Just a few more weeks and the idled lifeguard towers will be back in place.
Throwback Thursday: Zuma Beach on Dec. 1, 2015.
It's moody grey and gloomy here at the coast so let's counter-program with the tiny butterfly that did a Disney dance in the sunlight and the flowers near the creek yesterday.
Because...well, just because.
Even from afar you can tell when it's a hawk, not just by its shape or its size or the way that it moves but by the tension in the space all around.
The wind last night, good god. It ripped through the canyon, tore at the house and laid waste to anything not battened down. This morning still blowing, everything etched in that crazy shattered light.
This is a few days ago so the moon is larger now, almost full. Meanwhile, today we'll have 12 hours and 13 minutes of daylight, which is two minutes and six seconds more than yesterday. Racing we are, racing toward summer.
It's the first (full) day of spring today but the calendar lags behind the landscape. Up in the mountains everything's been leafing or blooming or glowing green for weeks already.
Here's the corner of Mulholland Highway and Cornell Road, a spot where, a few summers back, I clocked temps at 108 degrees. Now, though, especially with the marine layer in play, it's cool and fresh and, in between packs of racing motorcycles, quiet and beautiful.
Time was the marine layer in Los Angeles would regularly drift from the coast into canyons and deep into town. These days, we're lucky if it shows up on the horizon. So let's celebrate another day with a foggy start, as cool and still and filled with secrets as you would imagine.
Yeah, I know, that's an instagram hash tag but it's fitting for a tardy post so here's the marine layer and the sky having the same fight they had yesterday (and, I suspect, will tomorrow) at the ridge line of the Santa Monica mountains.
Paradise Cove, back in the day. Which day exactly I don't know but small restaurant, no McMansions, tiny travel trailers and a much bigger beach.
Oh -- and no pier, so that makes it pre-1945. (I think.)
Throwback Thursday: Vintage Paradise Cove
There's a piece that ran recently about how trees form communities, how they help and support one another and -- who's surprised? -- it made perfect sense to me. So when I got this shot today of branches from three sycamores that meet and cross and hold each other up, and searched to link to the story, google gave up pages of hits, theories and studies and schools of thought about trees and networks and the power of nature and really, it made my day.
Watching dusk come on while posting photos of today's dawn.
Eerie, the contrails etched into the sun.
Happy Pie Pi Day!
(Sorry.)
...and National Nap Day:
...and National Learn About Butterflies Day:
Also on March 14 -- National Potato Chip Day and National Children's Crafts Day.
Whew.
The thing about daylight saving time is it puts another barrier between us and the natural world. As though we need one. We don't get to see the slow shift of light as the year moves through, sun up, sun down, the hours between, aphelion, solstice, perihelion, a cosmic equation. We lose so much.
Meanwhile, I was afraid there wouldn't be a way to show the incredible ocean colors today, and then this happened:
Maybe 30 minutes, that's how much it rained here yesterday. We used to get storms that lasted for days but now we're grateful for the tail end of something, anything at all.
This photo's only from last spring but other than a pair of owls at 3 am, the conservancy land behind the cottage has been very quiet.
So here's the coyote family that made its home here last year. I wonder about them, where they are, whether they survived, and if the parents might come back and raise another littler.
Throwback Thursday: Shot on June 21, 2015
If only we could get enough storms for an 'after-the-rain' tour.
Oh -- and the giant coreopsis are in bloom.
We didn't get the wild weather that has the Bay Area talking but we did get a strong and steady soaking last night.
Although this morning the sun was shining, the dog dishes out on the deck brimmed with water. Everywhere you looked, trees and shrubs and vines and flowers had that expansive post-rain glow.
At Bluffs Park we had the place to ourselves. Wind blew, clouds sailed and Walt waited -- and waited and waited -- for someone to puhleeeze throw just throw PLEASETHROWTHEBALL.
Don't worry -- someone did.
One of my favorite rabbit holes these days is the comments section of Daniel Swain's California Weather Blog. Anything you want to know about what's happening, what may happen, and what should be happening in the skies around us, it's under discussion there. Right now commenters all agree with Daniel, whose latest post says -- it's (F I N A L L Y) going to rain here in SoCal. Yay!
And because photos from this morning were basically fog, more fog, and oh yes, thick coastal fog, here's the tiny hummingbird we saw on our walk last night.
A trio of ducks politely waiting their turns at Malibu Kitchen.
Throwback Thursday: Shot on March 13, 2011.
Remember this, the lovely lone oak at the top of Kanan Road?
These days it looks like this:
Someday soon, when I have the heart for potentially not-good news, I'll stop by and ask the workers what's going on.
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