Monday, August 30, 2021

The Mysterious World of the Bagworm

The Mysterious World of the Bagworm
 Dr Abe V Rotor


Shot holes caused by bagworm (Cryotothelea heckmeyeri
besiege a talisay tree (Terminalia catappa), Cebu City
Pagoda bagworm, Cryptothelea hekmeyeri Heyl., in pseudo colony on 
duhat leaf; enlarged side view of the pagoda-shaped insect (below).


Sheepishly she peeps from under a pagoda she built;
Like the turtle she hides, creeps ‘til finally ceases to eat.
A Venus de Milo she emerges, sans wings she must wait,
Love scent in the air she urges a winged groom her mate.

She lays her eggs in the tent, broods them ‘til they hatch,
With heart’s content; leaves and dies after the dispatch.
To the Great Maker, life’s full of sacrifice and obligation;
Mother keeps young and home, the species’ bastion.

- AV Rotor, Bagworm
Light in the Woods, 1995

My pastime reading under a spreading duhat tree standing at the backyard of our old house was disturbed one summer. This favorite shady spot almost disappeared as the tree my father planted before I was born completely shed its leaves. Our yard turned into a litter of leaves. Our tree appeared lifeless.

Summer is when this tree is a deep green canopy, loaded with flowers and luscious, sweet fruits, and laughing children, their tongues and hands bearing the stain of its black berries.

The culprit cannot be the drought spurred by El Nino, I thought. Duhat is highly tolerant to prolonged dry spell, because its tap roots can reach deep seated ground water.

Even before I discovered the culprit - a shy insect protected by a pagoda-like bag - my children had already set up a field laboratory in their a tent, complete with basic research tools, and books of Karganilla, Doyle and Attenborough. For days our backyard became a workshop with the touch of Scotland Yard, Mt Makiling and Jules Verne.

My children called the insect living pagoda because of the semblance of its house with the Chinese temple, and because of its turtle-like habit of retreating into its bag. Leo, our youngest fondly called it Ipi, contracted from “insect na parang pagong at pagodang intsik”.

Ipi belongs to the least known family of insects, Psychidae, which in French means mysterious. Yet its relatives, the moth and the butterfly, are perhaps the most popular and expressive members of the insect world.

Curious about the unique bag and how it was built by such a lowly insect, Matt and Chris Ann worked as research partners. They entered their data in a field notebook as follows:

1. Base diameter - 2 cm
2. Height of bag - 2 cm
3. No. of shingles on the bag - 20
4. Size ratio of shingles from base to tip – 10:1
5. Basic design – Overlap-spiral

We examined the specimen in detail with a hand lens and found that the bag has several outstanding features. My children continued their data entry, as follows:

1. Water-resistant (shingle roof principle)
2. Stress-resistant (pyramid principle)
3. Good ventilation (radiator principle)
4. Light yet strong (fibrous structure)
5. Camouflage efficient (mimicry and color blending)
6. Structural foundation - None

The pagoda bag has no structural foundation, I explained. It is carried from place to place by a sturdy insect which is a caterpillar, larva of a moth. Beneath its pagoda tent, it gnaws the leaf on the fleshy portion, prying off the epidermal layer to become circular shingles. Using its saliva, it cements the new shingles to enlarge its bag, then moves to a fresh leaf and repeats the whole operation. As
the larva grows, the shingle it cuts gets bigger,

This is a very rare case where construction starts at the tip and culminates at the base, noted my wife. Remember that the structure is supposed to be upside down because Ipi feeds from the underside of the leaf, I said. “An upside pagoda,” our children chorused.

As Ipi grows, the shingles progressively increase in size and number, thus the bag assumes the shape of a storied pagoda. Thus there are small
Pagodas and larger ones, and varied intermediate sizes, depending on the age of the caterpillar which continuously feeds for almost the whole summer during which it molts five times.

