Saturday, August 29, 2015

From smokey to spectacular!

Smoke and sun.

Smoke and smoke.

Trumpet vine.

After rain, the skies are incredible and smoke is gone.


Absolutely glorious skies.

Tortoise food.

We still can't figure out what time of day the "four-o-clocks" open.  It seems random.  I would have named them "any-old-times".

Friday, August 21, 2015

No smoke two days, time to celebrate.

Smoke does make for some pretty sunsets.

Clouds rolling in from the coast never amounted to much, certainly no rain.

Cooler and very stormy looking.

Hard working weather station takes it all in.

Grape tomatoes are very happy, sprawling all over.

Monday, August 10, 2015

Pretty skies again.

Tricky in her usual spot under the picnic table.

Sunday, August 9, 2015

Clouds not smoke!

Pretty clouds without a hint of brown!

Dark as they are, I doubt they have a hint of moisture either.

Triffid attacking the trusty weather station.

Friday, August 7, 2015

Cow Creek

A pretty spot along Cow Creek.

Suddenly a deer wades across the water...

And saunters up a path on the other side of the creek.

Turns to look at us.
Photos courtesy my wonderful quick-with-a-camera husband.

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Gorgeous skies in San Francisco

Gorgeous skies in San Francisco, where the air is always incredibly clean and fresh!  Photos courtesy Susie my great pal and weather correspondent who lives there.

Monday, August 3, 2015

Green mantis

Our mantids are so calm and curious, I enjoy their company in the garden.

Fire in Milo = smoke in Glendale

August's cover photo: a beautiful praying mantis on the wall near our shade garden. Photo by my wonderful husband who loves these guys as much as I do. We watch them hatch and grow, they are adorable and attentive garden companions. 

Day 2 of the fire, brought new pyrocumulus clouds and lots of smoke.

Much closer to the fire, Riddle is gloomy on Day 3 of the fire.

I-5 looking south.

Our near hills are barely visible in the background. The world goes colorless.

Smoke obscures all the views.

 Monday morning, day four, begins with a sun of the apocalypse.

View out our front door this morning.

No blue again today.