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Climbing Around a Climbing Fern

From Introduction to Botany by Murray W. Nabors:

“During his botanical studies near Concord, Massachusetts, in 1851, Henry David Thoreau, author of Walden, discovered a rare, native climbing fern, Lygodium palmatum. ‘It is a most beautiful slender and delicate fern,’ he wrote, ‘twining like [a] vine about the meadow-sweet, panicled andromeda, golden-rods, etc., to the height of three feet or more and difficult to detach…. Our most beautiful fern, and most suitable for wreaths or garlands. It is rare.’

“In recent years, two exotic relatives of Thoreau’s fern have posed a serious ecological challenge in regions of the southern United States, particularly Florida. The climbing fern
Lygodium microphyllum, native to parts of Southeast Asia and Australia, and the Japanese climbing fern Lygodium japonicum both entered the United States as horticultural plants for hanging baskets. They then escaped cultivation and became exotic pests. Like many introduced species, these Asian ferns thrive because they encounter few growth restrictions in their new geographical range. They grow rapidly and spread by wind-borne spores that may be carried 40 miles or more. These hardy ferns currently cover 40,000 acres in south Florida and have increased their range 100-fold over six years, surviving floods and droughts.

“Although beautiful, the ferns can be deadly to other plants, covering other vegetation in masses up to 0.6 meters (2 feet) thick. They kill other plants by cutting off the light or by sheer mass, even causing some trees to collapse under their weight. The vines, actually climbing leaves, may be up to 30.5 meters (100 feet) long, sometimes acting as fire ladders that rapidly carry flames into dry, dead trees. Masses of ferns readily break off during fires, carrying flames to new locations and resulting in the destruction of valuable forests.”

From “Fern Frond for John Wain” by Anthony Conran in Poetry Wales, edited by Meic Stephens:

Why don’t I send you
A fern really old —
Osmunda, with its massive
Stump-like bole?

Marattia or Angiopteris
Squat little trees
That through the millennia
Inched down by degrees —

Dowagers of the rain forests
Left to their plight
In the hundred yard high
Struggle for light —

Or
Lygodium, the last
Climbing fern —
Queens that hark back to a realm
Of no return?….

Evolved, sophisticated,
Able to hold
Its own where it chooses to be,
Withstanding the cold

Of our British winters
Like any birch or oak.
Red leaf burns on the hill.
Red dreams turn to smoke.

This fern has no royal blood —
Or if it has,
Only as much as is green
In a blade of grass.


Hello!

Here we have a series of photos of a fern called Lygodium japonicum — the Japanese Climbing Fern. When I took the photos, this fern — one of the members of the Lygodium genus, all of which love to climb and do so with energy and enthusiasm — had crept its way over a section of Oakland Cemetery’s gardens that was about thirty feet square. The amount of fern covering nearly everything in sight was stunning, and its abundance in very early spring surprised me. I had probably encountered the fern before, but it wasn’t until I saw this exuberant spread that I paid any attention to it, and I still wonder if it was intentionally planted there or it conquered the space on its own.

Plants in the Lygodium genus (especially Lygodium japonicum) are considered invasive in the U.S. Southeast — especially in Georgia and Florida — though I feel like there should be a separate category of such plants designated as “invasive but adorable.” Each leaf is no bigger than a dime or nickel, and as the plants unfurl and coil around whatever they encounter, they look like a soft green blanket. Before opening, the individual fronds produce a tiny version of the typical fern fiddlehead — appearing as points of yellow-green light in my photos — which take on the common triangular shape of a fern leaf as the plant matures. The vines have plenty of tensile strength; some of those I saw stood several feet high on their own accord, while waiting for the wind to toss them toward something they could latch onto.

In my imagination, all of this fern-ness was from one endless plant; though that was impossible to determine, which is the reason I’m just imagining it. In the plant’s name — Lygodium japonicum — “lygodium” is derived from a Greek word meaning “willowy” or “flexible” and “japonicum” reflects the plant’s native history in Japan. The excerpt from the poem “Fern Frond for John Wain” contrasts the Japanese Climbing Fern with several others that exhibit more common fern-style (click the links in the poem if you’d like to read more about them), and interprets the evolution of this viney fern within the context of British imperial explorations that brought plants from countries like Japan to Europe in the 18th and 19th centuries.

