Oh, I wish I were in Tahoe right now! 'Tis home to me by far. I just love the smell of the pines, the mountain air, swimming in the Lake, sitting around a campfire-taking in the smell, the flicker and the fanning of the crackling flames. I love snuggling with my hubby in our shelter-far from the mosquitos and June bugs.
The morning air and dusk are absolutely my favorite times of the day when in Tahoe. I remember one summer (of many) when I went hiking on one of the trails by myself, and a thunder storm welcomed me as I approached the edge of the woods. I heard the crackling of the thunder clap, I inhaled the smell of the moisture, and welcomed the rain that came pouring down. I was naive to be out on the trail by myself and had not told a soul I of my where abouts, but I knew that nothing, nothing could happen to me at that moment, as I felt the presence of god joining me in the incredible show of a mountain thunderstorm. The pinetrees welcomed the droplets, the golden mantle squirrels scurried to find their shelter, the pine needles underfoot softened my rumbling footsteps as I ran through the woods toward the water's edge, to observe the storm crossing over the Lake from one end to the other. It was amazing and beautiful.
'Tis my home by far and yet I am only able to visit this place I love so once (or maybe twice) a year, but always feeling the same, in love and one with this incredible beauty called Lake Tahoe.
Save Lake Tahoe. Save one of California's most precious destinations for all.
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
Baby, The Rain Must Fall
I am a true lover of the falling rain. The rain breathes life in all things. It breeds mosquitos that help make up the feel of summer (though I could do without), the rain speaks of loves lost and loves gained, it wreaks havoc on those who forget how to drive when the roads are slick, it drowns out the sound of the frogs who are enthralled with the downpour of a winters rain, the rain delays tennis matches, delays baseball games, makes parents think their children will catch a cold by playing in the rain or jumping in the puddles, the falling of the rain creates a an orchestra of beautiful music whether it hits the siding of your house, the speeding of the windshield, the tin siding of your outdoor storage shed, or the toys you forgot to bring in before it began to rain.
The rain makes me think of countries that so desperately need it for production of food and survival, the rain makes me think of the monsoons that destroy year after year those in its path, the rain makes me think of how amazing the idea of moisture, that turns in to water droplets that come from a darkened sky or sometimes comes down through a sky bespeckled by the sun shining through the clouds, and yet I think we take for granted the very essence of what the rain really evokes in the cycle of life, despite all of it's downfalls (no pun intended here).
So whether you love it or hate or prefer the blazing sun, we could never do without it regardless.
The rain makes me think of countries that so desperately need it for production of food and survival, the rain makes me think of the monsoons that destroy year after year those in its path, the rain makes me think of how amazing the idea of moisture, that turns in to water droplets that come from a darkened sky or sometimes comes down through a sky bespeckled by the sun shining through the clouds, and yet I think we take for granted the very essence of what the rain really evokes in the cycle of life, despite all of it's downfalls (no pun intended here).
So whether you love it or hate or prefer the blazing sun, we could never do without it regardless.
Cayucos Wave Out: photo by kim
The beauty of the ocean in 3-D. It has an amazing smell, the feel of the wave on your feet, the tassling of your hair and upon your face of the windswept salty air, the sand beneath your feet-getting caught bewteen the toes, the sound of the waves crashing, along with the sound of the wind passing by your ears, and finally the abundant life below the foaming liquid with great mystery and pure inspiration, in order for us to grasp understanding. I love how you don't need 3-D glasses to experience and observe up close and personal the beauty of this natural phenomenon.
In observing the amazing crashing of the waves-landing on shore and then return back out to sea, have you ever stopped to observe the sheen, and the life that gets left behind once the wave has gone back out? I wanted to see what I would capture as the wave return back to the sea and this is what I captured.
In observing the amazing crashing of the waves-landing on shore and then return back out to sea, have you ever stopped to observe the sheen, and the life that gets left behind once the wave has gone back out? I wanted to see what I would capture as the wave return back to the sea and this is what I captured.
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