With all of the parks and beaches closed down (but still filled with out-of-towners who outpace the LA County Sheriffs' enforcement efforts) we've been heading up into the more remote fire roads we know, the only places left to safely walk the dogs.
The post-rain green season is hitting its peak and the dogs are lucky enough not to notice all of the missing oaks and the ailing oaks and the strange new outline of the Santa Monica mountains, still unsettling nearly two-and-a-half years post-fire.
The last of the clouds moved through yesterday. Weather reports all point to warmer days on the way and right now, here at Casa de (not-so) LOUD! it's blue skies in all directions.
Honestly? The exclamation point seems inappropriate right now. But also, thank goodness for a world with dogs in it.
This was in Bluffs Park the other day. We've seen him before and I think he's staking out his territory for the spring mating season.
This was during the surprise storm last week, but 60 seconds of Solstice Creek in the rain is very soothing right about now.
The Point Dume headlands used to turn gold in February, the thousands of giant coreopsis plants a blaze of blooms. Then came a decade of drought-fueled attrition with fewer and fewer flowers each year. Despite decent rainfall last winter, it seems the damage is done. A sparse bloom this year, the living plants saving their energy, the dead ones an elegy to times past.
I went to the Point Dume headlands last week and the giant coreopsis bloom was so spotty, it really threw me. So I put away the camera and let the blog go dark for a few days because sometimes, between climate change and development and wildfire damage, you just need a moment to catch your breath.
I've got some shots of the giant coreopsis that I'll post tomorrow. Meanwhile, here's the view from Mulholland Highway yesterday, the remnants of a storm that passed us by.
A lot of sky drama but not too much rain. This winter's rainy season, which had such a promising start, has taken a sharp into alarming.