Into the Mystic…

We were born before the wind,

Also younger than the sun

Ere the bonnie boat was won

As we sailed into the mystic

~Van Morrison

Something about these shots say “mystic” to me. And that was before the alcohol…

Foggy morning at the beach blah, blah, blah. Still. I think it's pretty.

Gaviota, CA – Foggy morning at the beach blah, blah, blah. Regardless, I think it’s pretty.

Ah, June Gloom in Agoura Hills. I miss you.

Ah, June Gloom in Agoura Hills. I miss you.

Okay, it's Morro Bay and not Bodego Bay, but still, birds, man.

Birds. Birds, man. Okay, it’s Morro Bay and not Bodego Bay, but still, birds, man. And yeah, there is only two at this point, but who knows how many could end up gathering? All right it ended up with only the one. But still. On an entirely separate note, this is the cleanest alley I’ve ever seen.

Wow. How boring can one sky be? Not. Boring. At. All.

Wow. How boring can one sky be? Not. Boring. At. All.

Sunrises on Monday and Tuesday

As stressful as my job can be (working left-to-middle of nowhere, in rustic conditions, with about fifty men), the sunrises can’t be beat.

Monday

Monday

Still Monday

Still Monday

Yep, it's still Monday. I have to leave for work at in order that I arrive at least a half hour early for picture taking time, so I won't be late for work.

Yep, it’s still Monday. I have to leave for work very early and allow at least a half hour for picture taking time, so that I won’t be late for work.

Tuesday

Tuesday

Tuesday

Still Tuesday

Yep, it's just Tuesday

Tuesday was a good day for the sky

Tuesday. I sat here for a few minutes...just watching the sky.

Wow Tuesday. I sat here for a few minutes…just watching the sky.

No Green Thumb Here…

Nature simply is. She gives and keeps on giving. All She asks for in return is respect.

Somehow I got stuck in the wrong line when they were passing out green thumbs and I ended up with two brown ones. Brown is very nice color in quite a few instances (chocolate comes to mind), but decidedly not when it comes to plants and the like. Usually the opposite in fact, yes? Brown is generally the color of plants when they’re on their journey to the other side.

I’m in good company. My soul sister is also a confirmed brown thumb. Without any sort of devastating sense of failure, I am content with my brown thumb status simply because there are an abundance of wildflowers, parks, trails, and other people’s gardens that I can enjoy.

From the garden of one of my long suffering neighbors. They all now seem to understand that there is no way to get rid of the loony lady with the camera.

From the garden of one of my long suffering neighbors. Though they all (finally!) seem to understand that there is no way to get rid of the loony lady with the camera.

Wildflowers from the hills near our home.

Wildflowers from the hills near our home.

She looks like she's licking her chops to me. Do flowers even have chops? In my world, anything is possible.

She looks like she’s licking her chops to me. Do flowers even have chops? In my world, anything is possible.

Where can you get that shade of delicate pink? As far as I know, only nature can do it.

It's a bit of a green tangled, but nature does it with such grace.

It’s a bit of a green tangle, but they do it with such grace.

There she was in all her tiny gloriousness flourishing away in an empty lot I stumbled upon.

I spotted this fine lady growing in a small garden alongside a gas station. Pretty cool that someone took the time to plant her there.

Another find in a field. I had trouble getting them to sit still for me, but all the same, aren’t they sweet?

Faces

I see faces everywhere I go. Even when there aren’t any people. Is that bad? Oh yeah. That’s bad.

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Spotted Pinocchio here on the way home from one of my rambles.

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Froggy just chilling on a trail up in the Santa Monica Mountains.

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This happy, primitive looking fellow made his home in Hermitage Castle, Hawick. His smiley demeanor is certainly incongruous, considering the bloody history of Hermitage. Of course, maybe he’s just pleased that his gruesome past is behind him.

Hermitage, again. This one's expression is certainly much more what I would expect given that the prison (a glorified hole in the ground) lay just below him.

You can almost hear his groan. Hermitage, again. This one’s expression is actually what I would expect given that the old prison (an un-glorified hole in the ground) lay just below him. Ah, the stories he could tell, eh?

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Climbing up some rocks in Joshua Tree I found these three creatures for the price of one! Actually, it didn’t cost me anything. Unless you count the cost of the climb. Cost or no, it appears they are all getting along famously. I enjoy how the little one, alert and ready for action, is playing piggy-back on one of his larger pals.

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I quietly took this gentleman’s photo while he napped in Joshua Tree Park. I suppose he didn’t have anything interesting going on that day. Can’t say that I blame him. It was freezing weather, which kept the sensible tourists away.

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Another Joshua Tree tenant. He looks much more lively, doesn’t he?

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This guy seems to be out of breath. Perhaps he’d been running. Or maybe he’s hungry, his mouth open in hopes that I’d give him some food. Cretin that I am, I have no idea what passed-out, fallen over Joshua Trees eat.

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How is that I keep finding these hungry little fallen tree branches?? This one is made from drift wood and he lives in Malibu.

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Quieting the Mind

“Smile, breathe, and go slowly.” 

~Thich Nhat Hanh

Point Dume, Malibu

Point Dume, Malibu

Beach at Point Dume

Beach at Point Dume, Malibu

Faeries Dancing on the Pacific

Faeries Dancing on the Pacific

Some sort of conference was going on down there. I didn't want to get in the middle of it, though. I tip-toed away.

Some sort of conference was going on down there. I didn’t want to get in the middle of it and carefully tip-toed away.

The seaweed looked like a primitive image of the Goddess to me.

The seaweed looked like a primitive image of the Goddess to me.

See what I mean? (Paleolithic, Woman of Willendorf, dated 200,000 -21,000 BCE)

See what I mean?
I found this image on ProProfs Flashcards (Paleolithic, Woman of Willendorf, dated 200,000 -21,000 BCE).

Horizon View

Sitting on the beach after our hike this fellow came by looking for treats. He posed and everything. Sadly, all I had was bottled water.

Sitting on the beach after my hike this fellow came by looking for treats.  Sadly, all I had was bottled water. Next time I’ll come better prepared.

A well-deserved sunset.

A well-deserved sunset.

Wordless Wednesday…

Dead to the World

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Spring Once Again vs Horticulture

“In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.”

~Margaret Atwood, “Bluebeard’s Egg”

If I weren’t a confirmed and *certified Brown Thumb, I might agree with the above quote. I don’t mind the smell of dirt (earth that is); however, it’s the planting of the seeds and then the maintaining of the little sproutlings that trips me up. I’m just no good at it. Since I have other skills (I make a mean lasagna), I do not let it get me down.

When it comes to flowers my preference are of the wild variety. Yeah, just let them sprout wherever they darn well please and grow at their own particular pace. Where do those wildflowers come from? I thought about it. And yes, I do realize there are science thingies called biology and horticulture. “Horticulture,” sounds a little snooty, doesn’t it? But that isn’t why it doesn’t interest me. No offense to any of you horticulturists out there (reading my blog?? Hah!), it just doesn’t interest me.  You may not have noticed, but I am much more fantasy, rather than science, orientated. So, I came up with my own version of what happens at spring.

You can find my tale on the Halloween Artist Bazaar site. Click on this link and it will take you straight to the short story “Spring Once Again.” Enjoy!

*Or was that certifiable? Ah well. Doesn’t really matter, does it?

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