Clouds on the 138 between Mojave Desert and Angeles National Monument. I’d like this paint job on the car for real.
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You can see signs of preparation for El Niño all around Southern California. They’ve put new K rails along the sides of the freeways where rocks are likely to fall from cutaway hills. You can pick up empty sandbags at fire stations, and our HOA bought a pile of sand for us to fill them with. Local cities are providing sand for their residents, too.
Our HOA also re-graded the fire road around our neighborhood so that it angles water away from our homes, and added fill dirt to places that were starting to erode. Unfortunately, it looks like the first couple of rains washed away a lot of the fill dirt. There are some little channels out there that look like they could spell trouble.
Our personal effort to avoid complications involved having this wall built to stall further erosion of the slope between our house and our upslope neighbor. Fingers crossed that it does the trick!
Looking more or less east from the hill behind our house this morning.
Looking more or less west from the exact same place the first shot was taken. It’s so often like this lately. Quite a difference depending on which way you’re looking. There’s probably a ripe metaphor in there….
Encountered this marker where the fire road comes close to Stallion Meadows Trail. Called the HOA manager because we are super snoopy. He says it’s a CalTrans marker that will be used in getting new aerial shots of the nearby 14 freeway.
Yeah, this has nothing to do with the proposed high speed rail route that could go right under our neighborhood.
I do not understand people who enjoy nature enough to go be out in it, but who are then capable of leaving broken glass behind them. Oh well, gives me the chance to feel like a do-gooder. After the recent rain and wind, there were a few other pieces of detritus to pick up, too. Some day I will remember to bring along a plastic bag!
That big, slowly rotating eye in the sky makes Skinner”s farm look pretty vulnerable! From the back yard of the homestead in Indiana. I watched a lot of storms roll in from this back yard. The buildings on the left are where my grandmother’s house was.
The gathering storm from beneath the cottonless cottonwood. The electric lines were all lit up against the sky.
Yes, I lay down in the grass in the corner of the yard to take this.
While I was down there, I also aimed at the magnificent cottonless cottonwood. This tree inspires love and awe. It was planted when I was eight or nine, I think, and was run over by the lawn mower in its infancy. Tree:1, Brother: 0.
Yes, I lay down in the middle of the road to take this. Because I can out here in the boonies, that’s why!
My sister, Pegerty, braving the winds with me. Mom called us in right after this.
A few minutes later we watched from the sliding glass doors as a wall of rain marched across the fields toward us, kicking up dust as it came. Thrilling!