I like to think about the previous life of this Ball jar, where it was first bought, what it held, how it was stored before it came to live in the many kitchens of a serial sea glass collector/mobile home remodeler.
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I like to think about the previous life of this Ball jar, where it was first bought, what it held, how it was stored before it came to live in the many kitchens of a serial sea glass collector/mobile home remodeler.
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It could be the drought driving them down from the hills to drink from lakes and ponds and sprinklers (and to dine on well-fed cats and toy poodles) but it's also 28,000 acres worth of scorched habitat that has displaced who knows how many wild animals.
Not an easy life.
This one's from the archives, the beach at Paradise Cove.
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Somewhere nearby is the papa catfish, who's the one who dug the nest, lured the female, then fertilized her eggs. AND, after all that, hung around as the eggs hatched, fanning them with his fins and tail to keep the sediment away and the oxygen flowing.
Who knew?
Are now these guys.
What a difference a few weeks make.
Next, this crazy mushroom, as big as a dinner plate, that grew overnight.
And my favorite (well, until the nestlings show their little faces), a kayak at the lake, putting the scale of the slope behind it into perspective.
Hot for some today, breezy for others. Either way, we're lucky to live in California.
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It looks as though the guy just paid the psychic reader on the Santa Monica pier for a peek into his future, right? But if you happened to wander close enough, what you'd have heard was the psychic reader complaining about traffic on the 405.
If that's the topic, then we're all psychics.
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Look -- a butterfly.
Spectacular here yesterday, sea blue, sun gold, wind low and slow, easing through the grasses, part song, part sigh.
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Even worse when you look back at the glory days:
Le sigh.
Rummaging in the fridge for a bite to eat.
(Is this turning into the bird blog?)
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No matter how hard you squint, the thermometer here up at the barn reads 91 degrees. This is a little crazy, right?
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For a heavenly half hour, the Tiny Labrador reveled in the deep, thick lawn (her favorite thing) of this pretty South Bay park, blissfully ignorant of the fact that not only was she unwelcome, getting caught would have wiped out every last penny of her college fund.
Let's not tell her.
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