If there are no longer new shingles added to the bag it is presumed that the insect had stopped growing. It then prepares to pupate and permanently attaches its bag on a branch or twig, and there inside it goes into slumber. The attached bag appears like thorn as if it were a part of the tree, and indeed a clever camouflage on the part of the insect. Here suddenly is a parasite becoming a symbiont, arming the host tree with false thorns!

My children's curiosity seemed endless. I explained that like all living things, bagworms have self-preserving mechanisms. They must move away from the food leaf before it falls off. They must secure themselves properly as they tide up with their pupal stage. After a week later they metamorphose into adults. Here on the twigs and branches they escape potential predators. Here too, the next generation of newly hatched larvae will wait for new shoots on which they feed.

Matt picked one bag after another to find out what stage the insect is undergoing. I recalled my research on Cryptothelea fuscescens Heyl, a relative of C. heckmeyeri, the pagoda species. Chris Ann took down notes

1. Specimen 1 - Bag is less than 1 cm in diameter, caterpillar in third instar (molting), voracious feeder.

2. Specimen 2 - Bag large, construction complete, insect in fifth or sixth instar, morphological parts highly distinct, head and thorax thick, three pairs of powerful legs.

3. Specimen 3 - Insect in pupal stage, expected to emerge in one week, chrysalis (skin) full, dark and shiny. Feeding had completely stopped.

4. Specimen 4 - flag empty, opening clear, chrysalis empty.

5. Specimen 5 - Bag contains eggs laid on cottony mass, chrysalis empty.

The last specimen is intriguing. Where is the insect? Why did it abandon its lifelong home? A puzzle was painted on the face of our young Leo. So I explained.

Let us trace the life history of Ipi and its kind. Both male and female bagworms mature into moths. The winged male upon emerging from his bag is soon attracted by love scent emitted by a waiting female moth still ensconced in her bag. The scent is an attractant scientists call pheromone. Then in the stillness of summer night, her Romeo comes knocking. Without leaving her bag she receives him at an opening at the tip of the pagoda bag. A long honeymoon follows, but signaling an ephemeral life of the couple.

The fertilized female lay her eggs inside the bag, seals it with her saliva, then wiggles out to the outside world but only to fall to the ground - and die, because Nature did not provide her wings!

“Poor little thing,” muttered Cecille apparently in defense of the female species. “Nature did it for a reason,” I countered, “otherwise we would not have bagworms today.” The wingless condition of the female bagworm is the key to the survival of the species.

The sun had set, the litter of leaves had been cleaned up. And the silhouette of our leafless duhat tree against the reddening sky painted gloom on our subject. As dusk set in, I noticed nocturnal insects circling the veranda lamp. A moth paused, then passed over our heads and disappeared into a tree. “Bye, bye,", cried Leo Carlo.

Summer was short, the rains came early and our duhat tree developed robust foliage. Cicadas chirped at the upper branches and an early May beetle hang peacefully gnawing on young a leaf. I was reading Rachel Carson’s Silent Spring when a gust of wind brought down a dozen tiny bagworms hanging on their own invisible spinnerets. My children were aroused from their reading of The Living Planet.

We had unveiled the mystery of the pagoda bagworm, but above anything else, we found love and appreciation on the wonders of Nature and the unity of life itself. 

Another species of bagworm (Crypthothela fuscescens Heylerts), Family Psychidae. Photos taken at Angels' Hills, Tagaytay. The larva builds a bag of dried twig of the same diameter and length and attaches on the host plant until it reaches maturity. The spent bag simply remains hanging. Lower photo shows an exposed larva purposely for study.

Bagworm (Crypthothela fuscescens Heylerts), Family Psychidae
Photos taken at Angels' Hills, Tagaytay.

