asakiyume: (turnip lantern)
I didn't set out to do anything other than catch up with housework today, but then on a morning run I stopped to pick up a walnut fruit, and then that got me thinking about the staining capabilities of walnut, and then that reminded me of the Magüta/Tikuna people, who use the huito fruit (Genipa americana) to dye skin black. For babies there's ceremony where they're washed with its juice for protection. The juice doesn't start out black, but it turns black in the air:

(Screenshots from a lovely 13-minute video from Peru on the ceremony: Buxe Arii Ẽxüῧnechiga – Tinta de Huito Tikuna)

Here, they're washing the baby with the juice. You can see it hasn't yet turned black


And in this screenshot, you can see how dark black it gets


A similar thing happens if you're light-skinned and you stain yourself with walnut juice:

My hand in the morning--you can see the color is kind of yellow-orange


My hand just now, in the night


The huito fruits look kind of like the walnut fruits too, though they're not related:

huito:


black walnut (from Flickr user BlueRidgeKitties):
Black Walnuts in the Husk

... hmmm, maybe they don't look *that* similar.

After the video on the protective ceremony for the baby, there was a video on processing cassava to make the coarse fariña that I brought back, and I watched that one with great joy and happiness and took lots of screenshots. But I'll save those for another day.
asakiyume: (far horizon)
Across the sky, wispy white vertebrae from some decomposing heavenly beast.

Arrow
photo by Flickr user Jen Scheer; cirrus vertebratus is an actual cloud type, apparently

"Sky creatures never stink when they decay," granddad says, "because they're half made of light. Down here we're made of heavy stuff and we stink when we decay. But the sky creatures have no sweet fragrances or intoxicating aromas, either. All the tantalizing scents we love come from the fact that earthly flesh is rich and heavy.

mangosteen
asakiyume: (glowing grass)
Last weekend [personal profile] mallorys_camera invited me to pick sour cherries and blueberries at Samascott Orchard in Kinderhook, NY.

What an experience! I've never been to such a huge orchard. You pay to enter and then can *drive* to the place where you want to pick. [personal profile] mallorys_camera and I scoffed at this, but soon we realized that people who come here to pick are not playing, and with the amounts they're picking (pounds and pounds--enough for all their home canning; enough for their roadside stall or their home pie business), yes, you would want your car nearby.

And wow, what an international bunch of people it attracts. Did you think you needed to go to a big metropolitan center to hear a panoply of languages? Why no! Come to this orchard! The first family we ran into were exclaiming over the unripe fruit of a particular tree.

"I've never seen this fruit in America!" said a man.

"What is it?" I asked.

"I don't know what it's called in English, but in Turkish we call it [word I don't remember] which is something like 'sour apricot'"

He turned and started talking to another man in Turkish.

Like us, this family was trying to get to cherry trees that hadn't been picked over. Eventually we hit the jackpot. "Dad!" a kid in their family called. "This tree has two thousand cherries!!"

Some of the trees were so loaded with cherries that branches were weighed down to the ground.

Here are some of those two thousand cherries:





On our way to the blueberries, we could hear families speaking in some Southeast Asian language, and when I was crouched down picking, I could hear a guy from Israel (probably? from some of the things he referenced) talking to a woman about the history of the YMCA. "I want to write about the transition from empire to [unintelligible] through the YMCA."

Here are some blueberries and milkweed.



I heard a girl exclaim, "This one is as big as my thumb!"

While we were picking blueberries a handsome young guy with a Jamaican accent tried to interest us in a cruise on a yacht. Since [personal profile] mallorys_camera and I are, shall we say, of an age that makes us unlikely partners for handsome young guys with Jamaican accents ("Speak for yourself!" says MC from off stage), I suspect he was looking for generous patronesses, which is hilarious, but that accent is beautiful, and I enjoyed the flirtation all the same.

As we headed back to our cars we passed some Polish speakers, and also a South Asian mom using an umbrella to shelter her child, who was sleeping in a stroller, from the sun (there was actually sun that day--but then it did rain, of course: practically every day this month it's rained at least a little and more often than not spectacularly).

Before paying for our haul, we decided to have some lavender ice cream (marvelous!). The wall carries lists of plates of cars caught stealing as a warning not to try similar:



They, too, are not playing: they search your car when you go to pay. They opened my overnight bag that had my previous-day's clothes in it.

paying, and car search


While we were eating ice cream, I saw these two. The woman's skirt was full and flouncy, and then she popped that hat on her head and looked straight out of a brochure for Bolivia or Peru.



It was a wonderful experience--super company, beautiful outdoor activity, and great people watching/listening.
asakiyume: (far horizon)
I realized that the charming watermelon I'd bought at a farm stand came with a map imprinted on its rind--I guess all watermelons do; how did I not notice?

map of a wetland

It's a map of a wetland, rivers threading through buoyant land--the dark green is the rivers, the light green is the land, but you can see how streamlets are woven right into the land. You can travel by boat along the rivers, and the marshgrass is so high no one will see you the next river over.

Watermelons keep these maps on their rinds because they are water melons.

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