Journal and photos of our travels in the West.

Sunday, May 20, 2007

Ring Mountain Preserve

Indian pinks, wild fennel, California poppy; Mt. Tamalpais in the background.
Ring Mountain is a worthwhile hike in Corte Madera, East Marin County. Fantastic views of The Bay, SanFrancisco, and East Bay.

Thursday, May 10, 2007

We drove into the city last evening to meet our kids for dinner.

Walking along the Embarcadero, I hear a familiar sound, and grab Nancy's hand to head towards a small park. There we find a group of people, all very happy, feeding a flock of the feral parrots that live in the city, especially around Telegraph Hill. One of the guys hands me pieces of apple and some seed so that I can feed the parrots. Several of them soon land on my hand, shoulder, head. they are bright green, with scarlet markings on their heads.

One of the older birds lands on me. His red feathers have darkened a bit, and there are tinges of white around his crown. I notice that he has a band on his leg. A regular tells me that he is one of the originals. and that he doesn't land on just anyone. I think of it as one OG giving props to another.

Monday, May 07, 2007

Corte Madera

We are settling in to our new home. This neighborhood is reminiscent of our old neighborhood in edina. Most of the houses were built in the early 50's, probably by the same builder. And many of the neighbors have lived here since then, or at least, since the 70's.

Nancy's initial reaction to the house was dismay, which prompted me to bypass much of what I planned to photograph in S. Utah and get out here. Now, with our furniture and artwork, the house is much more appealing.

Here, Jack cleans out behind the dryer, in the process scoring an old pair of underwear.

This is the barn, which I have turned into a studio. Lissa opines that it will be a great place for the kids to bunk and party in at holdiay gatherings. I fear that someone will fall out of the loft.

Ben and Lissa helped us unpack, and brought much positive energy into the place, counteracting the evil vibe given off by this filthy furnace filter.

A view of Nancy's office, our bedroom, a guest room, and a few assorted views of the landscape.

A young buck, having just feasted on my new tomato plants, debates whether to fight or mate with nancy's aluminum colt.