The wind is whipping through Ventura and Los Angeles counties. Fear of fire is there. Today I have to drive about 30 miles into the east winds.
This morning I went out to check on my patio to see what has blown over, as well as to see the sunrise as there are clouds scudding along the windy river.
And then back indoors – the wind is a bit chilly at 6:30 a.m. But, since I had my camera in hand, I decided to look around and take some snaps of my basil and the little squash I grew this summer.
Kitchen herbs are always welcome! When I come back from my jaunt into the wind, I vowed to water the ones still outdoors – these winds dry everything up and I have lost more than one plant to my laziness and dislike of 40 mph winds .
In a rather E. Weston style, my little squash. I have eaten the others and have decided to see how well it will age. By this I mean I read how people would store pumpkins and squash through the winter months, so this is my experiment to see what it is like – will it be dry and tasteless, dry and tasty, or what? Hard squash is one of my favorite things to eat, but before eating my prey I plan to photograph it some more.
And now, on to breakfast and more coffee. I decided to get this up and out before the electric company shuts off the power in the hopes of preventing fires. These winds whip them up once started, and I sure hope we don’t get any. No rain for months makes us the perfect tinder box.
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With all the rain we’ve had here up north, they are still predicting a drought year. But, I’m sure there’s enough to share with So.Cal. I loved your images, especially the squash.
Love these photo and it will be interesting to see how that pumpkin holds up.
Beautiful photos. I sure hope you’re safe!! The fires are horrific.
Thanks, tagpipspearl , for the thoughts. We are safe, so are family, but the fires rage on and who knows if we will be homeless . . .
Thanks, Terry! Maybe I will roast it today and enjoy it . . .
Thanks, Anne! Drought is being burnt as I write . . .
Fire is horrific. We have a few families living in my community who lost their homes in the Camp fire. One of them took me and a few other photographers up there to see the ruins.