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California Fly and Camp

California Fly and Camp

My wife started lobbying early: "The California boys are going camping. You should go. Everybody is asking for you. Damien is cooking." I was reluctant. I didn't want to take time off work. I hadn't gone anywhere since The Contagion started and I was uncomfortable...

A Winter Afternoon

A Winter Afternoon

Winter weather and the contagion have sharply curtailed opportunities to get together with friends. Mike and I took advantage of a lull between storms to enjoy a socially distanced winter hike. https://vimeo.com/506384649            ...

Good Morning

Good Morning

  1/14/26 6:30 28F (-2.2C) Calm, cold, clear and frosty. The moon is just a fingernail low in the southeast. I didn't hear coyotes but Walter did. He was barking earlier,  but has settled  down for now. Ducks rise from  the pond, muttering "good morning."  They...

Good Morning

Good Morning

  1/13/26 6:30 32F (0.0C) A frosty morning,  filled with stars. The crescent moon is low in the southeast,  just beginning its transit. The coyotes set the dog off this morning.  They sounded pretty close. They've settled down and Walter is in the house,  so it...

Good Morning

Good Morning

  1/12/26 6:30 31F (0.5C) Dark and icy calm. The moon, waning last quarter, hangs S SE, in a strand of clouds. A light east wind blows tufts and streamers across the stars. Walter Dawg has toured the perimeter.  Finding everything in order, he is resting...

Good Morning

Good Morning

  1/11/26 6:30 35F (1.6C) Cool, calm, with a light overcast. The moon in its last quarter is low in the south,  mid-transit shining through the willows. Today is as a good as day as any to stand with our community and say "Fuck ICE. Fuck Trump.  Fuck the MAGAts."...

Good Morning

Good Morning

    1/10/26 6:30 33F (0.5C) Calm, dry, icy. The waning half moon glows dimly through a gauzey veil of clouds. Something just grabbed a duck from the pond. I could hear them thrashing, wings beating the water, and the frightened calls of his companions making...