One Two In A Million

When we recycled our Christmas tree (along with several others discarded curbside by holiday arbor tards in the immideate area) in January at the city collection station set up in the L.A. Zoo parking lot not only did we get a couple of free energy efficient light bulbs, but also as part of the citywide …

Double Dragon

It’s one thing to be able to look so close through a set of such gorgeous stained glass wings (click to quadruplify): And its another extra special bonus entirely to have a front row seat as one frolics in the water while another attempts to join the pool party. I’m not sure if the dragonfly …

Cactus Flower At Dusk

Much to my, surprise the photo I posted yesterday, which I justthisminute retitled “Three Minutes With Venus,” drew a pretty large and blessedly empathetic crowd (thanks again to Clifford at Asymptotia pointing at it and laughing — with me, not at me!). Not that I need to follow it up, but along the same lines …

Beeing There

As I wrote in yesterday’s post about the long-horned digger bees I discovered now residing in our side yard, I’d check in on the remaining males aerially competing for the affections of an as-yet-unseen female somewhere in the vicinity, to see what a second round of activity might hold. The answer is: plenty. And this …

Seeing Is Bee-lieving

I noticed it this morning, perhaps a dozen or so bees flitting about seemingly chasing each other over a small corner of the side yard where the African violets had bloomed earlier in the spring. But these didn’t seem like your ordinary honey bees, no. There was something different about the way they moved and …

It’s The Time Of The Season

Visually, the L.A. River between Fletcher Avenue and Los Feliz Boulevard is in the zone right now. The sweet spot. Especially in the later afternoon hours.  I love the river 365 days a year but there’s just something about these days before and after the summer solstice (today) where the setting sun’s situation in the …

Hungr E. Coyote

If it’s Wednesday night that means I can usually be found biking up the L.A. River and through Griffith Park, the latter of which afforded me the opportunity to snap on the fly this skinny fellow, no doubt suffering a strict diet of practically nothing since the park’s devastating fires of  last month (click to …