Another in a string of cool and cloudy mornings today, socked in by the same marine layer that rolled in last night and kept us from seeing a single shooting star (OK,
meteorite meteor, but isn't "shooting star" just so much more evocative?) during the Perseid shower.
So here's a shot of Jake and Maisie on a hot and sunny Sunday. We walked up a road that led to a trail that led to a hilltop, all dry grasses hissing in the breeze and blazing blue Pacific as far as the eye can see. We showed the dogs where to find some new places to run. They showed us where to find some old coyote poop.
* I'm told that a meteorite is the meteor that falls to earth. Shooting stars are meteors. Meteorites are the stuff of alarmist news reports, scifi novels and, in certain hands, conspiracy theory.