Recent content by bobpbx

I just remembered something. I found a population of the rare Populus heterophylla in Cape May. When I told the office about it, they knew of it. Maybe there was a lot of it in the Tulpehocken watershed in the past. Sounds crazy, but maybe that's what it is. Here's a photo I took of it. Common...

I may go tomorrow to see if this puzzle can be sorted out, but I'm sure you did not mean to actually "walk the complete length"?

I actually did find Paulownia this past Spring on the pristine Bartlett's Branch in Bass River after a fire, but I looked at the photos I took yesterday, and made the determination that these are not the same plant. Here's the photo below, and below that is what I thought was pokeweed just 50...

I wonder if it's pokeweed. Also, I wonder if in the very distant past the fires of old had many pioneers coming in, and it took this extreme ground-burn to crack old seeds from up to 100 years ago or more.

I can't see them having that shape 'and' so large at one time Ron. Plus, the main veins are not the same. On Smilax they curve to the tip. Maybe Tom (Oji) has an idea. He usually does. Maybe it's Paulownia or the start of Catalpa.

What in Sam Hill is going on there Guy? Why is all the duff gone from those cedar roots, was there a big fire there? Looks like it was a hell of a ground burn? Also, those yellow leaves in the last 2 photos, I have a feeling there is something foreign growing out there, something that got away...

Hilarious! I could not understand the second story until the third time I listened to it.

I still have the same album I bought back then. This song now has a lot more meaning to me now, considering my age, and especially since I lost many good friends in the past 10 years. Back in the mid-70's, injecting methedrine and other bad stuff was prevalent, and some also smoked 2 packs a...

The Grateful Dead song "Black Peter" is a somber dirge sung from the perspective of a dying man who is reflecting on his mortality. The lyrics, written by Robert Hunter, focus on themes of death, poverty, sorrow, and the indifference of the outside world. (AI) All of my friends come to see me...

You mean when the player who catches the touchdown pass and his teamate run towards each other, then jump up and bump their chests together? That is so primitive. :D

I drifted away from football maybe 10-15 years ago. I could no longer stand the 'show'...spiking the ball, dancing, goading each other, self-celebrating when you score, and unecessarily roughing each other up like it's a hockey game.

That bridge be a 2 X 12.

Yes, also likely of the Genus Bidens. That small island, while very weedy, is a nice place for field botanist like me. I love sorting out the identification of plants which other people call 'weeds'. I do see halberd-leaved tearthumb there though, which can take over and act like the boss of a...

How about here. Looks like this was planted and left alone.

Am I a little closer?