Tag: 1 Nikon 32mm f1.2
I was running through some older images; this is from last Spring, when the hills were still green. I don’t recall where I took it in Wildwood Park, but what I find so entrancing is the vastness reaching beyond . . . keep going, and eventually you land on the shores of the Pacific.
Cacti need water, too! When they get it, they are fat and flowering and quite beautiful. I was really surprised to learn that their leaves are their spikes – ouch!
Sunday morning we went out for a hike in the local open space. The coastal ranges are beautiful right now because of the rains, so long missing from our climate, and returning because of El Nino. Yesterday’s photo was facing west; this is what lay behind me. A green and misty land, with a deep gorge to the right, a ridge to the left which, should I climb it, will bring me down into another valley. Spring!
BTW, this is another panorama, taken with 17 images and merged in LR 6.5. Gotta love the digital darkroom!
The rains have arrived in California, easing a four-year drought. Brown has turned to green and the miracle of life returns. I took this yesterday morning around 7 a.m., heading west with the sun behind me. This is a pano of two images, using the Nikon V1 and 32mm lens.
To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles today
To-morrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he’s a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he’s to setting.
That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time,
And, while ye may, go marry:
For having lost but once your prime,
You may forever tarry.
Every now and again it is fun to play with post . . . this is a pano of about 5 images.
OUt at about 7:15 p.m. last night, hiking eastward to watch the sunset. The sky was filled with wonderful clouds – some with weird shapes – and bright colors. As evening descending, it was beautiful and peaceful, with the calls of the canyon wren and the hum of the crickets.