Old Bones

I haven’t had much oppotunity to dig in the back yard and find much in the way of new old stuff to post about, so any unearthing being done must be credited to Ranger whose excavations around the place are many. Next to one particularly deep hole close to the hammock I found this 1.5 …

Frond Farewell

If you’re an angeleno, odds are at some point during your time here you’ve experienced the falling of a palm frond from its tree. I’d hazard you haven’t ever had the pleasure of being 40 feet away from 17 30 — count ’em: 17 30! — of them full-sized suckers falling at once. I have. …

Before & After: Hammock Time!

Today was too warm and too beautiful and too Saturday not to finally liberate the hammock from its off-season quarters in the basement and re-install it back to its rightful place on the stand situated in the upper corner of the backyard: (click thumbs to enlargify):   Running a, uh… prolonged and required Official Hammock …

Hey Bud

Around the same time last summer that I made this night-long timelapse of a nocturnal cactus flower opening wide, I dropped a couple fallen prickly pear cactus pads into a small pot of soil and commenced spritzing them with water occasionally through the subsequent seasons in hopes that they might keep on going. I’m pleased …

‘Round Midnight

It’s after midnight. Restless. Maybe it’s the biz trip I leave for early Wednesday morning to Charlotte for four days. Maybe it’s some residual over-thinking about a couple aspects of my behavior on what was an otherwise awesome bike ride upupup essentially to Descanso Gardens then back down to Eagle Rock around to Highland Park …

Ash Tree Waking

As I do around the beginning of every new year, I dutifully trundle our Christmas tree to the city’s treecycling station set up at the L.A. Zoo where I drop it off (along with however many other curb-side discards I can pile into the bed of my truck, which in regards to this year was …

Sunday Sadness

I went outside this blustery morning to get a photo from the backyard of distant Griffith Park in all its windswept clarity. Instead I found my camera focused on this sadness within the boughs of the jasmine tree: It’s a poor bushtit at last season’s nest (to the right rear of the frame) in the …