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[elainegrey]

I went out this morning for a fairly early walk. The sky to the east was the turquoise and tangerine of a block buster movie, overhead a last quarter moon, to the west a blush and dusky purple. I drove over on very quiet streets. Ginko fruit more than ginko leaves carpet the sidewalks.

I caught sunrise over the Charleston Slough, with the scent of fennel in the air, and the distant pops of hunters' guns.



I noted radish are still blooming, and i suspect more radish and mustard are part of the bright green seedlings on either side of the trail. I listened to how the birds' voices filled the range of sound: high piping of sandpipers to the low honks of geese. For a pleasant while the trail was quiet and shared only with occasional solitary others.

I felt it was time to head home when knots of people chattering began to dominate the trail.
I came home via Krispy Kreme Donuts (getting coffee and donuts for Christine, and a still hot original for me to eat before i got home).

I started plowing through the sixty photos, disappointed to have discovered that i had left the camera in a stopped down mode so many of the shots were more under exposed than i might have desired. I got stuck on identifying a Russian thistle, mainly because i was limiting the guide to the the county i was in. Thus, my submission to Calflora.



I'm a little awed that i've spent so much time identifying the birds and plants (though most of the time was just that one plant). As i noted in the spring, it's data collection time vs data analysis time. But i do enjoy it.



Bird photos and identifications -- Set of 13 at Flickr