This morning's visitors. Properly speaking, they aren't visitors...they live here too.
Two point buck--startled by the digital shutter sound of the camera.
Posing
The colorful things hanging from the trees are autumn leaves.
Oh! and there are strings of origami cranes from Martha & John's wedding last June.
For the last couple of days, I've been listening to KVMR radio, and enjoying the progressive attitudes here in Nevada County. Guided by the likes of Country Joe McDonald (of The Fish fame), I learn about Woody Guthrie. As part of the Smithsonian Institution's travelling exhibit, Joe McDonald crafted a tribute to Woody: This Land Is Your Land: The Life and Legacy of Woody Guthrie. If I were going to be in town, I think I'd try to see this. Alas...
If you'd like to sing along, but don't remember them from grade school, you can follow along below. (No, there will not be a bouncing ball.)
This Land Is Your Land
This land is your land This land is my land
From California to the New York island;
From the red wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and Me.
As I was walking that ribbon of highway,
I saw above me that endless skyway:
I saw below me that golden valley:
This land was made for you and me.
I've roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts;
And all around me a voice was sounding:
This land was made for you and me.
When the sun came shining, and I was strolling,
And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling,
As the fog was lifting a voice was chanting:
This land was made for you and me.
As I went walking I saw a sign there
And on the sign it said "No Trespassing."
But on the other side it didn't say nothing,
That side was made for you and me.
In the shadow of the steeple I saw my people,
By the relief office I seen my people;
As they stood there hungry, I stood there asking
Is this land made for you and me?
Nobody living can ever stop me,
As I go walking that freedom highway;
Nobody living can ever make me turn back
This land was made for you and me.
Alone the day, but very contented. As the rain poured, I envisioned the trees, California live oak, madrone and digger pine, capillary roots drinking after a long dry season, leaves and needles dancing in the falling droplets. It's hard to convey how ... rain like this makes me feel a little more at ease. I wore my crushed beat up hat and needed no other cover, the rain moistening me, as I walked, delighted by the weather.
I'd like to add this link to BridgeHunter.com which gives structural and historic details about this bridge. I learned that it is an OpenSpandrel type concrete bridge, and was constructed in 1921. This bridge is open to pedestrians, but vehicular traffic must use the newer structure adjacent to it.
*Roadkill excluded!
**Nearly 14 hawks were spotted on the ground alongside the roadway (hwy. 99, I think), it being 4:20 and all, I guess it was hawk chillout time
***Does not include the 10,000s of birds at the bird sanctuary, including many snowy egrets and 1,000s of snow geese
