Bree had a long day in the car. My dad and I drove down to San Diego to pick up his older porche 911 and drive it up to SF to sell. She was cutie and doll for how dull it must of been for her. Wasn't the most productive trip. Stopped in LA on the way back but of the galleries didn't have any shows up yet.
Week of Dec 22
These three are from another trip to Ocean Beach with the dog. The erosion from all the rain keeps revealing different little alcoves in the rocks at the north end. Another dead bird as well, the average is about 1 per trip.
Looking towards Angel Island from the Marina in SF
The green field by the Marina. Often there's dogs here playing filling me with guilt for just having trapped Bree in the apartment for the day. The fog that morning was incredible. Would have been perfect for a set of pictures I want to take (mostly for giggles and myself) over at the Palace of Fine Arts but I didn't know until dawn had already broke. They need to be taken at night.
1/15th of second hand held sure looks sharp at this size.
View from my campsite near Orleans CA
The campsite. Bree really did enjoy this trip quite a bit. She had a long 200ft leash after a morning crazy run. She enjoys colder weather though on the second night it got a little too cold for her. She had been snuggled up next to me on the cot when I woke up to find her shivering. Once inside the sleeping bag she cuddled up snugger than ever and stayed put for the night with look of pure delight.
Week of Dec 14
These two are from a short with Nando and his cousin to Cascade Canyon and Rodeo Beach.
I really hate flies and crickets too but I have to handle both quite a bit to feed the mantises. Inevitably the flies escape and so I have to hunt them down and kill them. This little blighter got be staying on the blinds long enough for me to press them together mushing the little bugger.
Subadult male thistle mantis, also know as the lesser devil flower mantis. He's actually a bit deformed though even if you're familiar with mantises it's hard to tell. His being is slightly twisted from choosing a poor place to shed from. His choice sent him into the ground while still squishy. Luckily I was aware of his choice and lifted him up while still gooey allowing to straighten some and continue living. He should be back to normal by adulthood. You can tell he's male by the thing antennae he now sports.
Alcatraz tourist shot, wonky colors from the 40 pancake. Note the hilarious magenta casts in the corners of a bunch of images?
Everything from here on out is from Ft Funston aka doggy Valhalla where the canines go to destroy life. Seriously this place is awesome. No hang gliders to wig Bree out this time but she still had a good of go being batshit.
