I couldn't believe what I was seeing, a gray whale breaching so close to shore you could have heard the splash. Between your faithful photog's reluctance to look away, and the shutter lag of the little point-and-shoot, the best record I have is a shot of a subsiding wake, and a glimpse of a large back. Oh, and in the distance, the blow from what looked like a whale calf.
We're at about 10 percent of expected rainfall for January and February this year.
Throwback Thursday: The view from the Point Dume headlands on February 16, 2009.
Here's handsome Walt, patiently waiting for his humans at the Paramount Ranch, one of his favorite places in the universe.
Walt turns 7 (!) at the end of the month and it's making his puppy pictures all the more poignant. Seriously, what's the deal with the short amount of time that we get to spend with our dear, sweet pets?
A few families of deer use the surprisingly busy wildlife trail above Casa de LOUD! and occasionally, they take a moment to check in on the humans below.
Well, maybe not a new hawk, but a new spot to be seeing hawks. Lots of field mice around though, so it makes sense.
We went to Bluffs Park and this handsome coyote tried to join our morning walk. (Spoiler alert -- we left.)
A friend of ours is a lifelong sailor and every time I hear about his most recent voyage, my wanderlust stirs.
Throwback Thursday: Sailboat anchored off Paradise Cove on Oct. 23, 2012.
All that was left of the rainstorm from yesterday was that little clamshell of a cloud. We are in drought territory again, and it's alarming.
This little guy has staked out his territory and in the spirit of hummingbird everywhere, defends it with ferocity.
A step back in time with Jake and puppy Maisie. This was their first day together, the start of an instant and lifelong bond. In fact, it was Maisie's endless grief after Jake's passing that brought us to Walt. I had heard about animals mourning but had never seen it first-hand. So in came a four-month-old border collie and at first, being annoyed with him gave Maisie a new lease on life. He adored her and her heart eventually softened, but Jake was always her true love.
Shot on Feb. 22, 2006 in our backyard in Paradise Cove
Day Two of low temps and high winds, gusty enough to keep the birds grounded and turn the Pacific a specific shade of blue.
Among the many losses of the fires in 2018 was the hawk's nest near Mulholland Highway. First the nest was gone, tinder in the face of those flames, then a week later the tree collapsed. Now we've found another nest in another part of the Santa Monica mountains, the same stern structure, and with a hawk nearby, maybe planning for the future.
It's been weeks and weeks since we've had a drop of rain, and not a hint of a storm in the forecast.
After years of self-imposed exile, Howdy's taqueria is back. (Soon.)