Category Archives: Photographs

Milkweed

Posted on June 25, 2016 by | 10 comments

 

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After most wildflowers have disappeared and the green grass fades to a brittle bronze, Milkweed becomes the sole attractant for bugs and pollinators, especially the ubiquitous Tarantula Hawks, flying low and slow on erratic, yet undeterred courses. We, and most other animals, move around them.

Unlikely partners yesterday while checking the stockwater and cows on the Paregien ranch, I caught this Tarantula Hawk and a butterfly I’ve never seen before. I Googled lots of black and red moths and butterflies without a match. Now, I wish I’d spent more time and taken some macro shots.

 

Weekly Photo Challenge: “Partners”

 

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State of the Oaks

Posted on June 24, 2016 by | 8 comments

 

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Twenty-plus inches of rain last winter and spring was not enough to save the oaks stressed by four years of drought, 30-50% of the trees, some 100 years old or more. Many Blue Oaks showed signs of recovering last spring, but now hang in limbo with a single limb of green as they face a hot summer and dry fall. Whole slopes of dead trees, such as the photo above on Dry Creek, are evident everywhere in our lower foothills, adding dry fuel to the potential of fire. Usually located on better moisture, the Live Oaks have fared worse.

The word ‘devastation’ comes to mind, new trees and limbs fallen on fences and roads, as a chain saw becomes necessary equipment to navigate the ranch. Devastation much more serious than that proclaimed by a young botanist where horses gathered and watered around a stockwater pond, years ago, when we were exploring a conservation easement. It may be centuries before the Blue Oaks recover.

We, and the ground around us, haven’t escaped the drought. Already, one hard rock well that supplied stockwater with a solar pump throughout the drought has failed despite our above average rainfall. The trend is dry as the hangover from the drought continues to tax the landscape.

 

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Ditch Tender

Posted on June 22, 2016 by | 3 comments

 

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SUMMER SOLSTICE

Posted on June 20, 2016 by | 3 comments

 

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Seventy-five days old
the last time a full moon moved
through the shortest night:

1948—I wake at two to see
wild oats blond on sloping walls
as the dogs bark in the distance

on coyote business, like always.
Dry years in the San Joaquin,
Dad shipped thin steers in the rain

when I was born, bought some more
to feed on green into July
I can’t imagine possible, but

we stayed the droughts, like always,
in a canyon I’ve never left
for long—nowhere calling,

no other place to claim my tears
of sweat and blood, sentiments scattered
on dry ground like leaves of poetry.

 

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ODE TO THE BULLFROG

Posted on June 18, 2016 by | 1 comment

 

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It’s not a clean world
where frogs can live like kings
on their own island

apart from the main
stream, where stagnant
boils under the summer sun

with new life they trust
will keep them fed
tomorrow. So far

from our marsh
and mire beginnings,
we tidy up instead.

 

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SCALE GATE

Posted on June 17, 2016 by | 1 comment

 

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After fifty years of forgetting
bras and draft cards burning
in a pile on the quad, the colors

red and green every night on TV,
Viet Nam stares me in the face
on a gate that protects the scales

where we weigh cattle, far
in every sense from those days.
A silent nod for Rod and Bill,

for Joel and Waddie, for all
the cowboys who can’t balance
surviving fifty years to zero.

 

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Morning Harvest

Posted on June 15, 2016 by | 4 comments

 

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It’s hard to like summer in the San Joaquin, but my friend Barry Iden suggested that the only good thing about it are the tomatoes, alluding to the fruit and vegetables from our gardens. But full-time jobs when I think about the man, and mostly woman-hours, spent to germinate, plant, irrigate, weed, thin and pick the assorted crops, when I think about the ground squirrels that denuded our apple and pear trees last year, the raccoon families feasting at night and the risk of rattlesnakes lounging in the garden’s damp lushness. If time and money were the only considerations, it might be more economic to shop in town. But last night’s sliced, vine ripe tomatoes with salt, pepper and volunteer basil are not available just anywhere.

With more than half of June thus far over 100° and less than a week away from Summer Solstice, we’re in production: raspberries, strawberries, early peaches and apricots, we’ve fed the neighbors who in turn bring part of their own harvests. And that too, the exchange of produce that brings us together, a throwback to the old ways that makes summer in the San Joaquin more than bearable, but enjoyable.

Last of our crop of weaned steer calves head to town this morning.

 

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MHW 1287 RUGER 010

Posted on June 14, 2016 by | 4 comments

 

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Five years of service: docile daughters
who have daughters of their own
camouflaged in black with bone,

he’s left his stamp, gets along
without much help, keeps the peace
when all the bulls are grumbling

on vacation in the shade. Another world
within the one we own, he could be
human, but with a better disposition.

                                             for Loren Mrnak

 

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TUITION

Posted on June 12, 2016 by | 5 comments

 

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Education was cheaper in the old days
when we memorized dates, declined verbs
and parsed sentences to pieces—

fell in and out of love like puppies
chasing the next pair of shoes
to try on, or not—that’s how we learned

about ourselves. All my teachers are gone,
or busy getting old, but their younger selves
reside in my brain, fuzzy faces reminding me

that honesty is terribly hard to come by.
Everything we need to know is almost free:
an easy payment plan as long as I remember.

 

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Tall Feed

Posted on June 6, 2016 by | 1 comment

 

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Doctoring eyes again this a.m. in our last big bunch of weaned calves, a problem exacerbated by tall feed. Temperatures have been running over 100 degrees, the creek’s quit running, summer’s here.

We’ve another small bunch of calves yet to gather and wean and then we’ll be done with weaning. Dark mornings and high heat have tempered my posting here. Not much in the mood for poetry or photography, but nothing stays the same ( I hope).

 

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