Bagworms make bags out of pieces of stems and leaves attached to the host plant. The male insect emerges leaving behind its molt at the opening of the bag. The female is wingless and does not leave the bag. When ready for mating she exude sex pheromone to attract a winged male through the posterior opening to fertilize. After laying her eggs inside the bag, she pushes her way out and drops to the ground and dies. In a week's time the hatchlings emerge from the nursery bag and soon find food and start building their own bags. Lowest photos: full size bagworms. The caterpillar molts five or six times before becoming into pupa, and consequently adult. Exposed caterpillars in their fifth and final instars. ~

Friday, August 27, 2021

Mystery of the Macapuno Coconut

 Mystery of the Macapuno Coconut 

The name macapuno or makapuno is derived from Tagalog makapuno, the local name of the phenotype in the Philippines, meaning "characterized by being full", a reference to the way the endosperm in macapuno coconuts fill the interior hollow of coconut seeds.

Dr Abe V Rotor

 
Above, left: The secret of breaking macapuno nut into perfect halves is to break the nut between the "eyes" with one solid stroke of a bolo.  Scoop the jelly endosperm with spoon, and the soft periphery with manual grater or stripper. 

Macapuno is made into cakes, pastries, halo-halo, preserves, ice cream and 
other unique preparations, real treats on special and ordinary occasions.

 
Macapuno or coconut sport is a naturally occurring coconut cultivar which has an abnormal development of the endosperm. The result of this abnormal development is a soft translucent jelly-like flesh that fills almost the entire central cavity of coconut seeds, with little to no coconut water. Macapuno was first described scientifically from wild specimens in 1931 by Edwin Copeland. They were cultivated commercially in the Philippines after the development of the "embryo rescue" in vitro culture technology in the 1960s by Emerita V. De Guzman. It has become an important crop in coconut-producing countries and is now widely used in the cuisines of Southeast Asia and the Pacific Islands. In Indonesia there are two types of abnormal endosperm coconut, Kelapa Puan/Kopyor and Kelapa Lilin. Both are different types of coconut with very different characteristics and taste. (Wikipedia) ~

I am a waterfall - a drawing exercise

I am a waterfall - a drawing exercise

Dr Abe V Rotor


Waterfall mural, AVR 2009

How do you see yourself as a waterfall?

This exercise leads us to differentiate reality from imagination. Second, how can we combine reality and idealism to express ourselves?

Here is a drawing exercise suitable to both young and old, class or workshop.

As a participant draw a waterfall from your own experience and imagination. You have ten minutes to finish it on a one-fourth bond paper using pencil or pen.

A background music is provided while you work. Nature’s sound: water cascading or flowing accompanied by songs of birds and other creatures, and occasional breeze. The theme of a song is Somewhere Over a Rainbow. Other appropriate pieces are The Blue Danube and Flow Gently Sweet Afton.

If you are ready to start the exercise, at this juncture, please pause.

You will come to know the basis of judging your work after you are through. It takes some twenty minutes to finish.


NOTE: Do not read these criteria until you have completed your drawing.

Exchange your paper with your seatmate's. The instructor will now guide you in checking the papers with the criteria below. Use a scale of 1 to 10, starting with 1=Very Poor to 5=Average, and to 10=Outstanding. It's now your discretion to grade the paper given you.
  1. Height of the waterfall
  2. Fullness of its water
  3. Lushness of its watershed
  4. Abundance of its source, river or lake
  5. Force and power of the fall
  6. Strength and firmness of the rock face
  7. Downstream flow and direction
  8. Creatures in their natural habitat
  9. No wasteland, no space left out
  10. Naturalness and artistic presentation
Add the points obtained from each of the 10 factors. The perfect score is 100. Return paper to the owner.

The second part of the exercise is sharing. What is the significance of this exercise? How does it relate to life?

Relate each criterion with your personal life, your dealings with people, Nature, and the Creator. This takes about half an hour or so.

This exercise leads you to know yourself better - your strength and weakness - and most important - your potentials. ~

Monday, August 23, 2021

I am HABIT - a Reflection

I am HABIT - a Reflection

Dr Abe V Rotor

We are creatures of habit, whether we like it or not. We can make habit our servant, or we can allow it to become our master. Good habits are developed through good training and conducive environment. 


