Despite what the calendar says, with the Memorial Day weekend behind us summer is unofficially launched. Here in Malibu, law enforcement types celebrated by turning PCH and the canyons into one big -- and wildly successful -- speed trap. Visitors marked the turning point with the kind of
reckless carefree driving usually reserved for the roundabouts of Rome. And the weather cooperated with a bit textbook May. To wit -- gray on gray with accents of gray.
Yay! Unofficial summer!
But first -- whales! A biggish pod of them, at least four or five, swimming so close to shore -- see the baby? -- that even with the little point-and-shoot, with its time lag for focus and its time lag for the shutter click, I was able to get a shot.
And now, before the rain:
And right after.
If only there were a way to share with you the heady aroma of wet dog.
Welcome to one of the oddest iterations of the month of May that I can recall, where the annual morning gray turned out not to be just the low-lying marine layer but also an actual storm, with actual (and measurable -- it filled up the dog dishes on the deck) (how's that for scientific?) rain. AND rumblings of future rain the the forecast.
To celebrate, here's a shot of the post-rain Santa Monica mountain foothills in Malibu, a bit of the Backbone Trail that we walk each week. It was chilly and windy, everything rain-soaked and smelling so good.