauty, magic, wonder, awe, and inspiration of this unique Halloween Forest of American SMoketree!

Thoughts and Reflections

I offer these observations:

I am enough of the artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world. (Albert Einstein)
In every true searcher of Nature there is a kind of religious reverence. (Einstein)
I have no special talent. I am only passionately curious. (Einstein)
Introduced to a native tree species new to me, I am transported back to my forestry youth. (Steve Jones)

Inhale and absorb Nature’s elixir. May Nature Inspire, Inform, and Reward you!

Note: Unless otherwise noted, all blog post images are created & photographeerved.”

And Third: I am availabd by Stephen B. Jones. Please circulate images with photo credit: “©2024 Steve Jones, Great Blue Heron LLC. All Rights Resle for Nature-Inspired Speaking, Writing, and Consulting — contact me at steve.jones.0524@gmail.com

A reminder of my Personal and Professional Purpose, Passion, and Cause

If only more of us viewed our precious environment through the filters I employ. If only my mission and vision could be multiplied by untold orders of magnitude:

Mission: Employ writing and speaking to educate, inspire, and enable readers and listeners to understand, appreciate, and enjoy Nature… and accept and practice Earth Stewardship.

Vision:

People of all ages will pay greater attention to and engage more regularly with Nature… and will accept and practice informed and responsible Earth Stewardship.
They will see their relationship to our natural world with new eyes… and understand their Earth home more clearly.

Tagline/Motto: Steve (Great Blue Heron) encourages and seeks a better tomorrow through Nature-Inspired Living!

Steve’s Four Books

I wrote my books Nature Based Leadership (2016), Nature-Inspired Learning and Leading (2017), Weaned Seals and Snowy Summits: Stories of Passion for Place and Everyday Nature (2019; co-authored with Dr. Jennifer Wilhoit), and Dutton Land & Cattle: A Land Legacy Story (2023) to encourage all citizens to recognize and appreciate that every lesson for living, learning, serving, and leading is either written indelibly in or is powerfully inspired by Nature. All four of my books present compilations of personal experiences expressing my deep passion for Nature. All four books offer observations and reflections on my relationship with the natural world… and the broader implications for society. Order any from your local indie bookstore, or find them on IndieBound or other online sources such as Amazon and LifeRich.

I began writing books and Posts for several reasons:

I love hiking and exploring Nature
I see images I want to (and do) capture with my trusty iPhone camera
I enjoy explaining those images — an educator at heart
I don’t play golf!
I do love writing — it’s the hobby I never needed when my career consumed me
Judy suggested my writing is in large measure my legacy to our two kids, our five grandkids, and all the unborn generations beyond
And finally, perhaps my books and Blogs could reach beyond family and touch a few other lives… sow some seeds for the future

Brief-Form Post #38: Tangles, Loops, and Vines in the Hardwood Canopy on Monte Sano

December 13, 2024/in Updates /by Steve Jones

Brief-Form Post #38: Woodland Delights!

I am pleased to add the 38th of my GBH Brief-Form Posts (Less than five minutes to read!) to my website. I get wordy with my routine Posts. I don’t want my enthusiasm for thoroughness and detail to discourage readers. So, I will publish these brief Posts regularly.

Grapevine Bonanza!

Alabama State Park Northwest District Naturalist Amber Coger and I hiked the Wells Memorial Trail at Monte Sano State Park on December 4, 2024. We found multiple woodland delights: massive grapevines, incredible mature puffball mushrooms, and a landscape of sinks, pits, mounds, hummocks, and hollows. The aggregate would have overwhelmed a single Great Blue Heron photo essay. Instead, I offer three distinct Brief-Form essays, this one focusing on the grapevine marvels.

The maturing second-growth hardwood forest on the upper slopes along the Sinks Trail shares its upper canopy with numerous large native grapevines. The grapevines do not climb the trees; instead, they grow vertically with the trees, clinging and hitching a ride as the tree extends vertically. Imagine grape seeds deposited by birds in the brushy bramble of a recently harvested forest among seedlings of black locust, Eastern red cedar, hickories, oaks, and others. The grapevines wrap their tendrils among the leafy leaders of the trees reaching year-by-year heavenward, ensuring their position high in the forest canopy 90 years hence.

I recorded this 53-second video at the first tangle we encountered on the middle-upper slope a quarter mile below the Bikers Pavillion.

This vine produced a peculiar curlicue, a mirthful expression 40 feet above the ground. The Sinks Trail is well used by hikers, joggers, and bikers, most too consumed by through-passing to notice, much less pay attention to, the wonders around and above them. As Thoreau observed, and I paraphrase, I have no time to be in a hurry. Life is too short to miss the marvels in front of my nose!

One of my roles as a senior educator, old forester, and mentor to less seasoned Nature interpreters is to open their eyes to the Nature magic that lies hidden in plain sight. I am confident that Amber sees the delights, is intent upon understanding the wonder, and is dedicated to interpreting the mysteries to stir imagination and appreciation among state park visitors, young and old.

This 58-second video presents another cluster of massive vines within a few hundred feet of the first.

Unlike the oak that supports it, this six-inch diameter grapevine serves only as conduit for transporting the stuff of life (water and nutrients) up from the roots and carbohydates down to the roots.

I’ve puzzled for years over the tree/vine relationship. Clearly the vine benefits by positioning its foliar crown in the upper reaches where, for the life of the tree, the vine accesses full sunlight. Is there a commensurate advantage to the tree? I shall continue to explore the question.