HABIT

I am your constant companion.
I am your greatest helper or your heaviest burden.
I will push you onward, or drag you down to failure.
I am completely at your command.
Half the things you do, you might just as well turn over to me,

And I will be able to do them quickly and correctly.
I am easily managed; you must merely be firm with me.
Show me exactly how you want something done,
And after a few lessons I will do it automatically.
I am the servant of all great men

And, alas, of all failures as well.
Those who are great, I have made great.
Those who are failures, I have made failures.
I am not a machine, though I work with all the precision of a machine
Plus the intelligence of a man.

You may run me for profit, or run me for ruin;
It makes no difference to me.
Take me, train me, be firm with me
And I will put the world at your feet.
Be easy with me, and I will destroy you.

Who am I?
I am HABIT.

-  Author Unknown

Reference and Acknowledgement, The 10 Natural Laws of Successful Time and Life 
Management by Hyrum W Smith. Illustrations from the Internet

The old piano in the old house

The old piano in the old house

Dr Abe V Rotor



An old house in Cebu, photos by Matthew Marlo Rotor

I hear Moonlight Sonata, Beethoven on the piano, in deep concentration about a girl wishing to see the moon and the stars in glorious sight even though she was blind;

Music to make the blind see through the inner eye, the deaf to hear through the inner ear - senses cut from the outside world only to be connected to an internal world;

I hear Tosselli's Serenade in violin in the middle of the night in complete silence except the throbbing of the heart of a lover longing and pleading for the sweetest answer;

Music is the radiance of the morning sun 'til sunset and into the lovely night for those in love, the kundiman of Abelardo and Santiago, Hating Gabi (Midnight) of Molina;

I hear Alleluia or the Messiah, the greatest religious song ever written, which Handel composed in isolation for days, emerging with heavenly light on his face;

Music that brings us closer to God, and God closer to man, a communion of Creator and creation, an expression of the highest level of reverence to the Supreme Being;

I hear Brahm's Lullaby the greatest composition that makes babies smile, babies crying to stop and settle on their mother's breast or in their crib guarded by angels;

Music that is universal to baby and mother, the origin of prototype melodies, inspiring our own Lucio San Pedro to compose Ugoy ng Duyan in a compatible melody;

I hear Czardas by Monti, typical Russian, vibrant and quick yet romantic and classical,
a challenging piece to play with virtuosity on the violin accompanied by piano;

Music that tests the ultimate of skill in playing a musical instrument, alone and with accompaniment, virtuosity on the stage, flawless and finesse;

I hear Requiem of Amadeus Mozart, his last and his own, commissioned by an unknown patron. Was he a ghost, or Mozart's? Music accompanies us to our grave;

Music that laments, bringing out the sorrow and pain in the saddest hour, yet kind and soothing, calming the bereaved, releasing them from pain and prison;

I do not hear them anymore - Beethoven, Tosselli, Handel, Brahms, Monti, Mozart et al - they're no longer around, not in the old house, and the piano is forever silent. ~

Saturday, August 21, 2021

"There is always the last of a distinct breed,"

 "There is always the last of a distinct breed,"

"We are not alone. We may be of different races, but God has placed us so that we journey on the same path." (James  Fenimore Cooper, The Last of the Mohicans.)

Dr Abe V Rotor

 
All from San Vicente, Ilocos Sur: Manang Madre with Rotor clan: Fe (former UP professor), Cely (retired teacher), Veny (Franciscan sister). Sister Francisca Trinidad Rotor, SPC - devoted Vincentian and Paulinian 
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San Vicente is a small town, three kilometers west of Vigan, the capital of Ilocos Sur. The town takes pride in honoring its outstanding sons and daughters, among them, a diminutive, frail looking religious sister, who devoted her whole long life to the development of children through education and devotion. Author's Note: Search in this Blog, the life of Sister Mamerta Rocero, SPC, also a native of San Vicente. 
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There is always the last of a distinct breed, reminiscent of The Last of the Mohicans, a novel written by James Fenimore Cooper. After that a new breed emerges.

