Big Springs Gardens Flowers & Bugs

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We drove up Hwy 49 last weekend to meet a friend for lunch at Big Springs Gardens.  It was a delightful experience.  I realized that I had not been there in at least 10 years.  That is unfortunate because it is one of the most tranquil places that I have ever been.

Monet Inspired Bridge

Monet Inspired Bridge

As we approached the outdoor dining area, I just had to stop and take photos of the flowers, buzzing with bugs.  I’ve determined that the flowers are like bug catchers and I get to be so lucky as to have them lilt and pause for a bit, for nourishment, which leaves me able to snap a fabulous shot.

Orange Sulphur Butterfly

Orange Sulphur Butterfly

No nourishment here, but a metamorphosis near the pond, hidden in the grasses and leaves.

Dragonfly Larva

Dragonfly Larva

I had hoped that I would find more water lilies but it was not to be on this day.  The little blue dragonflies seemed delightfully at play.

Dragonflies on the Lily Pads

Dragonflies on the Lily Pads

Here is just a small portion of the gentle cascading falls that sits near the center of the restaurant.  We were fortunate to meet and chat with the owner and designer of the gardens, Don Phillips.  He feels that the gardens simply let him know what he could do to bring them into the beautiful state that they wished to be seen in.

Springs, turned into soothing falls, at the outdoor restaurant.

Springs, turned into soothing falls, at the outdoor restaurant.

After lunch we went for a stroll on the grounds and found hundreds of cosmos, all being attended to by the bees.

Bumble Bee on Cosmos

Bumble Bee on Cosmos

I thought of my grand-daughter and how she would not have been able to sit still with all the beautiful butterflies, flitting about.

Western Meadow Fritillary

Western Meadow Fritillary

If you’ve got time, look it up on the internet and stop by Sierra City, CA some time.  It’s worth the drive!

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“Patchy Morning Fog”

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Return to the View from Albion River Inn

Return to the View from Albion River Inn

Somehow, my mind told me that the view from the cliffs at Albion River Inn would look the same as they did in my photo taken twenty-five years ago.  The peacefulness remains but the flower garden has grown into something quite wonderful.

Tidepools at Glass Beach

Tidepools at Glass Beach

I had come here in search of simplicity.  I found so much more.  Albion has a certain calmness to it.  The fog horn hums it’s rhythmic tune while the fog gently rolls in and out all day long.  The last day we were there, I awoke in the morning and looked out at the sky.  “Patchy morning fog,” echoed in my mind.  That was the term so often used at KSCO radio in Santa Cruz.  I hadn’t thought of that saying in years, and there it suddenly was again, deja vu.

Hummingbird in Flight

Hummingbird in Flight

Along with the morning fog came the hummingbirds and I took this shot from inside the dining room during breakfast.  I liked the light but when I got home I found a surprise on the right hand side.  The hummingbirds had been out battling each other that morning, but I had missed the fact that I had somehow captured one.

Mendocino Music Festival Tent

Mendocino Music Festival Tent

We stopped and watched a rehearsal for the Mendocino Music Festival.  It was fascinating and I could tell that the performance was going to be an exceptional experience that evening with Alan Pollack playing his saxophone to Bridge Over Troubled Water and the lovely voice of Kim Nalley singing songs of Aretha Franklin.  We had other plans…..

Sunset at MacCullum House

Sunset at MacCullum House

Dinner at the MacCullum House.  It was divine.  It is interesting to me, how very complicated people can make their lives.  I thought this weekend that it surely is easier to have fun then to be in a snit all the time.  We all do know people though, that find little fun in their lives and almost everything to complain about.  I choose fun over unhappiness.  I will share just a couple more photos from last weekend with you and then be on my way.

View from Point Cabrillo Lighthouse

View from Point Cabrillo Lighthouse

Seeking Simplicity and Finding Simplicity…..it’s all around us, like the view from the lighthouse, any lighthouse really, and the beauty, complexity, and simplicity of flowers.

