At Folsom Lake Crossing

Construction on Folsom Dam began in 1948, and the dam went into operation in 1956. Even now, additions and improvements are being made, like the new spillway, set for completion by the end of this year. Alongside the dam lies the Folsom Lake Crossing; this new bridge first opened in early 2009. It seems hard to believe now, but it […]

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American summer

Next Tuesday will be the Fourth of July — summer undeniably is upon us. Years ago, The Big Guy and I used to walk or bike down to the shore of Lake Natoma after dark every July 4th to watch the grand finale fireworks display above the Folsom Rodeo. For some reason, lately it’s become too much trouble to stay up […]

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Orangevale Avenue Bridge

This historic bridge is pretty close to my house.  It’s not exactly famous, nor is it part of a major thoroughfare. It was built over Gold Creek in 1915, with a length of 160 feet, and was apparently designed to last for roughly 50 years.  These photos, unless otherwise noted, were shot in January 2005, when the bridge was still […]

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Old and New

The theme for Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge this week is Old and New. You can have old and new objects in the same photo.  Or you can have at least one photo of a very old item and one photo of a very new item in your photo.  What I am looking for is great contrast.  Use your imagination if you want for this […]

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Memory Monday, Week 8

Back in 1956, the Harbor Queen was a familiar site on San Francisco Bay and a very hot tourist attraction.  The Red and White Fleet had its origins all the way back in 1892 — travelers and commuters relied on the ferry boats prior to construction of the Bay Bridge and the Golden Gate Bridge.  The company later expanded to […]

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Happy Trails

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Happy Place.” I often have a hard time dragging myself out of bed early in the morning, or pulling myself together enough to leave the house.  But man, is it worth it!  I can get lucky enough to watch the sun come up, walk through a neighborhood that’s not yet awake. And I get the dirt trails mostly to myself. There’s something so special about walking through a tunnel of old oak, pine, and redwood trees, or a maze of berry bushes and overgrown grapevines.  The cool morning air, the twittering of birds, the honking of geese passing overhead, the occasional sight of a deer or two. It’s almost impossible for me to resist an unexplored trail, one that curves around a bend and leads off to who-knows-where.  When I reach a fork in the road, my only question is, “Which one shall I explore first?” And if the path takes me over an old wooden bridge, that’s even better! Off I go… I’ll see you when I get back!

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