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Layers Upon Layers

This picture of Bear at the end of a winter afternoon hike has several layers of meaning to me. When we first adopted him he was overweight and slightly limped even on shorter walks in the neighborhood, and his manners precluded taking him into areas with lots of people and dogs. It took months getting him physically and mentally ready for long walks before I was willing to try him on less-visited trails far from trailheads. Take to the trails he did, while he enjoys his neighborhood walks he has a special love for the desert and when we’re about to head out he practically knocks me over as he scampers to the back of the garage and waits beside my hatchback.

As his progress continued I started taking him to more and more populated trails, culminating in this our first visit to my favorite place, the Brown’s Ranch trailhead. We took my favorite hike, finishing up at Sunset Vista with the sun sinking low in the sky, stopping for a snack break and some pictures before dropping down the hill to the car. I was growing confident we had a lot of desert hikes in our future, as he did well even with the off-leash dogs we encountered.

I snuck Brown’s Mountain into the background as I love to do, as this landmark more than any other was the anchor that helped me find my bearings when we moved here and it felt like we were in a never-ending whirlwind, with this part of the preserve my refuge in stormy seas. The looming mountain would add an extra layer of meaning to the picture a week later when for the first time I took him up its flank to the overlook, watching him enraptured as it slowly dawned on me he had never been up that high before.

It’s now far too hot for any evening hikes and we haven’t been into the desert for weeks since I haven’t been able to get up early enough to beat the heat. Long swims will have to do until I can manage an early rise, but even then I’ll avoid trails with elevation gain until cooler weather arrives in the fall.

Another Dog Bed

Cat Delivery Slot

Little Baby Bunny

Back in April Bear and I came across this tiny desert cottontail hiding in the middle of the trail. I happened to have my telephoto zoom that day which was fortunate, even though Bear wasn’t showing any interest I was able to keep my distance and grab a quick picture and continue on our way. I almost walked right by except I caught a glimpse of the eyes, staying well hidden is a good skill since there’s a pretty long list of predators in the desert that would eat the tiny thing.

A Dog Bed?

Perhaps it’s a mixup related to the ongoing supply chain issues around the world, and if so I feel bad for complaining, but we keep buying these dog beds that are very clearly labeled as dog beds and yet, and yet …

Life’s Rich Pageant

A jumble of driftwood and rocks and organic debris at Oregon’s Yaquina Head in the fall of 2017. I have no interest in endless stretches of sandy beaches but rocky coasts that cradle a diversity of life are a balm to my soul. This was supposed to be the start of more frequent trips to the coast to focus on tide pool photography but it turned out to be my last, as a few weeks later my team got laid off and the wheels were set in motion that months later would bring us to Arizona. We’re a little short on oceans in the desert and since I don’t like to fly I won’t be visiting the Northwest anytime soon, but I do still have many unedited images from my years there and working on them lets me revisit my old home.

One Last Step

While his siblings nearby practiced flying on a breezy spring evening, one last kestrel wasn’t quite sure about entering the wide world beyond. I feel such sympathy for the last-to-fledge, on the precipice between the only life they’ve known, the comfortable life that must end, and the dangerous path ahead where they can live their fullest lives. Taken near sunset in 2021.

What? All The Dogs Are Sitting This Way Now

The View From Home

One of the things I love about our house is the view of the mountains in the distance when you walk in. For months now though this is the view I often first see when I come home from work. Sometimes Bear greets me at the door and runs off to find a toy for us to play with, but if he’s sleepy he rolls over and asks for a belly rub. There may be wiggling involved lest such a subtle gesture go unnoticed.

A New If Old Leash

Another picture of Bear and The Elephant, taken towards the end of an afternoon hike a few months ago. It’s hot enough now that such walks are verboten, it’s early morning or nothing. Evening swims are now on the table though! I have switched back to this leash, which we bought on the day we adopted Ellie in 2009. We have fancier leashes but I’ve always come back to this one.