Stewart Landing Survey 22 June 2020

Here are a few images capturing the status at Stewart Landing.

I don't believe any invasives were noted.  Please let me know if any of these images contradict that claim.

Pickerelweeds doing well.

These weeds usually point in the direction of flow,
but that force is sadly lacking during our dry June.

Weed blossom

Hitchhiker

A bladderwort?

The spillway boards at the Stewart Landing Dam.
The boards are 8" wide, so the water at the dam is probably about 10" low.

Another hitchhiker.

Most invasive specimens collected this trip.

The guess is that some kind of egg masses are attached.

The salamander was positioned right there, seconds prior.

Once upon a game

Once upon a soccer game, a future Professional Photographer tried his hand at a bit of sports photography.  It was thought that all traces of the event had vanished, but a recent archaeological expedition into the ruins of Greece has provided us with a glimpse into a world long past.  Through the miracle of modern technology, these images have been retrieved from a long lost, but recently unearthed artifact.  This contact sheet was created by the ancients to capture images in chemicals.

One can only imagine who these people are and what their lives must have been like.  Can you identify any of them?  

(Click on the images to see them enlarged.)

Questionable heading technique

Winning every head ball...

...with no idea where it's going.

Collision imminent.

Pass probably went out of bounds.

Big muscles and big hair, but not yet big bellies.

This pass looking more like it will go where intended.

Bending one around the wall to the far post.

Nicely placed shot!

Not sure the teammates are working together here.

At least there was one reasonable person without big hair.

Are they square dancing?

In command.

So much energy put into the shot, he left the earth.

Spectators rapt by the action, or perhaps wondering why on earth they're here.

Futbol Down by the River

A few shots of soccer in Memphis

And Now, A Few Words From Mr. Bartlett

The year is 1834. 

A young lad named Clive had just completed his last year of Chemist school, and dreamed of leaving Boston and practicing his craft on the new American frontier. He gathered up his sundries, including his mortar and pestle, and embarked on a train bound for Mississippi River.

Upon arriving in Cairo, Illinois, this meek, mild-mannered young lad of slight build and demeanor inquired about a float trip from Cairo to St. Louis. After being admonished for not pronouncing it “Kaaro”, he was given the departure information and was on his way.

Being sure to disembark on the Kansas side of the river, he immediately sought out a stable and an outfitter to purchase all he needed for his impending adventure. A grand steed was what he had envisioned for himself, but was quite taken aback by the sheer enormity of these beasts. A pony would be just fine, he concluded. 

Now for the proper garb! Not being acquainted with western wear and lingo, he tried the patience of his shopkeeper. No doubt finding proper belongings due to his diminutive stature along with his high pitched voice added to the proprietor’s discontent.

Kansas was too developed for him as it turned out…too many chemists. He therefore decided to push into the next territory. A cowboy town called Durango a couple hundred miles away was suggested to him by some na’er-do-well headed east on the same trail. 

He and his pony were overtaken numerous times on the trail due to the pony’s short legs. No doubt these seasoned cowboys chuckled as they passed Clive and his wildly kinetic pony, observing to themselves that if the semi-steed‘s legs moved any faster, they’d look like they were going backwards!