The Plum tree in the back yard has been steadily ripening for the last two weeks, yielding enough fruit to, so far, make two batches of sauce and three small jars of preserves. Today’s harvest will be the last for the season.
I referred to The California Native Plant Society’s Website to help me identify the type of candy we’ve been growing and discovered that Sierra plums are supposedly a good source of vitamins C and A and fiber. It is likely that Sierra plums were a part of the diets of Native American tribes in Northern California’s Sierra Nevada Mountains.
And so with my newly gained knowledge about this season’s candy harvest, the mess and tedium of prepping today’s harvest for the next batch of tastiness will be met with aplomb.
While you were away, I went hiking in the Sierra Nevada’s and filled my lungs full of pure and fine air . I let my feet fall wherever my intuition led me, and took great care to tread lightly on the ancient sacred trails.
Snapping photographs with my mobile device from the passenger seat of a car usually requires a bit of editing before I publish it to my creative diary. This endearing image was taken during a recent visit to Valley Springs, California.
I had the good fortune of receiving an unexpected invitation to go on a Monterey Bay whale watch last week which I graciously accepted. Seeing a whale in its natural environment was number five on my list of 101 things to do before I die, so I was ecstatic that the universe conspired to turn my wish into a reality.
Before boarding the Sea Wolf II for our 10:00 a.m. trip with the Monterey Bay Whale Watch, we walked around the Old Fisherman’s Wharf and soaked in the January morning’s bright sunlight. An emboldened seagull posed for pictures, but refused my request for an autograph. Very disappointing considering that Birdman won accolades at this year’s Screen Actors Guild awards.
A Seagull stands his ground on the Old Fisherman’s Wharf in Monterey, California.
This photograph, courtesy of the Incident Information System Website, provides a glimpse of the senseless devastation caused by the September 13th King Fire in El Dorado County, California.
97, 717 acres of forest and wildlife habitat have been destroyed or permanently altered beyond repair.
A passing shot from the International Space Station taken on the fire’s second day gives perspective on the scope of the destruction.
A few good days of reasonable precipitation would do these woods good.
We first noticed the hell fire cloud on Sunday, September 14th during our final round of the Gold Pan Open Disc Golf Tournament at Pioneer Park in Somerset, located approximately 15 miles to the south of Pollock Pines, California. The Sierra Nevada foothills are a tinder box of heavy timber and steep terrain, something that the jack-ass arsonist who deliberately set this fire knew would make containment nearly impossible. The latest update indicates that the 73, 184 acre fire is 10% contained.
As we made the 57 mile drive home to Sacramento County, I kept looking back at the huge plume of smoke, silently praying for a miracle deluge of rain that still, has not arrived.
Twenty minutes and 30 miles later, the hell fire cloud ominously looms over the landscape that inspires much of my original works on paper,
and I take one last passing shot of this day’s fiery grief.
Early evening light over vineyards, orchards, and open range in Butte County California continue to visually inspire me and inform my original art card series. This moment of artistic spark came during yesterday’s ride home from Paradise, California to Sacramento. I enjoy the challenge of trying to capture these passing shots of inspirational landscapes with my mobile device while moving through space at speeds ranging from 50 to 80 miles per hour.