Recently one of my occasional pastimes has been browsing eBay to see if I can spot any toys or games from my childhood. This game was a Christmas present one year, maybe around the early 1970s; I’m certain my parents had a great time laughing at me as I shook the gift-wrapped box and puzzled over the crazy rattling sounds […]
Last Friday I began my series on the California Missions with a few images of Mission Santa Barbara photographed by my mom in 1979. As part of this series, I’ll be featuring Huell Howser’s visits to the 21 missions. Unfortunately, since each episode is only 30 minutes long, there wasn’t enough time to present an in-depth look at each site […]
Spring hasn’t actually arrived in our neck of the woods yet, but on a day like we had yesterday, it seems very close. I hiked in the area around Horseshoe Bar on Folsom Lake, enjoying the blue sky and the cool wind that kept the noontime sun from feeling too overpowering.
This week, I have the last of my slides from the 1950s — family photos featuring relatives from my mom’s side of the family. The photo above shows my Uncle Howard (my mom’s big brother) and his wife, Betty, along with their eldest daughter Joyce. Betty passed away in 2006.
When I was in elementary school back in the early 1970s, our lessons on California history skimmed lightly over the story of the Spanish missions, unlike the more in-depth study available to later students. I did visit the gold discovery site at Coloma and Sutter’s Fort with my class, but a field trip to the nearest mission would have meant […]
Some of my favorite episodes of California’s Gold feature Huell hanging out with groups of people celebrating their hobbies — whether it’s railcars, monarch butterflies, or ships in a bottle. This week Huell has a great time learning about all the variations of motorcycle sidecars and meeting the people — and animals — who love riding in them. A visit […]
There are plenty of examples of negative space to be found on the dry lakebed at Folsom. My favorite ones, of course, relate to the remnants of the North Fork Ditch and the empty spaces it has left behind.
The sweetgum trees in my front yard provide lovely shade in the summertime and many layers of dead leaves in the fall; they also cover the yard and walkways with pointy, round seed balls — a perpetual hazard underfoot. But I now have a bit more respect for those ubiquitous pods, now that I’ve seen birds, like these Lesser Goldfinches, […]