More “frozen” water. This was shot outside at night using just the camera’s flash. The strong highlight on the left comes from the bottom of a dog bowl that I was using as a reflector.

37°16’34.55″N 122° 9’7.03″W
I came across this coyote carcass on my mountain bike ride this morning, once again in the Santa Cruz Mountains. The spine was right on the property line of the Jikoji Zen Temple and Retreat Center. Despite their peaceful name, I’m not messing with those guys.

I didn’t know what kind of animal it was when I was up there, but the spine was almost 3 feet long from the hipbone (left) to where the skull would attach (right), so clearly a large animal. The thin ribcage and tall dorsal bones made it easy to identify online.

38°24’38.86″N 122°43’1.96″W
…this is what I’d look like.
Sweet.

My sister and I are helping my Mom do some house hunting. One of the houses we visited had a funky workbench in the garage cobbled together with parts from desks, a refrigerator and miscellaneous other things.
The sign nailed to a bottom drawer is what really caught our eyes, though.

37°27’50.00″N 122°17’53.34″W
A side entrance to Fioli Gardens has two stone towers. This is a detail of the window in one of them.

These are the cameras I use regularly. A Canon 10D, an Olympus Stylus770SW, and a Motorola Razr V3.
The picture was taken with the Canon and the Olympus and comp’d together. If you look closely, the image on the screen of the Olympus is looking over the top of the Canon looking at the felt set up for this picture.
How

37°18’48.70″N 122°11’16.07″W
Alpine Pond, which is actually in the Santa Cruz mountains.

37°25’59.97″N 122°10’8.01″W
This is a sculpture by Andy Goldsworthy installed at Stanford. It is made from sandstone recovered from buildings destroyed in the 1906 and 1989 earthquakes.

I love Goldsworthy’s work, and it’s wonderful to have a piece so close to home.

Photographing it was quite a challange – it’s difficult to convey the size and dimensions of the work.

37°47’5.25″N 122°24’23.97″W
Taken, surprisingly, during rush hour at the Powell Street BART station.

I really wanted to do this to my router around midnight last night when it decided not to work anymore, but I guess the cold concrete helped persuade it otherwise.

This felt good, too. There is some catharsis in exacting revenge on a drive that crashed.