Spring geese
Canada geese and youngsters at a Mississippi Bar pond, June 2019.
Across the creek
These days it’s especially tough to find places within walking distance of my house where I can wander without constantly bumping into a parade of other folks. It wasn’t so long ago that the winter months were much quieter, and I could easily find peace and quiet if I just ventured away from the paved bike path. So it was […]
Fences and gates
My entry for Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge this week.
Rattlesnake Bridge
I’ve known about the remains of the Rattlesnake Bar Bridge at Folsom Lake for several years; this month I was finally able to go out and see it for myself. Before Folsom Dam was built in 1955, quite a number of small communities and isolated dwellings — not to mention mining concerns — dotted both sides of the American River. […]
Alien worlds
There’s a weird sort of beauty about Folsom Lake in the winter, when the water levels drop. It’s possible to walk around on the lake bottom in areas that would normally be invisible, under several feet of water, and some of the landscape is a bit otherworldly. I’ve been out to the Rattlesnake Bar area many times in the past, […]
Ghost of a river
Remember December
I rather like the photo feature on my phone that reminds me of pictures I took in previous years on the same date. Sometimes they are images I scarcely remember, and it takes me a few minutes to remember where I was and why I took them. Clearly, when you shoot a lot of photos only the really special ones […]
Mysteries of the abandoned
Hiking around in the areas near my house, I never can tell what sort of odd things I might find. Some of them are mysterious and raise all sorts of questions in my mind, others… well, not so much. You may recall a post from a couple of months ago when I wrote about finding a dry creek bed scattered […]
Hide and seek
I’m not sure how long this young Blacktail buck was standing there watching us approach. He was hiding in plain sight just off the dirt trail — but neither of us spotted him until he decided we were close enough, thanks very much, and turned to trot behind the bushes and out of sight.