Sunday morning we had weather! Like clouds in a normally cloudless sky. Rain. Chilly weather at 72F. And it was heaven.
So, loaded with film and with digital, I walked along the creek, about 50 feet above it on the Moonrise trail. For me, this is a bit of a sketchy trail because it’s a bit treacherous here and there, so always best with a friend. I shot a lot of panos that morning, and took a roll of film, too, with my Canonet QL17. Here is one of the panos of that exquisite morning sky. Click on it a couple of times to see it larger.
I rather liked the combination of the blues and the boat name. All this stuff was piled in a bin next to the boat – not sure if it was storage or trash.
“Da Boids” is New York for “The Birds.” As in “Toity poiple boids all poiched in a twee, toity poiple boids all choipin at me. Choip, choip, choip.”
Anyway, these are some kind of water bird with little tail-like feathers on their heads. They stalk their prey, as does the heron, but on considerably shorter legs. Altogether, they are rather lovely, with their bright legs and blue feathers. They are found inland as well as near the shore.
The other night we hit the coast … the fog was low and the sky was grey and we were chilled and cold. Trust me when I say California is not all sunshine and balmy breezes! Mark Twain supposedly said, “The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco.” It’s true for points south as well.
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.
The Channel Islands of California are in my back yard, but miles away and difficult to reach. They act as a barrier between the coast and the wide open seas of the Pacific Ocean. As well, it is part of the migration route of many sea mammals, such as whales, as they travel from Alaska to the Sea of Cortez.
There is a rich history here, too, of Native Americans (the Chumash in our area) and the Spanish explorers. I’ve sailed here, been out on whale watching expeditions, and visited Anacapa. Now, this area is protected as the Channel Islands National Marine Sanctuary and the Channel Islands National Park. I think I need to visit these islands more frequently!
This is a picture taken from the eastern side of Anacapa, looking northwest. The first few humps are Anacapa Island, and the rest are Santa Cruz.
After spending the day at Mesa Verde National Park, we headed to Cortez for a late meal. Walking toward the restaurant, I came across this display. With their spicy scent, soft green leaves, and cheerful flowers, geraniums always make my day!