In addition to giving me a new plant to learn about, these photos ended up being a fun study in differences between what we perceive with our eyes and what a camera sees. Here, for example, are three of the photos from this series as they came out of the camera:

Just to the left of center in these photos, you can see what I considered the subject of the image: the vines entwined on the black fencepost, where they had climbed about six feet above ground level, supported by the post. I took photos at several different zoom levels to get separation between the vine on the post and the rest of the scene. A challenge, of course, was to get the vine adequately focused so that I could make it the subject of the photo with some clever editing in Lightroom, since even the slightest breeze led the fern to try to wiggle out of focus.

As you can also see from the photos, it was an especially brighteous morning when I took them — which accounts for large swaths of intense highlighting throughout the background. When we look at a scene like this, we selectively exclude extraneous information (like all the bright light in the background) in favor of what we’ve chosen (if “chosen” is the right word) to focus on. This can be confusing to explain: while we use “focus” to describe both how our eyes work and how a camera works — it’s only our eyes (or brain) that selectively disregard elements of a scene based on what we think we want to see. The camera simply records the scene; our vision makes choices about what parts of the scene matter to us.

Memory and emotion come into play here also. I remember the scene as one about a vine climbing up a post — not as a vine climbing up a post amid overpowering backlighting — and as a feeling about the vine’s behavior and ability to enwrap itself so high above the ground around something without obvious points of attachment. So a lot of what goes on in post-processing is about narrowing the gap between what the camera has recorded and my memory of and reaction to a scene. One might say that’s the whole point of post-processing, to bring our images closer to how we attached significance to parts of them when the photographs were taken. It’s about what I saw, not necessarily what I photographed.

To describe what should happen to these photos in Lightroom goes something like this: the background brightness needs to be decreased (a lot!) and the presence of the vine on the post needs to be increased. For that there are no shortcuts or automation: the vine needs to be carefully masked as the subject in Lightroom (with a combination of object selection and brushing), then that mask gets duplicated and inverted so that the image is split into two parts: the vine (in the foreground) and everything else (in the background). Once that’s (easier said than) done, the two segments can be treated separately: the brightness, color saturation, and sharpness of the background can all be reduced; the brightness, color saturation, and sharpness of the foreground can all be amplified. A semi-infinite amount of time and several cups of coffee later, we end up with photos that look like this…

… where (hopefully, The Photographer thinks) your eyes first alight on the vine while the background registers simply as location context for the photo, with three-dimensionality or depth improved over the camera’s flatter interpretation.

Here are side-by-side pairs, where you can compare what the camera saw to what the human saw by selecting the first image and paging through all six as before-and-after versions:

And here are three other examples — which got similar treatment — showing the difference between each scene as the camera interpreted it, and how I saw them at the time.

We have come to the end of the words…. Thanks for reading and taking a look!








Vines on Black / Vines in Films

From We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson:

“One day a group came by bicycle; there were two women and a man, and two children. They parked their bicycles in our driveway and lay down on our front lawn, pulling at the grass and talking while they rested. The children ran up and down our driveway and over and around the trees and bushes. This was the day that we learned that the vines were growing over the burned roof of our house, because one of the women glanced sideways at the house and said that the vines almost hid the marks of burning….

“We learned, from listening, that all the strangers could see from outside, when they looked at all, was a great ruined structure overgrown with vines, barely recognizable as a house. It was the point halfway between the village and the highway, the middle spot on the path, and no one ever saw our eyes looking out through the vines.”

From “The Long Rain” in The Illustrated Man by Ray Bradbury:

“The storm above them flashed down another series of bolts and then moved on away. Once again there was only the rain, which rapidly cleared the air of the charred smell, and in a moment the three remaining men were sitting and waiting for the beat of their hearts to subside into quiet once more.

“They walked over to the body, thinking that perhaps they could still save the manโ€™s life. They couldnโ€™t believe that there wasnโ€™t some way to help the man. It was the natural act of men who have not accepted death until they have touched it and turned it over and made plans to bury it or leave it there for the jungle to bury in an hour of quick growth….