Manang Madre is among the last of a fine breed of religious sisters.

She lived a full missionary life with the zeal and dedication of a Mother Teresa. She was simple and humble, and remained a trusted friend, mentor and spiritual adviser.

This is Manang Madre to us. We knew how good and courageous she was even at a very early age. She would warn us of approaching Japanese soldiers, and lead us into an underground hideout, hushing us into complete silence. Like a sentinel she knew when it was safe to go out and resume our chores and play. We would have known more fear and uncertainty were it not for her assuring presence and company.

There was this incident just after the war that Manang Madre risked her life in saving my sister and brother who were trapped in a live charcoal pit. This is the dugout stove chamber used in boiling sugarcane juice to become muscovado or red sugar. It was a miracle, Dad and the people who came to the rescue afterward, likened her to a "guardian angel,"

Manang Madre remained our older playmate and guardian of sort. Mother died at the onset of the war, so that having Manang Madre around filled a vacuum in us. Dad always reminded us to be good to her.

There was a time Manang Madre invited us to see her glass aquarium. There beside the window, the morning sun cast a prism on the green Hydrilla and Elodea plants with numerous tiny bubbles forming and clinging on their leaves. One by one the bubbles rose and popped daintily. A dozen colorful fish gleefully played in the sunbeam. This indeed made a lasting impression in me to become a biologist someday. When I became a professor, I devised an laboratory project for my students, a natural home aquarium without electric-driven pump and filter. It was patterned after Manang Madre's aquarium.

It was peacetime. Things were going back to normal. Wounds healed, so to speak, leaving but scars. School reopened. Manang Madre soon entered the convent without our knowledge. But she wrote often, sending us cards, stampita and religious medals.

It was many years after when I saw Manang Madre in the former Vigil House at St. Paul University Quezon City campus. She had retired and was wearing an implanted heart pacer. I too, had retired from government service and was teaching part time in that school.

In spite of her conditions she helped me build the school museum with her collection of stamps. She was a a philatelist. She helped me in the eco-sanctuary, the botanical garden of the school. She was a gardener. So with the school's outreach program in Barangay Valencia. She taught for many years children and adults alike. Why don't we map our family tree? I asked. She had indeed a very good memory to the third generation and fourth consanguinity. I treasure the map she made.
The last time I saw her was in 2009 at the new Vigil House at Taytay, Rizal. I was attending the annual school retreat. It was a bright morning. We were walking among the flowers that lined a big fountain pond fronting the modern edifice.

Manang Madre and two other religious sisters formed a triumvirate in the family. They all belonged to St. Paul of Chartres congregation.

  • Sister Nathaniel Rocero, SPC, the intellectual, sometimes branded activist for her concern for the poor, a Ph.D. holder in English and Literature, proponent of traditional and classical philosophy. 
  • Sister Mamerta Rocero, SPC, the scientist, biologist, researcher, she revived the ethnic values of plants, humanist, also a Ph.D. holder (meritissimus). Her dissertation: "Ethnobotany among The Itawes," published by the National Museum. 
  • Sister Francisca Trinidad, SPC, educator, school administrator, extension specialist, teacher to countless children as if they were her own, as if they were like us who once grew under the her protection. 
Across the fence roared countless vehicles, smoke rose from smokestacks in the distance. The air was heavy with smog. A parade on wheels displayed colorful banner, amidst blaring announcements and reverberating music, while Manang Madre was being laid to final rest in the SPC sisters' cemetery. I remember the last part of The Last of the Mohicans. To quote:

"We are not alone. We may be of different races, but God has placed us so that we journey on the same path."

