#cat I have a soft spot for calicos. I spent 19 years and 4 months under the ownership of one. They are most often chatty and bossy, as well as inquisitive and smart. They know what they want and what they don’t want. And they will tell you in no uncertain terms which is which. Nutmeg is no exception.
Topping my favorite photo list is this Amuse Bouche. Can’t improve on #nature with this one. Shot, cropped, logoed, posted. #Annashummingbird feeds on kangaroo paw at #VentanaBigSur #California #birding #luckyshotTopping my favorite photo list is this Amuse Bouche. Can’t improve on #nature with this one. Shot, cropped, logoed, posted. #Annashummingbird feeds on kangaroo paw at #VentanaBigSur #California #birding #luckyshot
Spring has come. During a break in the rain, I ventured out to take some photos. A beautiful Western bluebird pair flew among the tall trees and even paused for a moment to pose … and then ponder. #birding
Potential. A humble grape, with its meaty flesh sealed tight by a waxy skin, waits. This cluster, in mid-winter, missed the harvest. Missed the chance to be pressed and bottled into fine wine. Missed the chance to be sniffed and swirled and boasted over. Instead, the cluster remained clinging to the vine. Instead, it waited…
As of last weekend, only 400 monarchs were at the sanctuary. But those butterflies who remain pay no mind to their missing companions. They are enjoying these early days of spring. #pacificgrovemonarchs
If the long shadows across the water didn’t give away that the sun was preparing to set, the little otter making her bed for the night did. She took the term “kelp bed” very seriously as she twirled herself in the algae seaweed and drifted off to sleep. #otters
Despite the success of the other birds and beasts, over all this time, I had never seen him actually catch anything. Until now.
Valentine’s Day is coming. And our minds turn to all those romantic images of love: hearts, roses, cupid, maybe a dove or two. But I don’t see doves very often. And when I do, they are usually mixed within the huge flock of pigeons that are scrabbling for birdseed under someone’s feeder. Not very romantic….
They said that I would know when it was time. But they did not warn me of the agonizing pain that would come with it. #goodbye #petloss
An evening in the garden at the Monterey Museum of Art at the La Mirada mission birthed striking shots of these lovely beauties.
She watched us from her post –impatience on her brow, pollen on her chin. Our work in the garden bed was keeping her from the red blossoms of her sage. And there was still plenty of feasting to be done.
We were excited about this wine: a Louis Jadot Puligny-Montrachet 1984. It had sat quietly waiting in the darkness of the cellar where flecks of mold found their way along the label. But the contents remained clear. As we poured the wine into our glasses, we marveled at the intenseness of its color made ever more brilliant by the final rays of the setting sun.