Friday Snaps

 

Lichen & Red-Shouldered Hawk

I'd hoped to be an early bird at the tidepools this week, but the wind has been too strong. Next week looks good too (and not so early), so my fingers are crossed for the wind to blow itself out over the weekend. In the meantime, I took my itchy shutter-finger out for my usual walk and bike ride today and came back with a few snapshots that might or might not be worth sharing....

I don't usually bring the FZ80 along on my walks, but I hoped I might spot some cedar waxwings since I've been hearing them high in the trees every day.

As I headed into the Oak Woodland at Golden Gate Park I got stuck behind a school group and thought they would scare away all the birds. But they kept moving, so I stopped, and soon a flock of cedar waxwings showed up.

The waxies flitted through the eucalyptus trees pretty quickly and moved from open shade to deep shade, making it impossible for me to get any better shots than these.

Lots of flannel bush (Fremontodendron californucum) in bloom throughout the park.

The red-shouldered hawk couldn't have picked a better perch. The gauzy lichen reminds me of the sails on a ghost pirate ship.

Fluffle Ruffle

Phone snap of an oak on a quiet path next to noisy Lincoln Way.

It's been windy all week, but today might win out for the windiest. I wasn't sure how I was going to photograph the wind until I saw this guy kite-boarding at Ocean Beach.

This looked like a group of potential kite-boarders, but only one guy was in the water. That's the Marin Headlands and Mt. Tam in the background.

Along the Esplanade

I hadn't seen the black-crowned night heron all week, but today I caught him snoozing in the branches with a turtle pal nearby.

Metson Lake with fallen tree where herons and turtles hang out.

Metson Lake Robin

One of the nesting great blue herons at Blue Heron Lake (formerly Stow Lake). The heron was slightly wobbly standing on its nest in the strong wind. It appeared a bit antsy, too, and sure enough...

...it soon flew away, toward the boat dock. (It didn't fly away on my account; I was far away, with the FZ80 extended to its maximum 1200mm.)

This is a phone snap from earlier in the week, when I was struck by a bumblebee forcing its way into California poppy flowers that were refusing to open up to the foggy day.

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Earth Day

 

California Gold Field

This afternoon I heard President Biden on a radio news program use the phrase, "Come hell or high water." Also in the news recently: extreme heat and flooded cities. It appears that hell and high water are here already.

Like me, a lot of people (for a Monday) headed up to Mt. Tamalpais to celebrate Earth Day with a beautiful spring hike. I arrived at opening time, 7 a.m., and hardly saw another soul for more than an hour. The only exception was a bicyclist who stopped to snap a photo of the ocean and rolling green hills of Bolinas Ridge. 

I hiked up the Lagunitas-Rock Spring Road to a serpentine outcrop to look for sickle-leaved onions and was pleasantly delayed by the temptation of Douglas iris flowers. I was early for the onions, which were putting up enclosed buds for the most part, so I observed all the insects necataring among the manzaitas for a while, then headed back to the serpentine outcrop near Rock Spring which I recently visited on a bike ride. 

While trying to protect my bare knees from sharp pebbles, I was hunkered down over a sprig of phacelia when a curiously high number of cars drove by. Later on I drove out to the redwoods near the intersection of West Ridgecrest and Fairfax-Bolinas Road to look for Clintonia andrewsiana. All the parking spots were taken: I'd found the destination of that train of cars.

Morning sun on the hills, with a hazy layer of fog over the Pacific.

Iris flower with still-sleeping insect.

A lighter-colored batch.

One of the very few sickle-leaved onions I found blooming in the serpentine.

Nectar of the gods... and the drone flies...

...and the bumblebees...

...and crazy-looking flies.

Damsel at Rest

Phacelia divaricata

Cream Cups (Platystemon californicus)

This was a different patch of goldfields.

Focus-stacked version to capture the foreground goldfield flowers.

Like the sickle-leaved onions, it was a little early for the Clintonia at my go-to spot under some redwoods on Bolinas Ridge, but a few of the rosy flowers had opened up atop their tall, slender stems.

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Bay Trail Ride

 

Low tide at the tip of the Heron's Head "beak".

I wish there was a more bike-friendly route to reach the starting point at Heron's Head Park, but the route I tried today wasn't too bad. Drop down to Golden Gate Park and onto the Panhandle; follow The Wiggle to Duboce Park and cross Duboce Ave. to Sanchez; hang a left off Sanchez to begin the long stretch down 17th Street past the Hwy. 101 underpass; zig-zag with Mississippi, Mariposa, Indiana, and 23rd to Illinois which takes you to Cargo Way, at the end of which sits the park. 

I missed one of my turns, but it doesn't really matter. You can always sort it out and even cut through streets that are dead ends for cars. On one such shortcut this morning I passed an official looking sign that read, "Hells Angels Parking Only." In an "autumn ramble" story by Carl Nolte in the San Francisco Chronicle, he wrote, "Moving from Minnesota Street to Tennessee is another surprise. Tennessee dead-ends into a blocked-off area called Angel Alley, where the San Francisco Hells Angels have their clubhouse."

Heron's Head was pretty quiet, with just a few birds probing the mudflats, a small school group scouting along the shoreline, a couple of fishermen having no luck, and a handful of folks just out for a walk on this beautiful day. From Heron's Head I rode along the bay front to Fort Point, then headed home via the Presidio, the Richmond District, and Golden Gate Park.

The water near shore was clear and inviting, with rock weed (or bladderwrack, if you prefer) swaying with the rhythm of pulsing water.

The Canada geese were probably the most vocal birds, with the possible exception of a very melodious red-winged blackbird. I was interested to see this one hanging out on the edge of the Pier 96 roof. (Pier 96 is the gray building beyond the fisherman in the picture at the top of this post.)

A few spring wildflowers attracted insects to make the park a little more lively.

I'm pretty sure the whimbrel has caught a small clam that it pulled from the mud after struggling with it for a minute or so.

Some of the stoutness of its beak might be due to caked-on mud.

I'm guessing this cute little guy foraging in the algae is a rock sandpiper.

This is another whimbrel hanging out on the side of the heron's head opposite the mudflats. A school group was headed its way, so I kept my camera on it to wait for...

...the inevitable escape.

Goat Junction, near the Bay Natives Nursery.

Field bordered with imprisoned flowers in redevelopment area around 20th Street.

Superbloom at 20th Street.

More superbloom....

This is just down the street from the posh RH San Francisco.

Red, White & Blue

After the red-white-and-blue, we have the green building, a Mission Rock apartment complex literally named The Verde (rhymes with merde?), with a foreground of blooming redbud trees. This building, along with the adjacent park alongside McCovey Cove, wasn't built yet the last time I biked through here. The white structure next door houses (or soon will) Visa's global headquarters. 

Palm tree vs. the urban jungle.

Mustard and radish along the bay, with the Marin Headlands and Mt. Tamalpais in the distance.

Wild radish superbloom above Fort Mason.

This striped shore crab ensconsed in a bed of mussels and splashing surf at Fort Point was the only crustacean I saw all day.

I hoped the paddle-boarder would catch a wave closer to shore so he'd line up under the bridge better, but low tide probably made it too hazardous.

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