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.
Cormorants are kind of goofy-looking birds, pests or amusing depending on your viewpoint. Obviously, they like to hang out here on the bumper!
A riparian zone or area is the interface between land and a river or stream, per Wikipedia. In California, it is a woodland which is rich in biodiversity, with trees, shrubs, and ferns, along with an abundance of wildlife, such as birds, squirrel, and deer. The creeks they are near sometimes run dry in the summer. The woodlands are a cool retreat from hot summers, but can be burned to a crisp in a severe wildfire. For me, they are a bit of heaven – a space away from the subdivisions and roads of settled California.
How we wait for rain, watch the clouds, hope for a trickle to end the tireless cycle of drought.
Looking down the hill I just climbed up. Sometimes what you see daily surprises you by its beauty. Early morning is the most exciting time of day as everything is fresh and fine!
Here, Nikon FM2N, Lomo 100 film, Elicar 55mm f2.8 Macro; post in LR 6.5 and On1.
