Matilija (pronounced muh-till-i-hah) poppies are amazing flowers. They bloom all at once, have flowers about 5″ in diameter, and can stand over 6 feet tall. Impressive when you have vast swaths of them. This year’s crop is magnificent!.
Tag: Thousand Oaks
A scene from the local botanical garden . . . piles of Pin Oak leaves against blooming Mexican sage. If you look in the upper left, you will see some pink blooms still clinging to a tree branch.
Taken along one of the trails in a local open space, Mount Clef in the distance. You can see how dry it is in SoCal after 5 years of drought. Rain is predicted next week, but I doubt it will show up. Wah.
Lizard’s Mouth is a promontory toward the eastern edge of the park, and as the sun rises in the west, it begins to glow.
One of my favorite places to pause.
This was taken a few weeks ago while out on a hike through the local backcountry. Spring is fading away, and wildfires are already beginning to rear their flames. The plants here are more lush than they have been in some time – we had a bit of rain!
Nikon FM2N, Elicar 55mm f2.8 Macro, Fuji Superia Xtra 400, Pakon 135 scanner.
I’m trying to reclaim my life in some ways – the hours I’ve worked have been awful, and since changed for a bit more humane schedule. So, to reclaim my life, it means I cannot let the whiney, lazy me take over and say, wah, not enough time! This morning, up at 6, coffee, pulled on my stinky clothes from yesterday, and went out, film cameras and phone in hand. What a delightful thing to do! No one around . . . the birds were singing their mating songs (especially lovely were the mockingbirds) and flitting about. Everywhere, the pungent scent of the chaparral’s resinous plants. The sun was still low in the sky. As I walked, I looked, and saw . . . a wild rose in bloom . . . quails running for cover . . . mourning doves within a few feet of me. A slice of heaven!
Up and around the backside of the local botanical garden – new growth everywhere!
A walk through an orchard in late November yielded these fruit.
Yesterday a trip to the local botanical garden yielded a treasure trove of autumn color.
The Glass Aerie 