Turning seasons
April 2023 in Rocklin, California
Remember springtime
You may have noticed I’ve been taking a break lately from Memory Monday; I haven’t been feeling too much inspiration from the material I have on hand. Maybe I’ll come back to it later on or something new will come up. In the meantime, I’ve still got loads of more recent memories that I enjoy looking back on. At the […]
Bird bath
I was exploring at Sailor Bar one morning last May, following a trail around to the more overgrown portion of the Turtle Pond, when I heard loud splashing sounds from up ahead. Creeping forward, I managed to catch this California Towhee in the middle of a bath. These little brown birds may be terrifically plain in color, but they are […]
Springtime at the river
Sailor Bar County Park on the American River, May 2023
Fair Oaks wildflowers
Late May blooming wildflowers seen at Phoenix Park and Sailor Bar County Park in Fair Oaks.
Bee wise
This week, June 19th through 25th, is National Pollinator Week in the U.S., so I’m celebrating by sharing some of my most recent images of insects making themselves right at home in some wildflower blooms. While bees and butterflies are the most easily recognized pollinators, many beetles also play an important role in pollination. I shot most of these photos […]
Wild waters
At this fairly isolated spot just across the river from the fish hatchery, a small island blocks the view of the main stream of the American River. Still, I thought the current looked pretty boisterous when I visited Sailor Bar two weeks ago — but on today’s visit I found the rocky shore where I stood that day is now […]
A dramatic entrance
This morning I was lucky enough to see the arrival of a Great Blue heron at the Turtle Pond on Sailor Bar. Although I enjoyed his graceful entrance, it seemed to cause some irritation to one of the local Red-winged blackbirds — who fussed for a moment, just to make a point, before sulkily departing.
Sentry duty, Phoenix Park
When I was pretty young, I had two gray plastic animal figures that my sister and I called “Beat-up Eye” and “Beat-up Nose” because those parts had clearly been chewed on by, ahem, someone in the past. I never did figure out what type of animal they were supposed to be; and I can only guess what type of experience […]