Noname Creek

It's almost year's end and I still have file cases full of photographic negatives and transparencies to edit. This morning I finally awoke to discover my desk and desktop were also buried in photo cds. Then there are all the electronic files in my former workroom.

This photo management project has not been an easy nut to crack. I've been avoiding the job for 50 years. The problem? I only seem to understand creative naming and filing. And I'm lazy. So, who knows where specific pictures are located and what are they named?

Poppi Popsalotaus

I have long recognized file management as a major life problem without a hint or hope for resolution. Until today...  Today I decided to think differently about this problem and any need of a firm hand to control. 

This problem has now been renamed Noname Creek, a tributary of the Photographic River. And I have decided to jump into the creek only to recreate and then only where most convenient and when it feels best. Solution attained.

I love my cat like Egyptian Pharaohs loved the feline protectors of their souls.

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A California Primer

Joe Kady's yard is special. He's located at the top of a ridge in Hayward, California. 

In the front yard he can look out to see San Francisco on the distant horizon.   In the back yard he can see a steep tree-covered slope with a stream at the bottom and he can hear the gobbling of wild turkies. 

This wild turkey was a solo act. I suspect he was looking for the delectable veggies he found and a few females. Several females passed through later in the evening, but Wild Turkey was long gone. What's so different in the animal world?

Pt. Lobos, on the Monterrey coast of Northern California, has attracted me for over fifty years. Despite the popularity of the park, it has remained a magical place throughout time. You will be seeing more of Pt. Lobos in the near future.

This ridge top road leads to Trail's End, cousin Linda and Mike's Carmel Valley ranch. Not  long ago the top of the ridge erupted in mustard yellow. A lovely road to walk or ride. 

At MidPines, in the foothills of the Sierra Mountains, my eldest son, Christopher, has fashioned a lifestyle for his family that encompasses manzanita, pines, and wild flowers. The aesthetic is humbly simple, colorful, and tactile. There are many more views of this ranch land to show you.

Recent fires, drought, and beetles have taken a toll at Chris' ranch lately. He lost the pines at the top of his hill. Still the manzanita must be managed and the grasses cut in order to deplete potential fuel for fire.

The Catalpa Tree, below, is a new planting to replace the lost pines. Several trees have been planted for shade and fruits.