I got out of my car yesterday and faced it, not by choice–it was simply there, bare land in the city on a blistering hot day. I lingered briefly, after all I had a chess match to play in an air conditioned building, the only structure in this field of a developer’s dreams. Real estate politics were at play. No progress was winning. The promised self-contained community was still on paper, save for a few California poppies stuck in the brush. Mate!
A field in West Sacramento brightened up by some mustard grass.
This week I’ve been throwing out trash– trying to find out what the back of our garage looks like. I haven’t taken any photos for nearly a week. “No photography” and “anti-clutter activities,” are they connected?
A ceramic “note” has been hanging on our brick wall for seven years or so. I’ve never really paid attention to “Lucky Me” until this morning. The sunrise coming from a skylight struck the “note” in dramatic fashion for a few minutes. Yes, the sunlight, as it should, drifted south, sending “Lucky Me” into obscurity. But for a moment I considered the message. Good fortune is fleeting and I am thankful for having it and for understanding the conditions. In 24 hours the sunlight will return and I may or may not see it strike “Lucky Me.” No matter, I appreciate the reminder.
The last few weeks have been good ones for driftwood fans. At this time of year, the beaches in Carmel are packed with ocean smooth wood. My favorite place is at the bottom of a steep cliff where a patch of sand is the resting place for high tide deposits.
via Photo Challenge: Reflecting
This reflection accentuates the swoop of a great blue heron flying over a pond in West Sacramento,
Anne made this front door “gate” that keeps our dogs in while allowing them to keep watch on the street. Here, Teddy is on the ready.
It’s warming up–time for red dragon flies.