Monday, May 20, 2024

Beach Egrets

 

Snowy Egret at Ocean Beach

After nursing my swollen, tick-bitten leg all weekend I was eager to get back to my regular walk this morning. A few years ago I had a similar, though less-painful, reaction to a tick bite on the very first day of a four-day backpacking trip on the Lost Coast. I figured if I could backpack then, I could walk today, and thankfully today's walk went painlessly despite continued swelling.

Incidentally, when I went to the pharmacy to pick up my doxycycline prescription I joked that our cat is on the same antibiotic. (Unfortunately, Coco, who's around 18 years old, has to go back to the vet today to see if we can get her eating again, since she's refusing to eat even her favorite foods.)

Anyway, I was glad I brought the FZ80 along on my walk because there were three snowy egrets hunting for mole crabs along the shoreline. I don't think I've ever seen snowies feeding at Ocean Beach before. People let their dogs chase them before I could get down there, but two of the three stayed in the area long enough for me to fire off a few frames. A couple of Bonaparte's gulls also swooped in at one point -- another bird I don't believe I've seen very often around here.


The egret nabbed a mole crab...


...then realized it was just a meatless shell and dropped it.


It's the kind of thing that can ruffle one's feathers.


Named for Napoleon's cousin Charles, these are the only gulls that nest in trees.


They look a little bit like a tern as they glide through the air, but luckily they pounced feet-first in the shallow water.


I later took a bike ride down to the Cliff House to check things out. A few whimbrels were feeding down by Sutro Baths, and the Seal Rocks had a fair number of pelicans on them. 

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Friday, May 17, 2024

Foggy Salt Point

 

The Wild Coast of Salt Point State Park

I was half-way home before I realized the itchy sensation on my left leg was due to a tick trying to burrow under my skin. Luckily I was able to pull over right away and toss the little critter out the window. (The wound later became quite painfully infected and required medical treatment.) That might have been the first time I ever got a tick at Salt Point. I'd noticed deer tracks as I meandered along the trail, and there were a couple of times where tall grasses laden with dew arched over the trail. Perfect tick habitat.

I was glad to find that the National Weather Service forecast was correct about the calm wind conditions, but disappointed that it was not even close to being "mostly sunny." As I drove up in the darkness of the wee hours, my windshield wipers were on intermittently the whole way.

The sunrise arrived at around 6 a.m., just a dimmer switch being turned up a little bit. I parked at Stump Beach and hiked down through the moody forest, accompanied by the patter of fog-drip and the cheerful, if slightly manic, chatter of a Pacific wren. A couple of small pinnipeds bobbed in the shallows just offshore, stealing glances at the biped exploring the beach. I was glad I'd brought a fleece jacket to keep me warm in the misty conditions.

I only stayed about three hours before making a quick check of Kruse Rhododendron Preserve (which, while beautiful, was not particularly photogenic), then headed home while enjoying the winding drive back down along the misty Sonoma Coast.


Stone Becoming Sand at Stump Beach


I liked the many pebbles on the beach that were veined with white lines of various complexity.


The foreground of paintbrush and bracken leads back toward a small creek drainage that empties onto Stump Beach, where gulls and a pair of black oystercatchers took advantage of the fresh water to drink and bathe.


There was a nice mix of wildflowers on parts of the bluffs above the beach. The California poppies remained closed during my three-hour visit, awaiting brighter conditions.


There were some nice patches of paintbrush, including some that were among lupine leaves. Once the lupines bloom, it will be even more gorgeous out there.


A pair of Canada geese were about the only critters larger than sparrows that were moving around among the wildflowers on the marine terrace.


Dew-laden lupine leaves promised purple-and-white flowers to come.


Tigher crop of lupine leaves from previous image (click any image to view larger).


Pink sea thrift and goldfields were the dominant wildflowers this time. I was there in early June last year, when the sea thrift was past its prime but the lupines and seaside daisies were blooming in abundance.


Sea Thrift (Armeria maritima)


Johnny Tuck (Triphysaria eriantha)


Closer crop of the previous image.


Goldfields and johnny tuck make a nice color combo.


Color on the bluffs.


Wildflowers on the edge.


Although the sea was calm due to the very light wind, a good-sized swell hurled itself against the coast.


This is the stairway connecting the parking lot and Stump Beach.


Pussy Ears (Calochortus tolmiei)


Tighter crop of the previous image.


Earth Brodiaea (Brodiaea terrestris)


The foggy, mossy trail in Kruse Rhododendron Preserve.


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Thursday, May 16, 2024

That 70s Guy

 

BB King, Norfolk, Virginia, ca. 1978

I waxed nostalgic last night after watching a couple of short documentaries on the photographer, Harry Callahan, whose initial interest in nature photography expanded over the years as he explored other subjects. So I thought I'd share some of my own humble beginnings in photography when I was in the navy back in the 1970s, and later in the '80s when I was a reporter and photographer at a couple of small-town daily papers, the Davis Enterprise and Sonora Union-Democrat.


Chicago Street Musician in the Winter


My friend Jo-Jo at Frank-N-Furter, Norfolk, Virginia


I came across this group of young soldiers as I was wandering around Haifa, Israel, while on liberty from my ship, the USS Dwight D. Eisenhower, which had only recently been commissioned, and which is currently operating in the Red Sea. 


Blacksmith, Naples, Italy


Bicycle with revolutionary graffiti in Naples, Italy.


A couple happy guys after a special Halloween meal at the Santa Barbara Rescue Mission on Stearns Wharf.


Truckers


Wood Cutter


Guy in asbestos abatement suit.


Working in the Cold and Wet


Underwater Adventure


Jump Shot


Sports Choreography


Snowboarder Travis Yamada at Dodge Ridge, Sonora, California


Recumbent Bicyclist


Expressions of Magic


This young man could turn on the brightest smile at the drop of a hat. This was at a Fiddle and Bango Contest. And no, "Bango" is not misspelled.


Mandolin Merriment


I got the shot when he did this, and when I asked him if it was okay to print it in the paper, he insisted on it.


That '70s guy with his dad in Chicago, ca. 1976.

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