Wonders, Above
I want to give you a vision. I hope to lead you to a place where you will see things that, most likely otherwise you would never see in this life. It seems to me that if I can give that to my friends, I will have given you something you can carry with you always--every time the season and sky, weather and wind are just thus and so. And so, listen: I will tell you exactly what to look for, where, when and how. All you have to do is open your eyes.
It has not been all that many years since I first saw this vision myself, after fifty years of living, blind to what had happened overhead in the early fall every year of my life. And, honestly, I witnessed it the first time quite by accident--a glance up the hill on my way home from the garden, and there it was.
Here is what I wrote shortly after that first encounter with aeroplankton, and especially, the gossamer spiders--one of the most indelible memories in a life not devoid of attention to the small wonders underfoot. But less so, overhead.
You will be disappointed if you expect to see what I describe, unless you are careful to attend these guides I will give you:
1) While you may see some floaters at any time of year, it is in the autumn you should expect to be dazzled by the variety and volume of the aeroplankton. At that time of year they consist of countless windborne seeds--milkweed, wild lettuce, thistle and other species that have silky parachutes attached to their small seeds. These will appear as some of the largest of the truly passive inhabitants in the sea of air. Often as you watch, these will shift along their course, first east, then west, rising, then falling at the whim of the currents in eddies and blasts of air.
2) While the prevailing wind carries passive seeds and flotsam along the westerlies (in our part of the southern Appalachians, at least), you'll see countless and varied silver-winged insects (presumably mostly beetles) moving against the current, and often at great speed. Their delicate and diaphanous wing-membranes catch the sun like burnished silver, and even the smallest, because of the intensity of their radiant wings, can be seen at great distance.
3) Even if conditions are not perfect, you will see the floaters and flyers already mentioned. But only if you look up on those few days when all factors are just right will you see the gossamer spiders. Let me offer some advice, because I really want you not to miss this, and the season is short:
The props for optimal viewing are exactly as the 12 yr old Jonathan Edwards described in the linked blog post from September 10, 2002. (see link above) Best time of day is mid-afternoon. It seems essential that the sun be rather low in the sky (from 2:30 to 4:00.) Shining down on the floating webs as it does in mid-day, the sun does little to create the fiber-optic brilliance that is so remarkable in these distant, shimmering webs. The best days are those immediately after a cold front. If there is even the least water vapor in the sky, any clouds at all--if you cannot see the distant horizon with razor clarity--then you will not experience the best viewing of the floating spiders.
I would also suggest, when you are positioned precisely so that your eyes are just barely shielded from the sun (and make sure of this first!), looking past the roof peak (or other sun-blocking object) with a pair of binoculars will reveal an order of magnitude greater number of aeroplanktonic objects than naked-eye viewing, in the same way that the lenses show us so many more stars than we could have imagined in the darkness.
I am writing you, friends, as an assignment. It is my hope and wish for you that you will accept this challenge to attend closely to the world above you in the coming weeks in a way uncommon to you as you hurry through your day. Pay close attention as the sky clears, as the earth tilts toward winter and the great ocean of air becomes heavy with the flotsam of fall. If you see this thing once, you will never again see the world of sky as an empty, inert place, and you, too, will be conversant with spiders.
Comments
"Spider Balloons" are a topic that I am very familiar with Fred. Having spent so much of my life in the out-of-doors, being curious and observant to an extreme, I have seen more than most men along these lines. I would write about it more often but I lack your skills at composition or turning a phrase.
During the five years I worked as a Ranger on a golf course, I was privy to more spectacles performed by nature than any of the players utilizing it.
Imagine if you will, a short, straight-away par four hole that has tall trees lining the left side of the entire length of it. The right side has nothing to break the wind's flow. Working the evening shift I was there so many times when the conditions were perfect for such observations.
Nature has her own Ticker-tape parades in the crisp fall air. Many times I've sat on the cart-path of the eighth hole as the setting sun had just dropped behind that row of tall trees and the sunlight, able to shine through them then because so many of the tree's leaves had already fallen, illuminated thousands of Spider balloons with threads so long they reached well beyond the other side of the fairway.
I've driven slowly down the path, my eyes focused on several of those threads that were close together and have actually discovered the creators and future riders of said balloons. They grasp the edge of a leaf tightly, abdomens thrust skyward, paying out their balloons as I have box kites in my childhood. They seem to sense when the tug of the balloon and silky tether are sufficient for their purpose and it is then that they release their grip on the leaf and soar off into the heavens on an adventure whose end they know not.
There are observatories on high mountain tops where the air is thin and ice covers the surface several feet deep for most of the year and yet...many spiders have been found in that ice and this time, it is their dead bodies that feed a specialized cricket that has adapted to the conditions. Those spider did not live there, but rather were carried there by the wind currents and they landed only when the atmosphere was too thin to support them and their balloons.
It's amazing the things a man can learn when he watches any nature documentary made available to him.
Is it a coincidence that there is a picture of a spider posted on my own blog today? Perhaps...but this one did not float in on a balloon, of that I am positive.
Posted by: Clarence | September 24, 2004 3:01 PM
I love the term "aeroplankton"!
I suppose this is one of the benefits of living with a ridge between us and the sunset - i get to see this kind of display on a regular basis when the sun drops below the treeeline & the conditions are right. Having a new word for all the insects, spiders and assorted floaties, though, will make me look a lot more closely from now on, I bet.
Posted by: Dave | September 26, 2004 6:50 PM
Fred, I cannot say strongly enough how happy reading your blog has made me today. Thank you for helping me to slow down.
Posted by: Anne | September 28, 2004 1:26 PM