(Last week: Chartan faces temptation in his Sacramento apartment after a surprise visit from Elisa.) When Gina returned from her job, she found Chartan seated at the kitchen table with a blank stare on his face. “Are you okay?” He turned towards her but remained silent. “Chartan, what’s wrong?” SheContinue reading “The Adventures of Chartan: The Unexpected”
This private moment during the pandemic is still rare. A few people wear masks on the beach and nearly everyone wears a mask inside stores.
A great white egret at the Carmel River Lagoon appears to be flying over two mallards. I marvel at how different species get along with each other. The egret actually landed on the log and let the ducks drift in peace.
Local TV news reported last night that there are an estimated 12,000 monarch butterflies this year at the Pacific Grove Monarch Butterfly Sanctuary. Last year there were none at this time. l assume monarchs that stop at my backyard are on their way to the sanctuary which is about 4 miles away by car andContinue reading “12,000 Strong!”
On November 30, yesterday, I happened to see a monarch float into our backyard. During the previous 10 years no monarchs had been sighted in the yard later than October 16. Yes, I keep track. Very unscientific, I know, but something is going on with the weather. There’s been a warm wind the past week–todayContinue reading “Late Arrival…”
The most amazing fact about this particular flower is that it grows by our ugly driveway.
Yesterday around 10:30 a.m. I was pruning a tree when I realized I was looking at the moon in clear skies. Dropped the shears and got the camera–needed a break anyway–for this shot.
(Last week: Gina tells Chartan she is done with the mystic.) They returned to the motel room to find Brazil sitting on the bed, “Check out time?” asked Brazil. “Have any ideas? asked Chartan “You two are the love birds—I’m ready to spend the night in my bed in Sacramento.”Continue reading “The Adventures of Chartan: Return to Sacramento”
I drove 300 miles yesterday, about 270 miles over my self-imposed limit for one day. But near the end of this trip with the November sun on the horizon shooting shafts of bright light into my eyes–I had on dark sunglasses–the song came on the car radio: “I’m Your Captain” by Grand Funk Railroad. ThisContinue reading “Hold This Moment…”