Notes from the campground

Last night as we ate under the darkening sky we watched a spider against the last light as it wove its evening web. The bat that flit around the camp was
delightful. This moring a scrub jay family with a teenadger fledgling following its parents around screaming to be fed. A ground squirrel is working on burrows at the edge of our camp. I saw a white tailled bunny up in the upper lot. Flocks of California quail. California towhees. Some fox-like critter trotting along the path.


So there have been some disappointments this morning. It turns out that i left the tripod mount at home. There was actually quite the little adventure around the tripod as we prepared to go. I could find Christine's very heavy solid one but not my light one. I had the heavy one all lined up to bring (and had noted the mount was with it) when i clearly remembered being on a previous camping trip and trying to get the bungee cord off (an ad hoc arrangement tolash it to my camera bag). Indeed there was the light tripod, in the camping kit. Hoorah!

As i went to the restroom first thing this morning i saw wonderfully perfect dew spangled spiderwebs. I tried ti take a few photos with my digital camera, but encountered too much hand shake. To the tripod. b
But no, no way to attach camera to tripod.

The farm working around the area is striking. I'm reminded in some ways of coastal carolina, but -- my heavens -- some of the farm equipment are treaded like tanks, and they move quickly down the roads. The black soil around the Parihito River was striking. It looks like a lovely river to canoe -- i wish i'd seen a way to get down past the levees to shoot the river.

I wish i'd felt comfortable shooting the farms in the grey fog, as well. Atmospheric and moody, but... i don't know. I also felt like i was in the middle of someone else's work place.