Tiny Seashore Flowers

Tiny Seashore Flowers

Lazy Poppy

Lazy Poppy

Bee in the Thistle

Bee in the Thistle

Dewy Forget-Me-Nots

Dewy Forget-Me-Nots

Finding Splender in the Smallest of Flowers

Finding Splendor in the Smallest of Flowers

So there you have it.  I went to Mendocino, didn’t make it to Fern Canyon.  It was too far to travel, and by not going to Fern Canyon, it was easier to find the simplicity all around me.  The weekend was, simply, lovely!

 

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Seeking Simplicity

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When I started this post, I had been rearranging my house.  Perhaps that is why I am in search of simplicity.  It occurred to me this week that nothing is simple anymore.  Is that just because I am no longer a child or is it because technology hasn’t really seemed to make things less complicated?  I took my car in last week for a little two-day paint job that ended up taking nine days!  Technology can match the paint in a second but who knows what transpired next.  My car is back with me as of late yesterday afternoon and I’m, once again, plugged into my 2,000 + HDD tunes.  This suits me just fine, as I am off to find simplicity.  I’m hoping that it looks something like this…………………..

Misty Morning

Misty Morning

 

Ocean Flowers

Ocean Flowers

Tidepools

Tidepools

Sea Creatures

Sea Creatures

Tropical Sunset

Tropical Sunset

First Green Flash

First Green Flash

Is it too much to ask to see, what would be, my fourth green flash?  I can’t find it if I don’t look.  Simplicity…..I’ll let you know when I find it.  Hope you find your simplicity this weekend.

Peaceful Sea

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I know this is not the best photo, but it’s the only one that I’ve got.  I found it in book #10 of my family photo albums.  You see, I was just surprised with an upcoming trip to Mendocino.  I am so happy to be returning to this section of coastline that I have only been to once before.  I took this shot right after writing the poem that I am going to post today.

Albion May 1989

Albion May 1989

I am looking forward to posting many pictures once I return from the trip, as it was back in 1989, when I was last there.  We are also going to shoot for making it to Fern Canyon.  I’ve only seen pictures of it.  It looks like a very inviting place.  It is quite a drive from Mendocino to Fern Canyon.  So here goes, the poem that I recovered out of my old writing book that my father-in-law gave to me.  He thought that I should fill the pages.  I did, with his encouragement, and two books more.

Peaceful Sea 

Not often am I 

By the sea

To touch those feelings

Close to me

But every living thing

Doeth share

The glorious feelings

They find there

The cliffs do shear

The landscape so

Then disappear

Fog comes and goes

The flowers seem

More brilliant here

Spirits lighter

Do appear

And here my heart seems

To caress

Joy and warming 

Peacefulness

 

Bonnie DiMichele

6/3/1989

Where is one of your favorite places to be?

Day Dreaming

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Sometimes, when I see a place or an image, it takes me to another place and time.  The image below did that for me.  I’ve had a secret for many years now; my entire life, really.  No one in my family knew, and I surely would have had more eyes on me if I had ever told them what I was up to.  We lived on High Street, when I was a small child, in Santa Cruz California, and there was a creek nearby, between High Street and Meder Street.  I took my bucket, plastic shovel, and sifter down to the creek one day.  I left them there in the brush and I would return every so often to play by and in the creek.  I loved hiding under the bushes and letting my imagination run wild.  I would listen for the fifteen minute chiming of the local church clock so I wouldn’t stay too long and be found out.  It probably wasn’t the safest thing to be doing, but there was something magical about the place.  The overgrowth of bushes in this photograph, reminded me of that childhood place, as soon as I saw it.  I have been following http://www.LeanneColePHOTOGRAPHY.wordpress.com  She takes amazing photographs.  I entered a challenge of hers to put words to this photo.  Here is what came to me in the night…….

Leanne Cole PHOTOGRAPHY

Day Dreaming

There are places from my childhood

That I can only be

Those places are like photographs

In my mind to see

The stream that flowed beside my home

The lizards out to play

The soft green grass upon my cheek

Can return, on any day

Those places all have changed so much

But in my mind remain

For thoughts and dreaming innocence

I want them not to wane

It’s here, upon this crusty bench

I know that many come

To conjure up their images

While shaded from the sun

My mind’s memories are colorful

Not left in black and white

They give me peace throughout my days

And sometimes in the night

 

Bonnie DiMichele

6/20/2014

 

Do you have a favorite childhood secret?