Showing posts with label Placerita Canyon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Placerita Canyon. Show all posts
Thursday, June 19, 2014
LONELY POPPIES
Vibrant growth in the Mojave Desert, humans roam the landscape
In pairs, in families, on tours, taking pictures
Selfies abound
I travel alone
Always
An eagle flew low and fast
Intent
Did he see me?
My mind saluted anyway
History stretches off into the shadowed mountains
The poppies ephemeral
They will return
The Poppy Promise
What secrets herein lay
A birth, a death, a rape
Even the bedbugs have fled
Golden fingerlings grip the hill
Hungry for life
They'll die soon
My birding class visited Placerita Canyon which is near the Antelope Valley California Poppy Reserve.
I was happy to be there.
All photos, except the eagle, are © Sandra Ramos O'Briant
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Sunday, May 04, 2014
Birding the Macabre
Birding is both more and less than spotting and identifying wild birds. For me, it's being outdoors and looking up. Being properly equipped is also important: binoculars, a zoom lens on one's hopefully light camera, water, sunscreen and plenty of tissue if you have allergies. Without the proper binoculars and appropriate camera, it was difficult to see anything. Placerita Canyon could have been a bust if it weren't for the other essential ingredient for me: Imagination.
Do you see the wolf-like image in the hollow?
This was the image on my ascent. Below you'll see this image upon my descent.
See the bird in the tree?
Neither did I, but then I looked down and saw the
Dragon
Even though its flame was petrified, I jumped back and almost stepped on an angry
Gila Monster
A steamy wind rushed up the canyon and raptors circled above waving treetops. At the next turn, I encountered a new creature.
Monkey Lizard
He seemed harmless enough and I had to laugh at my fantasies. No wooden fatalities here, or were there?
Petrified Human
My Catholic childhood rushed at me. Jesus H. Christ! I almost made the sign of the cross. Fortunately, I ran into this religious fellow who operated an X-rated confessional when I was twelve.
The Monsignor Burns in Hell
Here is the ghoulish stump once again, but the monster inside has changed. Can you see the difference?
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Birding, Catholic, confessional, dragon, fantasy, Gila monster, hiking, macabre, Monsignor, petrified human, petrified wood, Placerita Canyon
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