I always enjoy seeing the sandstone boulders and rocks in the Santa Monica mountains. How do they get the way they are? Who or what positioned them? These look as if they were cast down the hillside by some giant hand . . . These are yellow and red and make a wonderful background for the foliage and weeds of the chaparral.
Foxtails are the seeds of a local wild grass. They are sharp and pointed, and manage to disperse themselves on the winds or by transportation. They can work their way into your clothes without your knowing it, are uncomfortable against your skin, and seem to work their way into everything. If you have a dog, keep it out of the foxtails – they have been known to bore into skin and cause infections. Not pleasant to be around, but they are really lovely backlit, with their slender stalks and foxtailish shape.
Oh, how much easier it would have been to get the view by road! Instead, a steady uphill slog of about a mile, with twists and turns and changing views. The pool of water in the distance is a reservoir, and it looks pretty good from here. Others in the area could be dried out in four years, and then what will we do for water? Even now, with rain in the forecast, California is still suffering from the effects of a long drought and poor water regulation. And climate change.
This morning we went on a rather strenuous hike – up and down hills to get to an inland section of the Santa Monica Mountains. I am not a fast hiker – rather plodding actually – because of a long history and experience with falls and broken bones. Every step is conscientiously placed, especially where there is scree and loose rocks. The flowers along the way provided excuses to pause . . .
Having a phone camera can be rather nice . . . not always the best shot, but sometimes the most candid and discreetly taken. Everyone has a cell phone, and everyone has cameras in their phones (for the most part). In bad light, blur; in good light, glare. And in perfect conditions, sometimes it is nearly impossible to tell it was taken by a phone.
Once more, the miracles of espionage catch the unsuspecting, lurking beneath awnings or pretending to be photographers. The high-tech revolution guarantees that, yes, you will eventually be found . . .