Closing

I accept the challenge of distilling these Brief-Form Posts into a single distinct reflection, a task far more elusive than assembling a dozen pithy statements. Henry David Thoreau captured the sentiment I felt as we explored the grapevine tangles:

I have no time to be in a hurry.

Hints of Autumn in Mid-October along the Rainbolt Trail at Madison AL’s Rainbow Mountain Nature Preserve

December 10, 2024/in Updates /by Steve Jones

Hints of Autumn

On October 13, 2024, my new right knee (August 20, 2024) and I ambled along the moderate Rainbolt Trail on Madison, Alabama’s Rainbow Mountain Nature Preserve, where I observed the early signs of the coming winter.

Judy and I made 13 interstate moves across our five+ decades of married and professional life. We love autumn, especially where it comes with a flourish with vivid colors, persistent intrusions of cold winds, and harsh signals of what lies ahead. Autumn here in northern Alabama does not make bold statements. It languishes as the heat of summer slowly yields to cooler nights. Already winter has imposed itself where we lived in Fairbanks, Alaska from 2004 to 2008. The two photos below are still shots from the University of Alaska Fairbanks webcam 10/16/24 at 4:00 AM and 10/20 at 8:30 AM. A Winter Storm Warning for 6-9 additional inches is in place for tonight (10/20) through 10/22. During our Alaska tenure, a White Halloween was as certain as a Hallmark White Christmas! As of October 23, Fairbanks had recorded 15″ of snow in October.

The hickory understory leaves along Rainbolt Trail seemed in no rush to show their autumn colors. They were simply wearing out…senescing with brown leaf spots and green fading to yellow.

Understory green ash likewise showed signs of yielding to the inevitable end of the growing season. There will be no bold announcements this year, no curtain call with trumpets and spectacular hues. Last year (2023) was exceptional for our deep south location. I think this year’s lackluster seasonal transition here in north-central Alabama is weather related. I measured less than an inch of rain this August; a total of three inches in September in two episodes; so far (as of 10/20) in October not a drop with an extended forecast for extremely dry.

Some late season wildflowers still bloomed in the trailhead cul-de-sac road shoulder. These are not announcing fall…instead, they state summer’s insistence upon continuing her hold. Partridge pea is finding enough soil moisture to produce its yellow flowers and delicate pinnately compound leaves.

Camphorweed displays as though the first freeze is not lurking in the predawn hours behind a near-term cold frontal passage.

Pokeberry is taking no chances of being ill-prepared for the winter weather that will eventually arrive. Her berries have ripened. Seeds are ready for harvest and dissemination by birds.

Goldenrod continues to attract pollinators.

I should not be so judgemental. Even without fall rains and bursts of colors, I eagerly await our extended November through mid-April season, which I refuse to term as winter. Winter is what we experienced in Alaska, New York, New Hampshire, Ohio, and Pennsylvania. This same period of time in northern Alabama I consider not as winter, but as a fall that gradually transitions to spring, with a few winter-like days thrown in for good measure.

Thoughts and Reflections

I offer these observations:

Winter in northern Alabama is a fall that gradually transitions to spring, with a few winter-like days thrown in for good measure.
No twelve-month period repeats itself exactly as the year prior, the reason we express climate in terms of long-term averages.
Every woodland saunter tells you only the truths and secrets of that single outing, and reveals little about what we can expect a year hence.

Inhale and absorb Nature’s elixir. May Nature Inspire, Inform, and Reward you!

Note: Unless otherwise noted, all blog post images are created & photographed by Stephen B. Jones. Please circulate images with photo credit: “©2024 Steve Jones, Great Blue Heron LLC. All Rights Reserved.”

Another Note: I am available for Nature-Inspired Speaking, Writing, and Consulting — contact me at steve.jones.0524@gmail.com

A reminder of my Personal and Professional Purpose, Passion, and Cause

If only more of us viewed our precious environment through the filters I employ. If only my mission and vision could be multiplied by untold orders of magnitude:

Mission: Employ writing and speaking to educate, inspire, and enable readers and listeners to understand, appreciate, and enjoy Nature… and accept and practice Earth Stewardship.

Vision:

People of all ages will pay greater attention to and engage more regularly with Nature… and will accept and practice informed and responsible Earth Stewardship.
They will see their relationship to our natural world with new eyes… and understand their Earth home more clearly.

Tagline/Motto: Steve (Great Blue Heron) encourages and seeks a better tomorrow through Nature-Inspired Living!

Steve’s Four Books

I wrote my books Nature Based Leadership (2016), Nature-Inspired Learning and Leading (2017), Weaned Seals and Snowy Summits: Stories of Passion for Place and Everyday Nature (2019; co-authored with Dr. Jennifer Wilhoit), and Dutton Land & Cattle: A Land Legacy Story (2023) to encourage all citizens to recognize and appreciate that every lesson for living, learning, serving, and leading is either written indelibly in or is powerfully inspired by Nature. All four of my books present compilations of personal experiences expressing my deep passion for Nature. All four books offer observations and reflections on my relationship with the natural world… and the broader implications for society. Order any from your local indie bookstore, or find them on IndieBound or other online sources such as Amazon and LifeRich.

I began writing books and Posts for several reasons:

I love hiking and exploring Nature
I see images I want to (and do) capture with my trusty iPhone camera
I enjoy explaining those images — an educator at heart
I don’t play golf!
I do love writing — it’s the hobby I never needed when my career consumed me
Judy suggested my writing is in large measure my legacy to our two kids, our five grandkids, and all the unborn generations beyond
And finally, perhaps my books and Blogs could reach beyond family and touch a few other lives… sow some seeds for the future