If you take a few hours to wander along the south bank of the American River Canyon below Folsom Prison, you’ll find plenty of history — and a lot of rocks. There are remnants of the old canal that ran from the original Folsom dam to the powerhouse, and you can also find Indian grinding holes overlooking the river. It’s […]
You don’t have to look very far from where I live to find forgotten bits and pieces of the area’s local industry. There’s plenty of old rusted pipeline in abandoned orchards and building foundations with iron bolts sticking out. But it’s not always so easy to learn the stories behind these small fragments. Sometimes it seems to me that most […]
The theme for Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge this week is Things People Play With. Technology may change, but people have always found ways to have fun!
This particular spot along the American River isn’t all that easy to get to; you have to be willing to hike for a ways — up and down a few hills and through some thick dust and over piles of boulders. But it’s perfect if you prefer a quiet spot to fish, to explore, or just to sit and watch […]
I’ve never seen trees burned from the inside out before, and walking through the scene of the River Fire on Sacramento Bar, it seemed that almost every burned oak tree suffered the same fate. The cause of the fire is apparently still under investigation, and when I consulted Google for some explanations, I couldn’t find any satisfying answers. Many of […]
When I was in San Francisco last August, one destination firmly on my itinerary was Ocean Beach, the Cliff House, and the Great Highway. I was drawn there after reexamining my family slides from 1956 — which I shared back in Memory Monday weeks 8 and 9 — including images of my grandfather and my aunt walking along Ocean Beach […]
A few days ago, I went out to the American River in nearby Fair Oaks with the Big Guy; I wandered around with my camera while he was busy fishing. It wasn’t until I decided to join him on the river bank that I noticed the nearby bushes were absolutely covered in small dark blue beetles. They were so tightly […]
I had no idea that Golden Gate Park had a special place for fishermen to practice their fly-casting skills. What a cool idea, and what a beautiful spot to spend a grey San Francisco morning.