Hello, March. Wet and gray look good on you.
Here's the Cove this morning as the storm moved through:
The creek channel is even deeper today:
Stormy to the north:
Here's the Point Dume headlands yesterday, deserted.
Except for pelicans:
And a scatter of sea birds, looking at first like random dots:
But of course it's a flock--
...working together against the wind.
More rain, please.
was is a deluge, steady, non-stop rain. Last night. Right now. During a lull this morning (sprinkles instead of sheets) we headed up into the hills.
The creek, which has been dry for going on two years, is running.
And the lake is visibly fuller. Listen a minute and I swear you'll hear the landscape here, the oaks and sycamores and sere chaparral, drinking it in. That's not wind, it's a sigh.
We dodged a few rock slides and slogged through some mud this morning so you could see the bright and blue and beautiful Cove before the next batch of rain rolls in.
First, the runoff channel where the creek meets the beach. (So frustrating that in this dry land we let the bulk of all rainfall flow into the ocean.)
But let's look up and to the east at clouds dissolving over the Santa Monica Bay.
One of my favorite views anywhere:
Look! Walter, the beach dog!
We've been talking drought for months now, yet it's still a shock to realize we're watching the first real storm of the season edge in and it's already almost March.
A neighbor, a skeptic in all things, has his doubts. But on the beach this morning the layers of cloud and the layers of blue and the still, still air all promise rain on the way.