Thursday, February 28, 2013
Yesterday was one of those epic southern California days. My daughter took me along while she went for a surf, with endless sun and sand and wind feathered waves rolling in one after the other. The weatherman is calling for temps to hit the low 80s this weekend - sounds good!
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Friday, February 22, 2013
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Monday, February 18, 2013
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Saturday, February 16, 2013
The garden isn't exactly bursting with flowers this winter, but the golden feathers, above, are still going strong.
The trumpet vine never stopped blooming this season. Sweet alyssum, below, can always be counted on to spread like weeds.
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
What a difference a few days can make. The storm came and went and now we're back to our more typical sunny winter days - ideal for a walk on the beach. Curlews were out in full force, working rich veins of sand crabs revealed by the outgoing tide.
They focus on their meal if you keep a distance, but get too close and they're outta there.
Wild stocks are blooming high on the cliffside, not so very different from their cultivated, nursery-bound cousins and just as sweetly scented.
Looking south, a vast expanse of sand and sea before me, and my sweet girl emerging from the sparkling surf.
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Monday, February 11, 2013
Photographer Lewis Hine captioned this photograph: "8:00 pm and not yet finished. The little one on the left is not yet four years old, yet she works, irregularly on flowers all day and sometimes until eight at night. In spite of a sore throat she was working steadily all the time I was there, occasionally dropping a sigh that was very pathetic. Father said, "She likes to work." Oldest sister (who makes six dozen of these little wreaths a day), said the little one makes one dozen wreaths a day. Family of Peter Mortaria, 8 Downing St. Apt. 2, New York, New York.
This photograph was made 101 years ago today.
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Saturday, February 9, 2013
Friday, February 8, 2013
My daughter took me along yesterday to walk on the beach while she went for a surf.
There's a storm brewing, which will approach from the north, circle around and hit from the south, as all our winter storms do. We need the rain desperately.
The water's in the mid 50s and the air yesterday was in the low 60s, which is still warm in enough in February to walk barefoot.
Soon enough, it was time to head for home.
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Monday, February 4, 2013
A spell of warm weather lured me into the garden for some routine clipping and tidying, and who should greet me but the first ladybug of the season. Once the first picture was taken, wee bug had enough of the limelight and beat a hasty retreat into the leaf cover.
Sunday, February 3, 2013
Saturday, February 2, 2013
The caption reads: Mrs. Montemora, fifty-five years old, is a janitress for a large tenement, 133 W. Houston St., (lives Apt. 7) housing 26 families. When not tending the furnace or occupied with other duties for others and her own family, she makes flowers, assisted by her niece Josephine, 12 years old. They both work until 10:00 pm frequently. Photo taken at 2:30 pm, Feb. 2, 1912, a school day and their only explanation was, "She just stayed out." Making buds. Several adult relatives live with them. The flowers bring in only a dollar or two a week. Location: New York, New York.
Photo by Lewis Hine, who documented child labor.
Friday, February 1, 2013
My favorite neighbors had business in San Diego earlier this week and took me along.
It was fun to wander around the city while waiting for them, looking into shop windows and snapping photos out of town. The old wavy glass in this window gave beautiful, watery reflections.
One of the local churches had some outstanding memorial windows made of stained and leaded glass.
We walked a southern beach on the way home, where we spied an unusual old concrete culvert running down the face of the cliff, which we decided probably had something to do with the railroad years back, as the tracks run right along the top of the bluff there.