Photo of the Week – September 28, 2012

During the last couple of weeks, the weather and prairies have both made full transitions to autumn.  I’ve been able to grab a little time here and there to snap some portraits of the fall prairie.  I hope you enjoy them.

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Canada wild rye (Elymus canadensis) stands out against a backdrop of gold and green prairie.

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A jumping spider peers at me from the stem of a beggarstick flower in a restored wetland.

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Black-eyed Susan (Rudbeckia hirta) – long since done flowering – is still an attractive flower in the autumn prairie.

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Stiff goldenrod (Solidago rigida) contributes strongly to the cacophany of yellow flowers in autumn prairies.

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Heath aster (Aster ericoides) is super-abundant this year in some of our prairies, and many pollinators – including this fly – appear to appreciate it.

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False boneset (Brickellia eupatorioides) is one of the deepest rooted plants in the prairie, which allowed it to flower and produce abundant seed even in this very dry year.

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The Wrong Boots

It’s not like I didn’t know. 

Beside the fact that our standards for protective fire gear (including boots) are very clear, I’d actually had trouble once before.  When I was taking a fire training course in South Carolina, I was mopping up the remains of a controlled burn when I noticed that my feet were getting really warm.  Looking down, I realized that the heat from the smoldering pine needles I was walking through was melting the soles of my boots.  That was my first lesson in why wearing the right boots (with Vibram soles, for example) is important.

Despite my previous experience, when I arrived at the aftermath of the big wildfire on the Niobrara River a couple weeks ago, I hopped out of the truck, donned my Nomex shirt, helmet, and leather gloves, and went to work.  …I should have changed boots.  About 20 minutes later, I was spraying water on some hot coals when I noticed that the front of the sole on my left boot was flapping.  That’s odd, I thought – these boots aren’t that old… 

Within about two minutes, the sole of my left boot had come off completely, and the right one was gone by the time I hobbled out of the hot spot I was mopping up.  Apparently, the adhesive that held the soles on my boots wasn’t designed for the kind of heat I had just been standing in.

The remains of my boots. I never did find the other sole.

I walked gingerly back to the truck and got the boots I should have been wearing in the first place.  Anybody want to buy some used boots?