Ever since my visit to the historic Folsom powerhouse last September, I’ve been itching to go back — mostly because I wasn’t satisfied with some of the photos I came home with. Well, it took four months but I finally made it back for another try. Even though I was there on a weekend, I nearly had the place to […]
I made a couple of quick trips to the Folsom Powerhouse State Historic Park this past weekend, and I nearly walked right past these beautiful roses without noticing them. They’re growing just north of the main powerhouse, right outside the small building containing the machine shop and the superintendent’s office.
So much has been written about the tragic fate of the Donner Party; there’s no shortage of opinions about what led to this group of pioneers becoming trapped in the snow-packed California Sierras during the winter of 1846-47 and what they did or did not do in order to survive. But there’s nothing quite like visiting the site of these events […]
The theme for Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge this week is Letter W – Needs to start with W and have two vowels in the word. Let’s see how creative you can we can be on this challenge. Have fun with this week’s challenge. Two weathervanes:
In my post last Saturday titled House of Sand and Fog, I described how I lost a bunch of images I had shot on our Wednesday afternoon at the coast. Well, I wasn’t the only one dealing with serious disappointment that day. The Big Guy, fishing with a brand new heavy surf rod and coping with pain from a torn rotator […]
The trees along California’s north coast are beautiful… but you don’t normally find too many fish hiding in them. We were actually looking for access to the shore, which in this area means a rocky point where it’s relatively safe to stand, or maybe a small beach we might be able to climb down to without breaking our necks. There are […]
A collection of interesting rock formations around Salt Point State Park.
It takes a special kind of resiliance to thrive where the soil is rocky or sandy, the waves pound, the air is salty, and fog frequently obscures the sun.
February-March 1957 Two weeks ago I started the narrative of this road trip with a look at Washington D.C.; but the nation’s capital was actually my parents’ last stop before turning west toward home in California. So this week I’d like to go back to the point where my mom and my sister arrived in Chicago on the train and […]