This Better Be Worth It!

I am a morning person and Callie and Michael like to sleep in a little later than me. But this morning I woke up to the most spectacular pink rainbow forming behind the house, and I just had to race back in and wake up the rest of the gang. Michael was a good sport about it and jumped out of bed muttering to himself that, “this better be worth it,” and threw on a pair of jeans and followed me outside. Of course a few minutes later we could hear Callie bawling her head off inside the house,and wondering why she hadn’t been invited outside too!  I don’t usually let her out until the sun has completely risen in the sky because of all the predators in the desert waiting to feast on domestic cat. But I decided to let Callie out with the specific instructions for Michael to keep a close eye on her while I did photography. I must say that I have never seen a pink rainbow before. Have any of you? The lighting was so soft and diffused and with just the slightest drizzle in the air. I ran out in my socks and pajamas and they got soaked because I didn’t know that it had rained during the night. Everything was fresh and clean and the desert is so quiet in the early morning. Callie raced around in animated glee at the exciting change of events and watching me run around made her very excited too! I ran back and forth along the back wall trying to capture the entire rainbow in one photo. It was too large and I have gotten spoiled and lazy with my iPhone camera while my Nikon is sitting in the closet. I love the simplicity of taking photographs and instantly uploading them to the Internet. I promise when I start the RV adventure, I will start using my Nikon and wide angle lens. The wide angle would have captured the entire rainbow. It would have also appeared much farther away. So Callie was having a blast while she ran up her beloved olive tree and demanded to be chased and in return; chase me. The foothills glowed molten and the pink rainbow became a double rainbow.  Nature is just so amazing. I couldn’t make something like this up! I hope it was worth it to Michael and Callie… I would like to think that it was!

A Toast to Sunsets by the Sea

As a photographer, you can’t compete with the beauty of coastal sunsets. All you can hope for is a photo that attempts to capture the essence of its grandeur. Every evening the sun and the sky will cast a different colored pallet on the clouds and water and each unique sunset will tell a story all its own. You get a much better sense of weather when you live at the water’s edge and you can tell when a storm is building off the shore, or that the doldrums will settle in for the long haul. I felt very close to nature during this time of my life, and took advantage of the sunsets with Callie and Michael by my side. Now that I am living in the desert, it is the morning and sunrise that I get to view on a daily basis and it will be very rewarding for me to look back on the contrast of the two oppossing landscapes. When you watch the sun begin to set and dip into the sea, there is a collective sigh that fills the air and a calmness and peacefulness that dominates the landscape. With the desert and the sunrise, anticipation and excitement for the day starts with the noisy chatter of birds and wildlife. The coyotes begin to call to one another to signal that it is time to head back to the safety of the den and hummingbirds and bees make chirps and buzzes to announce that the day has begun. Before the sun sets, the coast is positively electric and filled with a salt-charged energy, while the desert seems to take a deep but quiet breath and exhales with gratitude for the coolness of the dawn…

The Morning After

Yesterday we had a windstorm in the desert and I wrote about Callie finding a way to follow her bliss by climbing her favorite olive tree. The wind blew hard and dusty all night long but the morning dawned with a radiant golden hue and the foothills appeared molten. The sand settled down and calm once again has returned to the desert. I pondered on how the coyotes fair during storms and got an answer piled on my back patio this morning. A coyote decided to leave a calling card and had the brazen gaul to scale my wall and tour the backyard during the night. He was looking for Callie. I am always watchful when Callie is out in the back yard and don’t let her out of my sight. She is not allowed outside without an escort which can sometimes be a drag and Callie doesn’t always like it. There are times she wants to frolick and be free to explore the desert. She is actually a very obedient cat most of the time and rarely causes much trouble, and keeping an eye on her is the only way to keep her safe! The coyotes are extra hungry after a couple of days of not being able to hunt and are probably forced to be more resourceful after a big storm. But with the light of morning, the sunrise was breathtaking and a visual treat for anyone up early enough to witness it. The clouds blushed a lovely pink in the east and that is why the foothills were so golden. Callie had been house bound for most of yesterday, so this morning she climbed the tree closest to the back wall. The wind was still blowing but not as hard, and she climbed higher than ever before. She loves looking out over the desert and maybe she is hoping for a glimpse of those rascally roadrunners. The temperature has dropped considerably and it was a brisk and colorful morning. Autumn has returned to the desert and the relief of the desert dwellers is palatable. The birds I identified as possibly being Townsend’s Solitaire’s were in fact, Blue Mountain Birds. They returned to the bird bath for another quick splash in the water this morning and the males flashed a lovely sky blue when they took flight. It is a flock of maybe 15 birds and they look like they are having such a fabulous time. They come down from the mountains when the weather changes and are like little snowbirds following the sun. When Callie was ready for her breakfast and came back inside the house, she needed a nice warm and cozy place to sleep the day away. She chose the front guest room and squeezed her way under the covers. The morning sun filters through the window and it is the warmest room in the house. Such is the life of one very spoiled and adorable cat!

Where’s Callie?