Sister Madre and her kind, assure us that we are not alone. They are the bridge of unity, ages and generations. They have placed us in that same journey, leading us all on the same path to God." ~


"There is always the last of a distinct breed."

Manang Madre is among the last of a fine breed of religious sisters.

Wednesday, August 18, 2021

Coral Reef Forest Threatened

Coral Reef Forest Threatened
Dr Abe V Rotor

Coral reef forest in bloom in acrylic on wood by AVRotor, circa 2005.
On display at Living with Nature, San Vicente, Ilocos Sur

Water pollution and global warming are destroying our coral reef, and consequently its productivity as an ecosystem. Destruction of the coral reef is likened to the destruction of the rainforest. Intrusion of settlements and farming on waterways and shorelines which we call reclamation exacerbates the loss of this ecosystem, indeed a requiem to nature.

Life is Beautiful

Life is Beautiful 
Dr Abe V Rotor

  Leaf skeletons in acrylic by AVRotor (c 2005) 


Sunset is more beautiful than sunrise,
leaves more beautiful in the fall;
life beautiful at its end earns its prize, 
that death is beautiful after all. ~

I am the grass I cover all.

I am the grass I cover all.

 Dr Abe V Rotor

Grass in acrylic on wood by the author. On display at Living with Nature,
San Vicente Ilocos Sur.


Grass*
BY CARL SANDBURG

Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo.
Shovel them under and let me work—
                                          I am the grass; I cover all.

And pile them high at Gettysburg
And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun.
Shovel them under and let me work.
Two years, ten years, and passengers ask the conductor:
                                          What place is this?
                                          Where are we now?

                                          I am the grass.
                                          Let me work.
*Acknowledgement: Internet
Source: Cornhuskers (1918)

Proto life in abstract art

Proto life in abstract art
Dr Abe V Rotor


Pangea Breaks Up

Reference to life's diversity,
even before the Seventh day;
global and ubiquitous is life, 
mysterious, always in strife.


Ripples of Rainbow

Clear as the rainbow in the sky,
its image on the pond a far cry.



Transition of Life

Land dies into a pond, pond into land,
     in seres, one after another;
living mass into organic matter over time.
     death to living in this order.



Milton's Query

If Paradise was lost because of man's disobedience,
was it regained in his absence? ~

Second time in my prime through art.

 Second time around in my prime through art. 

Dr Abe V Rotor

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Wall mural by the author in his residence in Lagro QC, Metro Manila

Neighborhood kids at Greater Lagro QC take time out to play and
pose before a wall mural of nature painted by the author.

I'm among these kids, second time in my prime;
what secret has Nature to break the boundary
of space and hold back the hands of time,
and save the happy childhood in memory? ~

"Bring home the rain cloud."

  "Bring home the rain cloud."

Dr Abe V Rotor

Children chasing the rain cloud (Internet).  Composed by the author.

                    What promise has the sky to bring,
if cumulus cloud in the morning,
into wispy feathers die,
leaving the land bone dry? 

What promise has the land to the sky,
if  the first raindrops to vie, 
into a shroud of mist hang
and die with the rising sun?.    

What promise has rain to the earth
if flood by its very birth
destroys what it builds,
leaving but ruined fields.  

Promise a treaty in a duo, indeed,
yet paled by mutual bid;
and long before it's resolved
the world has grown old. ~  

Have you watched yeast cells growing and dividing, in the process of fermentation?

 Yeast in Action
Have you watched yeast cells growing and dividing,
 in the process of fermentation?

Dr Abe V Rotor

 

Yeast cells actively divide in sugar substrate in fermentation resulting in the production of ethanol or wine, and CO2 as byproduct. When used in baking, the CO2 is trapped in the dough and causes it to rise and form leavened bread. Yeast (Saccharomyces) reproduces rapidly by vegetative means - budding. Note newly formed buds, and young buds still clinging on mother cells. (Photo by author , Summer workshop for kids, Lagro, QC) 

What happens to the yeast cells after fermentation is completed? (Assignment)

Tuesday, August 17, 2021

Monstrous Tree Mushroom

Monstrous Tree Mushroom 
Do you believe in the spirit of nature?