“Even as they stood over the body it began to vanish, for the vegetation was edging in upon it, little vines and ivy and creepers, and even flowers for the dead.”

From MaddAddam by Margaret Atwood:

“Ahead of them is the roadway leading through the forest. Untrimmed branches reach into the corridor of light above it, opportunist weeds push into it from the margins, renegade vines overhang it. Out of the swelling foam of vegetation the curved dome rises like the white half-eye of a sedated patient. It must once have seemed so bright and shining, that dome; so much like a harvest moon, or like a hopeful sunrise, but without the burning rays. Now it looks barren. More than that, it looks like a trap: for who can tell whatโ€™s hidden in it, and whatโ€™s hiding?”

From The Passage by Justin Cronin:

“They emerged into the atrium, into sun so bright they blinked against it. The room was like a forest. Nearly every surface was choked with fat green vines; in the center a stand of palms reached toward the open ceiling. More vines dripped from the exposed struts of the ceiling, like coils of living rope….”

From Annihilation by Jeff VanderMeer:

“The deserted village had so sunk into the natural landscape of the coast that I did not see it until I was upon it. The trail dipped into a depression of sorts, and there lay the village, fringed by more stunted trees. Only a few roofs remained on the twelve or thirteen houses, and the trail through had crumbled into porous rubble. Some outer walls still stood, dark rotting wood splotched with lichen, but for the most part these walls had fallen away and left me with a peculiar glimpse of the interiors: the remains of chairs and tables, a childโ€™s toys, rotted clothing, ceiling beams brought to earth, covered in moss and vines.”


Hello!

For this post, I took a few of the grapevine photos from the previous two posts (see Plant Entanglements (1 of 2) and Plant Entanglements (2 of 2) and reprocessed them on black backgrounds. Lightroom keeps making it easier to get good results with this technique, and yet there is still a bit of tedium associated with each one. As precise as Lightroom masking can be, I always end out cleaning up around the fine edges of each element of the photo, once I decide which parts to keep and which parts to smother in darkness. As with other repetitious tasks, the mind wanders while the brushes flow — and I started wondering about how often I’ve seen vines represented in apocalyptic scenes in books and movies, where they’ve taken over buildings and cities.

While I usually lead off each of my posts with quotes from poetry or nonfiction books about plants, nature, gardening, or photography, this time I went a-searching my collection of fiction books for references to vines. A lot of my fiction reading occurs in the dystopia, science fiction, or horror genres — this is probably because I first read Bram Stoker’s Dracula when I was a baby — yet I was still surprised at how often nefarious vines appeared in these books. The five quotes above are just a small sample; scary vines, apparently, strike many writers as darkly metaphorical — and as especially potent symbols of nature reclaiming civilization.

Botanically, the appearance of vines swallowing a cityscape would indicate a fairly advanced stage of reforestation. Vines would certainly not appear at the outset; they would, instead, be preceded by a variety of plants generally known as rosettes — small plants with leaf structures at ground level — whose growth helps create conditions for later, larger plants to take hold in the soil. Vines would probably show up around the time that shrubs and the first shoots of future-trees appeared, but the vines would have the distinct evolutionary advantages of rapidly growing upward as they reached for the sun, attaching to and climbing any structure they encounter, and “outrunning” plant-eating animals. That they evolved to avoid herbivores is probably speculation; but, hey, why not, let’s give them their agency.

With a little bit of “googling” I was surprised to discover a robust body of research on plants and the arts. Try searching for phrases like “plants in movies” or “plants in literature” if you’d like to see what I mean. The last search led me to this article: Plants and Literature — a fine overview of the subject — which covers both historical references to plants in prose and poetry, and also connects to contemporary movies and books. Scott Smith’s novel The Ruins and the 2008 movie by the same name (where (spoiler alert!) the vines consume the humans) and Jeff VanderMeer’s novel Annihilation, also adapted into a movie (where humans get blended into plant-person hybrids, among other astonishing things) are both mentioned. Vines have at least co-starring roles in both books and both movies — but their visuality is more flagrant in the movies. A fun comparison could be made between those books and films, and that of Shirley Jackson’s novel The Haunting of Hill House — where there is only one incidental reference to a vine, yet the various movies based or loosely-based on her book typically feature threatening attack-vines twisting among the woodwork of the house and capable of doing-in the human interlopers.

