The owls on this tree are both well over a foot tall. Even clicking to enlarge on the first photo doesn't do them justice. They played this game with me where they'd swoop and stand motionless on the green next to the pond, doing a 360 with their heads in unison as I slowly approached them trying to get a close shot; then as soon as I readied my camera, they'd swoop back up to the tree. I gave up, laid out my blue mat and carried on with yoga in the beautiful old neighboring country club. They watched and cried encouragement now and again. Yoga studio al fresco.
Ah, and the following shot of Mount SJ past sunset doesn't do the mount justice either:
San Jacinto looms larger at and after sunset; it appears to creep up higher and wider against the horizon, breathtaking.
Work was insaner than usual; needed to get out and just couldn't stand more driving and small talk even with the good people at the PS studio. Finally feel clear-headed enough to think and call back on my phone messages...exciting post, I know. Oh well, good night & namaste.
9 comments:
So you live next to the mountain. No wonder your it's so important to you.
Do people actually live on it?
Gorgeous. All of it. CALMING post. : )
Yes, there's a couple of towns nestled in the moutnains -- San Jacinto and Idyllwild. I love how big San J recedes at sunrise and all its golden colors reflect back, and at sunset it looms up and up -- and in winter it's spectacular with that crown of snow :)
aaah, John! I was still radiating that peace when I posted; glad it comes through <3
Hoot! w00t!
LOL ;D
Wonderful post Letty, the owls must have been so inspiring. Sweet!
((((((Letty))))))
Thank you, Calder; I am truly honored, because coming from you, a consistently eloquent poet and published, too, it means I'm a tad better writer even in these posts :)
And yes, these owls are awe-inspiring. I still haven't given up on getting a closer shot of them. MAN do I wish I'd packed my camera the first day I spotted them because I was about 3 yards from them and they were on the green -- and quite pissed to be caught by surprise -- they shrieked and flew up low over my head. I haven't heard any baby owls crying from the trees, but they behaved sort of like the burrowing owls back in Imperial Valley when I was a kid and we'd get too close to their chicks...OK, rambling, got to work a post on that later, after I find time to catch up with y'all's posts!
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