Judging from the cobwebs on this ladder, work using it stopped weeks ago.
If you were truly to wake up in fog, it might look like this photo I took while hiking into a fog bank along Big Sur.
A buckeye butterfly floats by very old brick.
Sometimes on a hike my cell phone, on its own, will take shots of my pocket. But this one, a spiral of the wood chip trail, was taken while the phone was hanging out of my pocket, or, at least, that is the theory. I like it.
When I go on a hike, my thoughts are about the condition of the forest given the extreme drought conditions in California. Yesterday, I took Ivan on the Carmel Mission Trail where I stopped and took a cell phone photo of a dead tree branch that appeared to have been laid to rest by theContinue reading “Bone Dry Grave”
I took this shot of a Big Sur beach wedding a few years ago. I was struck by the orderliness of the scene–everyone in her or his place–in a natural surrounding of random almost chaotic beauty. Don’t know what happened to the newlyweds. Do know that planet Earth is in trouble with extreme weather actingContinue reading “What Happened?”
I keep an aloe plant near the kitchen in case I burn myself–it happens. Cut a leaf and you get instant pain relief from the aloe ooze, or whatever it is called.
In the California Sierras the process of getting ready for winter is well underway despite record high temps. Downed trees are chain sawed into manageable pieces and eventually whacked with an axe for use as firewood. It’s an age old process that frankly is relaxing despite the hard work involved.