Raindrops this morning, just a touch on the trees but enough to move from dream to waking. So the storm's edging in, the first big rain in ten months. Can't wait.
Yesterday the sun rose:
The clouds were pretty nice:
Some neighbors paddled:
A dog waited:
A garage near Point Dume caught fire:
And you could see downtown LA.
All before 8 a.m.
(And yeah, that fuzzy spot on the bottom left of the lens? Dog nose.)
OK, maybe just here in Malibu, and maybe for just a half hour or so, but today it's wetter here than it was yesterday and in this epic drought, that's amazing.
Here's the beach this morning as the clouds cleared away.
For a few days last week a school of bait fish lured hundreds of birds to the Cove.
Cormorants dove, fish jumped, pelicans plummeted, the seagulls added a soundtrack.
Chilly at the coast, low clouds, slow light. Not a sunrise today, exactly, but instead a lightening, a brightening of the sky.
Yes, we have seasons in Los Angeles, and in fall, colors. (And yes, I say this pretty much every season, every year.)
Here's an autumnal moment or two:
Sometimes Walt and Maisie get more email than I do, and to complaints that they haven't been as active on the blog as some would like, they have this response:
They've been busy running:
And taking long walks in the mountains.
Honestly? It's exhausting.
A few days ago we were overtaken by a mega-flock of parrots, hundreds of them arriving in the garden in the late afternoon.
They were after something blooming in the conifers here--
And as they ate, they discussed and argued--
...in those parroty voices that sound like ripping sheet metal.
Until this hawk sailed by. Everyone went silent for a second, then flew away.