Tuesday, May 3, 2016

Home Again, Home Again

It's always good to house/critter sit and it's always good to come home again. I think it keeps living on a small island more interesting, walking different walks, playing in different kitchens and having borrowed pets welcome me back time after time. 

Here's some of the way the world looked for a few days last week.

Most of the time I was there the weather was pretty grey, spattering rain on and off continually. At one point. it came down like a monsoon, blasting the many glass sliders from a variety of directions until it had spent its brief fury. Worry about my houseboat was unneeded, the island had a number of microcosms going on that day and where it probably rained over an inch where I was in 20 minutes, where the boat is didn't get much at all. It reminded me of calls in summer months with a friend living high on a hill on a far side of the island and me in the shack only miles away, commenting on the radically different weather we were getting...digression alarm just went off, I'm heeding it.

When it stopped raining I gave into relieving my bout of cabin fever by taking a walk. It looked like it could rain again any minute but the camera came along anyway.


So many spiky things hold beauty.

A Zaneida dove landing

A thrasher amongst the berries

The leaves of this tree/bush are really ugly and the flowers look dangerous
or maybe it just seemed that way right then
I headed down a dirt road unseen before because while it looked like it was going back to nature, it wasn't full of low-lying thorny brush. 


Just because I saw it

This is just about life size. You do NOT want to step on or drive over this thing.


What bird dropped this after pecking out its meal?
These three were zooming around in the rain. I could hear them plainly so far away.

Rain was starting, it was time to head back
This was almost the Simple Sunday photo. I thought about how man breaks open the earth for roads and buildings, revealing what would be hidden beneath the crust of rock and soil, whatever form that soil might take. I like to think that it would be better undisturbed, but I also know that frission of fear when striking out in places with no roads, that not knowing what is up ahead. So instead I'll just enjoy beautiful blue rocks on the road heading to where I was laying my head for a few nights. 



Peacocks are screechers. In case you didn't know. This one had me up and out in the yard, thinking it was anything but a peacock. Good surprise but I wasn't unhappy when he took his vocals up the road.



Thanks for the show. Good bye. 

The last bloom of this particular orchid for now. 

Let's call it a day (ending).
Have a two day of May Tuesday. Do something thankful for toilers.

Sunday, May 1, 2016

Friday, April 29, 2016

A Lot of Flora and a Little Fauna

One of the fun parts of house/pet sitting is getting to see different views than my own, even if my own is ever changing. Whether or not it is a place I've been before there is still a captivating differentness in the sameness. Then again, I'm easily entertained. But I've already mentioned that. More than twice.


The stinky starfish flower before it blooms
Also known as the, get ready...
Carrion Flower, Carrion Plant, Carrion Lily, Toad Cactus, Zulu Giant
or Hairy Giant Starfish Flower
and after
(you can read all about them here)

I'm not sure what the cottony bits are from but it's a good look
Yes, yes, it's phallic. But not in a tempting way.
The orchids are deep in show mode
Cacti in bloom
The fauna! 
Last time I was here there were a lot of pelicans, flying, feeding, diving. This time, nary a one. I think that's a seasonal thing. I hope. I did see some kind of raptor, quite small with gold edged wings, but it was gone long before I could have gotten a photo. I'll never know what it was except to wonder over the memory, in a golden frame.

Sol kept trying yesterday. Over and over and over.

I didn't see this one until late in the day. It was hiding. I can see why.

This sailboat sailed about 10 yards farther and then came into the wind
dropped its sails and motored into the bay

Then the couple on it went for an exploring ride. I thought that was pretty cool.
Last night was another one of those where sleep was elusive. No, I didn't go wrestle with an eel. But I did go outside and look at the moon. 


Don't you just want to touch it? Just once?
It was lightly raining when I woke up this morning (meaning I must have gone to sleep eventually; leave it to a boring book to do what it is intended for). Misty and grey and eventually, the sun came around. Sort of. The day is still deciding what it wants to be when it grows up, as the breeze blows strongly, I can hear thunder somewhere but the sun is (I actually had to go outside and look all around to see if I could see the sun; I can't find it) out there in the wispy clouds hanging in a baby blue sky. Weird.


Apparently good fishing weather though.
I really like tanbark sails. There's just something about them on a classically built boat that completes it. Way out in the misty morning there was a vision gift. 


Thank you!
Because I wanted to see if tanbark was one or two words, I looked it up. Wow! There is quite a bit of heated discussion on various forums about these sails, who knew? Well, probably lots of people know, but I didn't. From their history of canvas being dipped in water colored with bark tannins to the modern day dying methods on contemporary sail materials, it seems to me to end up being a matter of taste and money. But you can decide for yourselves. I just like the look and yes, it is one word. 

Have a free from fear Friday. Do something fervently for the future.