I'd only ever seen the wild parrots of Solstice Canyon in the sky or in the treetops so when this one floated down to the creek, I watched for a good long time and was late to the (blurry, I know) shot. Before vanishing behind that rock, he drank and bathed and fluttered and played in the water. It was amazing.
At least in the morning, anyway. As we edge ever closer to the first heat waves of summer (I'm looking at you here, July. And please, let's not even think about August or September) the morning marine layers become ever more fleeting.
Here's Miss Daisy, seeing her very first deer. A small herd of them, actually, on one of our favorite trails. She couldn't believe it, froze, inhaled their scent, and thank goodness she was on a leash because with every fiber of her Labrador being (seriously, look at that face) she just wanted to run with her new friends.
Let's take a break from the early-morning start-of-summer marine layer situation and spend a moment in Paradise Cove, where the afternoon light not that long ago was kind of magical.
I wanted to shoot the solstice sunrise this morning but we're deep into June Gloom so instead, here's how it looked two years ago. Since it's Throwback Thursday, I don't feel (too) guilty about recycling the shot.
It's so pretty here today, the sky and sea so blue, with a fresh and briny breeze, it's practically a California cliche.
I shot the plate because I thought it said 'dog'. Now I think maybe it's just oog?
Ever the optimist, I choose dog.
People complain about the cloudy coast this time of year and I just have to shrug. I want a healthy marine layer, stubborn and robust. It's practically a character in Raymond Chandler novels, reaching from the beaches to downtown streets. But to my eye, it's been fading over the years, and in Southern California, less moisture is never good news.
So far June has had more sunny than cloudy days, and the marine layer that does form is pretty flimsy. Right now it's burning off, sun shining through, humidity dropping, temperatures headed up.
Shot in the side view mirror so neither participant of this daily love fest got self-conscious in front of the camera.
The ponds at Pepperdine are, sadly, not kind to duck families. I'm not sure who the predators are but successive flotillas of brand new ducklings get reduced to two or three hardy survivors, sometimes practically overnight.
Here are two of them, paddling close to mom and leaving teeny tiny wakes behind their teeny tiny duckling derrieres.
The morning marine layer kept faith with us all May, but June has been a different story. Just like last year, the mornings are bright and the afternoons are already warming. The summer colors are here, a few weeks early.
Though the trio of young hawks have left the nest, they haven't gone too far. At least not yet. I got a few seconds (it was hard to keep him in the frame) of one of them hunting near the nest, and one shot where it looks like a few wing feathers are either missing or askew.
Between the summer traffic and the most recent political antics, it's hard to argue with this one.
Twenty-two (!) years of living in Malibu and I'm still undone by the fact that this is our morning walk.