Surging Whitecaps

The sea was really churning during high tide.

Uncanny Sunset

This is another image from my Mendocino series. . . the sun looks like a big eye doesn't it?

Mendocino Coastline Series

The Mendocino coastline is so beautiful, especially after a heavy rainstorm.  I shot these images before and after the sun peaked over the mountains to illuminate the ocean waves.   We visited relatives this weekend and their home is on a finger-like bluff that juts out into the Pacific ocean.

Heart Song

The heart of a tulip is mesmerizing to me.

Nature never goes out of style.
~Author Unknown

 

By the Yard

Downtown Healdsburg, California, has an amazing fabric shop filled with colorful fabrics.  The textures and patterns are a feast for the eyes!

Feeding the Ducks

Young children and animals just seem to communicate non-verbally, don't they?

Smile, A Daisy Means Happiness

Marguerite

Ducks

“From the troubles of the world I turn to ducks,

Their heads beneath white wings,

And when beneath the pool, they dabble, and they swim,

Making their rippling rings,

Oh ducks are beautiful things. . . ”

Adapted from a poem by Frank W. Harvey 

Gliding Along

Excuse My Dribble

Mother and Duckings, , , Napping

Parking Lot Gossip

Serenity

 

 

I love to photograph ducks in their natural habitat. These images were taken in Sonoma, CA. I was so lucky to capture these shots, especially the image of the mother and her ducklings snuggled up.

A Baby Boomer's Lament

  Life is like riding a bicycle - in order to keep your balance, you must keep moving.

~Albert Einstein

A metaphor for the journey through life of any living thing: Consider a woman riding a bicycle. Whoever she is, we can say three things about her. We know she got on the bicycle and started to move. We know that at some point she will stop and get off. Most important of all, we know that if at any point between the beginning and the end of her journey she stops moving and does not get off the bicycle she will fall off it. That is a metaphor for the journey through life of any living thing, and I think of any society of living things. ~William Golding (adapted)

I used to have a Schwinn just like this one. . .I wonder where it ended up?