The crows around my house are gigantic, noisy and, for me, hard to photograph. They are so black, I usually fail to capture detail when their wings are pressed close. These menacing birds do justice to Hitchcock’s “The Birds.” I am waiting for the day when one of them dive bombs me. This shot of a crow in my neighbor’s struggling coastal oak was taken yesterday from my driveway .
Eucalyptus trees shed their bark often revealing striking colors. I’ve read that shedding is a sign of a healthy tree, but this one looked like it was dying to me. Regardless, the exposed tree in the sun is spectacular.
The search for “silence” often takes me to the outdoors away from traffic and other man-made sounds, including people. Of course, there are always sounds breaking the silence: wildlife calls, the wind, or the ocean surf. Of course, at my house there is the silence of sleeping dogs and Anne quilting–that’s a combination of silence and the quick whir of a sewing machine. In the end I choose a rock on the secluded Monterey coastline where I can think about “silence,” both the good aspects and the bad (not speaking up against hate),
I took this shot of Molly two days ago–this is how she looks at me these days, intense, searching for understanding. She has evolved gradually into this behavior. She now responds well to a few hand signals. As she approaches her fourth year, I notice that she holds her stares longer than she used to. If I hold my hand up high, she will come. If I put my hand out, she will put her left paw in my palm. We don’t overdo the training. She is a border collie mix with, perhaps, a little cattle dog thrown in. Clearly, she is instinctively a working dog maturing into the dog she wants to be.
I took a photo yesterday of the sheep at Mission Ranch, a popular hotel and restaurant in Carmel owned by actor/director Clint Eastwood. He bought the property to keep it from housing developers. In doing so, he preserved a grazing area with a spectacular view of Point Lobos in the distance. It has rained lately, expanding the marsh land behind the ranch. When I looked into the glare to take this photo, I didn’t see the herons in the background until I enlarged the shot at home. Nice surprise.
The last hour of sunlight on the horizon at Carmel yesterday had a watercolor hue, thanks to a heavy marine layer. Note the human figures lining up for a good view from the ocean boulders. As is always the case on Sundays, the beach, itself, was crowded with people celebrating the show in the sky.
Our two rescue dogs yesterday with looks of concern at the front screen door. Nothing happened.