Jack and Jill went elsewhere.
Tag: Samsung Galaxy S5
Early Morning
Another photo from the misty, moisty morning I climbed out of bed . . . . While the Galaxy S5 takes OK panos, I like the stitching-together process better. Here is a view of Mount Clef across the grasses of the small valley in Wildwood Park nearby my home. Today we expect 86F, and tomorrow 91F. I think I live in hell sometimes, even though it is very pretty! I am tired of this heat – ongoing heat – and dream of water falling from the sky.
Dawn
I finally managed to get my butt out of bed early enough to watch the sunrise and take a few pictures. Rather than taking a digital and film camera, I took just a film camera, and my phone. I’m always amazed at the quality of pictures one can get with the phone, especially if no magnification factor is involved.
In a Sea of Thorns
The prickly pear cactus is a beautiful plant. Paddles of green rise up from one another, and the flower buds appear on top. The buds are the “pears” and are very tasty! The paddles of the plant (which are really trunks and branches, with the thorns for leaves) are also quite edible. The paddles are cut off, quite carefully, and held over an open flame to remove the thorns. Once done, slice and stir-fry. Very good in scrambled eggs.
Personally, I like looking at them more than harvesting them!
A Slice of Heaven
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!
Ink, Yarn & Beer 