Dr Abe V Rotor

Also called bracket fungi or shelf fungi, they produce woody, shelf- or bracket-shaped or circular fruiting bodies. Most polypores, as they are called, inhabit tree trunks or branches consuming the wood, but some soil-inhabiting species form mycorrhiza with trees. Specimen was found growing on fallen coconut trunk, San Vicente, Ilocos Sur, author's residence.

Suddenly it appears, fresh and alive
- and growing before your very eyes.
The spirit of Nature in disguise 
coming in full view.  Believe!

What happens ultimately to this shelf fungus?  To its substrate - coconut trunk?

Ageless Nature

Ageless Nature 
Dr Abe V Rotor

Anne and her grandmother before a wall mural of Nature 
painted by the author 2016

Timelessness, Nature is reborn in all creatures, big and small;
In each one, life passes away, life comes anew;
Through generations under one roof, under one big sky, for all,
In peace and unity, in our Creator’s own view.~

Headless Tower


Headless Tower

A huge headless tower without its bell,
reminds us of the Tower of Babel.
(Bacarra, Ilocos Norte)

It's the male cicada that sings; the female is mute

It's the male cicada that sings;
the female is mute

Dr Abe V Rotor
 

Cicada, it's the male shrilling in the trees,
love call to the females on the run;
then a would-be bride or two come close
to Romeo and Caruso rolled into one.

Dust Bowl – Nature's Ultimate Signal

 Dust Bowl – Nature's Ultimate Signal

 “Dusty Plague Upon the Land.”  LIFE 1954 

Dr Abe V Rotor
Time Life Photographs (Enhanced with Adobe Photoshop)
   

  Among the photographs sent to me by Time-Life are telltale evidences of Nature's angry response to man's abuses of the environment.  Improper and over farming in pursuit of immediate economic gains resulted to a phenomenon - the great Dust Bowl that blanketed over much of central United States from the Dakotas, down to Colorado where these photos were taken.

The landscape, once rich agricultural lands and grasslands suddenly began  transforming into a desert which science calls desertification. The Dust Bowl gave man his greatest lesson never to abuse nature again. Rehabilitation was a gargantuan task led by the government that took place for many years with  agriculture taking a new path from the conventional and unilateral approach,  into one that combines agriculture and ecology (agro-ecological farming) which is today the key to sustainable productivity.
  

What greater wrath than one induced by man, 
     the skin of the earth ripped off;
its skeleton bare and staring out of its tomb,
     dusts stirred into a deadly roof. 

Fear - but what is fear in Armageddon, 
      when all around, no more?
pain - what is pain of the flesh and mind,
       when it has reached the core? 

Lost - whereto, there's no sight of home,            
       once home under the sun;
death - destiny at the inevitable end, 
      waiting, ‘til it’s gone.  

Eerie, it's all cemetery; woe to a rich country
       console, but whom and from where?
when the world is lost and gone
       so with venerable man. (avr)

In light of climate change and all it portends, LIFE.com looks back, through the lens of the great Margaret Bourke-White, at a period when — as LIFE phrased it in a May 1954 issue — there was a “Dusty Plague Upon the Land.”

The delicate, lethal powder spread in a brown mist across the prairie horizon. Across Colorado, Kansas, Oklahoma, Texas and New Mexico, the darkening swirls of loosened topsoil chewed their way across the plains, destroying or damaging 16 million acres of land. Man fought back with such techniques as chiseling …. driving a plow six inches into the soil to turn up clots of dirt which might help hold the precious land from the vicious winds. Against the dusty tide these feeble efforts came too little and too late. Two decades after the nation’s worst drought year in history, 1934, the southern plains were again officially labeled by the U.S. government with two familiar words — 
”Dust Bowl.”