What is it about vines that get so much literary attention? Vines, grapevines, and ivy are often potent religious symbols, and also frequently represented in cemetery garden designs and funerary art (see Stories in Stone by Douglas Keister) — so culturally, and across cultures, that gives them some special oomph. Many vines get designated as invasive species; yet those same vines can be purchased at garden stores in tiny pots and transplanted into our gardens. On one hand, we can’t control them; on the other hand, we think we can. My own property features about five different vine varieties that I subsequently learned are considered invasive in the southeast, including English ivy and wisteria — both of which I only find “personally invasive” (that’s not really a thing) when I get behind on my landscaping and they do what they naturally do: try to take over anything they can get their tendrils on.

Eighteen years ago — as a new homeowner and extra-amateur gardener — I thought the wisteria growing near one back corner of my house was just delightful, until I realized that in a few summer weeks it had grown up the side of the deck, along the back walls of the house, and into the attic through a roof vent. Me and the wisteria got in a fight after that: I pulled about fifty feet of vine from the attic and cut the rest back, then thought I might be better off to down it entirely… which I tried to do by sawing through the vine’s ten-inch-diameter base, and, failing to make much more than a dent, went to Home Depot and bought a trellis for it instead. For the vine, in other words, the battle was won.

Similarly, after a multi-year drought afflicted the southeast around 2008, a new vine appeared embedded within the English ivy in my front yard, a plant I’ve not been able to identify but is probably a creeper variation, based on its behavior and appearance. Its leaves are tiny — the largest ones only an inch or two wide — and it produces skinny, strong, and fast-growing stems that are both self-entangling into a pyramid shape and will wind themselves around individual English ivy leaves or any plant, tree, or shrub they encounter. While it dies off every winter (its only redeeming characteristic), it’s become one of my summer rituals to get rid of as much of it as I can, since it will choke off the ivy if I let it. To the English ivy then, this anonymous vine, I imagine, is an invasive species. To me too!

So I suppose some of our darker experience with vines — especially invasive or obnoxious ones — is about our uneasy relationship with nature: we want to tame what will not be tamed, but we keep trying anyway. Their silent violence and tenacious exuberance affords them a special place in literature and film, considerably more prominent than just setting the mood or establishing the scene. Given their unique abilities — especially that of rapid growth (that seems to happen as we watch); their ability to envelope large structures and landscapes (see, for example, kudzu smothering trees near Atlanta); and their tendency to be only temporarily manageable — they can be twisted into a powerful metaphorical choice for books and movies.

Maybe there should be a separate Oscar category for Best Vine in a Feature Film….

Wasn’t that fun? See what happens when my mind wanders!

Thanks for reading and taking a look!








Plant Entanglements (2 of 2)

From “The Garden” by Andrew Marvell in Life in the Garden by Penelope Lively:

What wondrous life is this I lead!
Ripe apples drop about my head;
The luscious clusters of the vine
Upon my mouth do crush their wine;
The nectarine and curious peach
Into my hands themselves do reach;
Stumbling on melons as I pass,
Insnared with flowers, I fall on grass.

Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less,
Withdraws into its happiness:
The mind, that ocean where each kind
Does straight its own resemblance find;
Yet it creates, transcending these,
Far other worlds, and other seas;
Annihilating all thatโ€™s made
To a green thought in a green shade.


Hello!

This is the second of two posts with photos of grapevines from my garden, taken in April, 2022 and recently discovered entangled the backlog of my Lightroom library. The first post is Plant Entanglements (1 of 2). As with the previous post, the first batch of five photos shows the tendrils and leaves of a Concord grapevine; and the rest are from a Catawba grapevine.

Hmmm… I’m thinking I might sling a few of these grapevines onto black backgrounds just to see how they look; although — given the very tiny and fine details in some of the images — this may take some time….

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