Native: an animal or plant indigenous to a place
Dry Creek – March 18, 2014
I began photographing wildflowers to enhance my sense of place, this ranch and this canyon. With no botanical background and able only to identify a handful of the most common flowers, I have since learned many names online Calflora and from a growing library at home. The more I photographed, the more I found that I’d never seen before. Over the years, we’ve documented them within this blog wildflowers.
Dry Creek – March 18, 2014
Not a colorful year for wildflowers, I was surprised, while setting my irrigation water yesterday, to pass a pastel-yellow family of Scalebud Anisocoma acaulis on a sandy, south-facing slope, well-off the easement road to Terminus Dam.
I get excited when I find a wildflower I’ve never seen before, so much so, that I have to take several shots while running through the F-stops on my macro lens to insure that I may get one in focus. My thanks to Neal Kramer for identifying this one for me.
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Dear John —
Your wildflower blog is sensational, and to see so many excellent shots of so many beautiful and varied foothill flowers all together is spectacular!
Really, you should do a book on the wildflowers of our foothills (maybe with somebody like Sylvia Haultain working on the technical side?).
I would love to have that book!
In the meantime, would you be willing to share a few of these photos on the TCT website for the Dry Creek and Homer Ranch articles?
We’d really appreciate being able to show our visitors some of these beauties (with photo credit to you, of course — unless Robbin took some of these, too?).
Sure isn’t looking hopeful for rain. Hard to think about how to adapt. They say we had 100-year droughts in the Middle Ages. One of those would definitely change the face of California as we know it.
Meanwhile, it is astonishing to see the grass greening and seeding, the redbud and lupine and popcorn and fiddleneck blooming, the oaks tasseling and leafing, the robins returning — just as if life will go on as it should, even on less than a quarter of our “normal” rainfall. Blessed are they who cannot see the future, but live fully in each day for itself.
Best wishes!
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