There is a privacy about it which no other season gives you…. In spring, summer and fall people sort of have an open season on each other; only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself. ~ Ruth Stout
The Salton Sea, California’s largest lake, is a crucial stopover along the Pacific Flyway for migratory birds. Tragically, the Sea’s entire ecosystem is precariously close to collapse due to several environmental threats.
When I decided to keep my daily-photo project close to home (for the next few weeks anyway) I knew it wouldn’t be long before one of my feline roommates made an appearance. And a cat-in-the-window shot no less. I know, I know. ;-)
I wrote here not too long ago about how uninspired I’ve been feeling lately and what a struggle it has become to post here every day. All of a sudden, the things that usually delight me (abandoned buildings, quirky desert imagery, repetition) are boring me to tears.
This is a bit concerning because I’m never bored. Truly. In fact, I grew up believing (and still believe) the old adage that if you’re bored, you’re boring! So, I’ve decided to try something a bit different while I await my New Mexico departure date.
I’m going to simply stay put and try to find things to photograph in my home environment, something I haven’t done much of since moving to Idyllwild.
And, with that, I give you Domestic Abstract #1. Any idea what this is? ;-)
One of the luckiest things that can happen to you in life is, I think, to have a happy childhood. ~ Agatha Christie
Came across this sweet scene while out walking in Newport Beach, CA, a few days before Christmas. Lovely!
If you’ve followed this blog for very long, you know I’m a hopeful and enthusiastic fan of the ecologically-troubled Salton Sea here in the Southern California desert. It’s an eerie, uniquely beautiful place and I always get a little thrill whenever I come across it in the occasional music video or fashion spread. My enthusiasm wanes, however, when I stop by for one of the eastern shore’s spectacular, and usually profoundly-quiet, sunsets only to find the place (in this case Bombay Beach) overrun by models, photographers and other assorted hipsters. At this point, though, any publicity is good publicity for this seemingly doomed area so I’ll try to play nice and learn how to share.