Creek Running North

Vicki was asking me this weekend about depth of field.  I think this picture proves there is no substitute for brilliant sunshine and clear air for giving you great photos - you get a small apeture *and* a fast shutter.

Funny season, isn’t it, with that silvery five-o’clock shadow across the grass and the oaks looking all lively and the alternating days of sharp clear air and milky haze. Seriously bipolar, it is.

Lightning?? What you talking about??? Well, maybe in August when it gets particularly rambunctious up on those peaks, but the rest of the year it is fantabulous.  Back in the day, i skied the Tallac Cross a few times, and did much of my triathlon run training up in Desolation. 

We had a day much like that here too.  I happened to be out early, up on the highest buttes above the rivers, and the view was surprising for its clarity over the distances.  Snow capped peaks and an astonishing view down the river gorge.  Good day across this land indeed.  May there be more of them.

I grew up with a dog, a greyhound, who got up and went outside in response to a whispered ‘Briones’ in the last weeks of his life.

He had lived in Ohio for 13 years since his puppyhood in Hayward, but he never forgot those hills.