Afternoon at Beek’s Bight

In the midst of an abnormally dry January and February, the water level at Folsom Lake is currently lower than at this point in the past two years. Still, recreational users are accustomed to seeing the exposed rocks and muddy lake bed every winter; and on this sunny afternoon in mid February there were plenty of hikers, cyclists, and people […]

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Along Main

Despite its name, Main Avenue is not the main street of Orangevale. It was actually named after a water line (as was another local street, Central). Main is roughly three miles long, a busy two-lane road with a high school and two elementary schools nearby; but these days Main is more of a back road than a major thoroughfare. I […]

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Suburban spice

Living in the suburbs often seems a bit dull, especially compared to life in a large city. Endless rows of well-tended lawns and gaping garage doors don’t seem to offer much to point my camera at. But if I keep my eyes open and look very carefully, here and there I might spot something that adds a bit of spice […]

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Mariachi

There’s always plenty of music playing on the weekends at Denio’s Farmers Market — but it’s not too often I find a live Mariachi band. I would have liked to get a shot of the entire lineup, but with people walking in front of me and the sunlight coming from the wrong direction, I had to make do. I still […]

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Private gallery

Not far from my neighborhood, in a small pedestrian alleyway, there is a wonderful bunch of paintings decorating the wooden fences. The paintings, created by an artistic homeowner for neighbors in the immediate area, memorialize their beloved pets — dogs of all sizes, cats, birds, horses, and even an opossum. The number of pets included keeps growing every year. I’d […]

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Sunday carnival

The clouds and the wind kept the rides mostly empty at Denio’s this afternoon. I thought briefly about taking a spin on the Ferris wheel but decided that the opportunity to shoot from so high up wasn’t worth rocking and swaying in the cold, gusty north wind.

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