the new neighbor


Competition for the blackberries.


Though he probably gets to the ones I can’t reach.


He’s such a lovely little guy. We’ll call him Spike. Pity the camera wasn’t handy the one time we spotted the bobcat.

A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty. 
Albert Einstein

The teardrop monument

To remember the initial outpouring of sympathy around the world.

seeds of change

artichoke_seed-9139It’s that time of year when the artichoke goes to seed…

If the day and the night are such that you greet them with joy, and life emits a fragrance like flowers and sweet-scented herbs, is more elastic, more starry, more immortal- that is your success. All nature is your congratulation, and you have cause momentarily to bless yourself. The greatest gains and values are farthest from being appreciated. We easily come to doubt if they exist. We soon forget them. They are the highest reality. Perhaps the facts most astounding and most real are never communicated by man to man. The true harvest of my daily life is somewhat as intangible and indescribable as the tints of morning or evening. It is a little star-dust caught, a segment of the rainbow which I have clutched. 
Henry David Thoreau, Walden

murder in the wand flower

Not for the faint of heart…

spider-9124At first I couldn’t make out what was going on here, but on closer inspection it turned out that the white spider (Misumena vatia or Goldenrod Crab Spider) had captured a honey bee nearly twice its size. This predatory spider sits patiently in some flower poised to attack any insect unfortunate enough to venture near. As if the bees didn’t have enough problems with herbicides already.

Solitude is a human presumption. Every quiet step is thunder to beetle life underfoot, a tug of impalpable thread on the web pulling mate to mate and predator to prey, a beginning or an end. Every choice is a world made new for the chosen.
Barbara Kingsolver, Prodigal Summer


a sense of scale

Cape Blanco is reported to be the westernmost point in the state. Wikipedia

Blanco-8858It’s a pretty impressive spot. I was lucky to catch some visitors in my shots this day to give a sense of scale to this impressive headland. Those points off in the distance might look like they’re sticking farther out, but that’s just a matter of the angle of view.


Looking down at this sea stack rock formation with the cooperative folks on the beach gave me another opportunity to provide an idea of just how huge these rocks can be.

You may not feel outstandingly robust, but if you are an average-sized adult you will contain within your modest frame no less than 7 X 10^18 joules of potential energy—enough to explode with the force of thirty very large hydrogen bombs, assuming you knew how to liberate it and really wished to make a point.
Bill Bryson, A Short History of Nearly Everything

still here

Oh my! Can it really be August already? The summer has flown by with work on the new/old house picking up and then there was that evil gremlin who took over my computer for awhile. I’m quite happy to be rid of him


Heceta Lighthouse a bit north of my usual travels.

Then they gave me a camera, a mechanical eye to replace the mind’s eye, and after than, much of what I remember is what the camera managed to snatch out of time. No longer a memorist but a voyeur. I remember photographs.

Salmon Rushdie- The Ground Beneath Her Feet.

the eaglets have fledged

aerie-8757We stopped by the aerie, as has been our habit lately, to check on the eaglets. I wish the nest had been built in a better location. Without their eventual white heads, it’s hard to spot the youngsters up in the nest- even with the 300 mm lens. They tend to blend into the messy nest and branches around them. A good thing perhaps to keep them safe, not so great for photo ops. This first shot was taken around 6 pm as we headed into town.aerie-8759An hour later, we stopped again and found the adult in the nest and the two young ones on adjacent branches. Proof positive that they have fledged (taken flight) and that our pair successfully raised two.aerie-8765A closer look at the adult apparently having dinner.aerie-8770

I’m guessing this is the dominant one. I can tell by that ‘stink eye’ as seen during the earlier feeding sequence.aerie-8771

The other one also working on some stink eye. It took awhile to figure out what that white patch was. It looks like the wind was blowing the feathers around on the side of his/her head, revealing the white fluff underneath.

You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment. Fools stand on their island of opportunities and look toward another land. There is no other land; there is no other life but this. 
Henry David Thoreau

changing coastline

This sort of change along the ocean’s edge never ceases to amaze and thrill me.


I seem to be driving along this road quite often these days, but it’s never dull or boring. It’s never the same from day to day.


I have no idea why, but there are times when the water takes on such different colors. It’s breathtaking.

There’s something amazing about this life. The very same worldly attribute that causes us pain is also what gives us relief: Nothing here lasts. What does that mean? It means that the breathtakingly beautiful rose in my vase will wither tomorrow. It means that my youth will neglect me. But it also means that the sadness I feel today will change tomorrow. My pain will die. My laughter won’t last forever but neither will my tears. We say this life isn’t perfect. And it isn’t. It isn’t perfectly good. But, it also isn’t perfectly bad, either. 
Yasmin Mogahed

Pistol River

Another new beach to explore on the South Coast.


Over the undisturbed dunes, except for the ripples left by the wind. This spot especially in summer is incredibly windy.


A closer look at the ripples left by the wind.


Sissy running free, enjoying her chance to stretch her legs.

PistolRiver-8678It’s a pretty interesting beach. We’re hoping to walk out to the big rocks some day when the wind isn’t so wild.

PistolRiver-8677We found a spot that was a bit protected and stretched out enjoying the sound of the surf.


The surf was pretty wild.


And then… my footsteps as I tumbled back down the dunes. Seemingly never walking or stumbling in a straight line.😉

The waves broke and spread their waters swiftly over the shore. One after another they massed themselves and fell; the spray tossed itself back with the energy of their fall. The waves were steeped deep-blue save for a pattern of diamond-pointed light on their backs which rippled as the backs of great horses ripple with muscles as they move. The waves fell; withdrew and fell again, like the thud of a great beast stamping. 
Virginia Woolf, The Waves

aerie update

I truly lucked out and happened to check on the eagles’ nest during a feeding moment. There’s a sequence that I captured that I’ve decided to put in a gallery (or slideshow? click on the first image to get the sequence). What it highlights is that the dominant eaglet -to the right of the adult, the first one to start flapping its wings, gets fed first with no obvious interference from the less pushy one. Then… it’s interesting that the dominant one looks on intently, even looking like he’s giving the adult and the sibling the ‘stink eye’ while the other is fed.

This is one time when I’m posting way more shots than I normally do because it was impossible to trim the number down any more than I have:

What an exciting event to catch! I was beyond thrilled. It’s a wonder I kept the camera steady enough for these shots!


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