mybigbackyard's PhotoBlog

Leader

2008-05-11T14:26:05Z

Only one man in a thousand is a leader of men, the other 999 follow women. ~ Groucho Marx Washington Park, Laramie, Wyoming. Doesn't the tree in the center look like the gang leader?

Open Road

2008-05-09T19:16:46Z

Afoot and light-hearted, I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path before me, leading wherever I choose. Henceforth I ask not good-fortune—I myself am good fortune; Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing, Strong and content, I travel the open road. ~ Walt Whitman Highway 287, central Wyoming.

Curve of the earth

2008-05-08T20:29:44Z

Those who dwell among the beauties and mysteries of the earth are never alone or weary of life. ~ Rachel Carson Along Interstate 80 in southern Wyoming, near Laramie.

Life's a Beach

2008-05-05T19:45:48Z

Roll on, deep and dark blue ocean, roll. Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain. Man marks the earth with ruin, but his control stops with the shore. ~ Lord Byron Monterey Bay, California

Beggar

2008-05-01T20:00:57Z

He wrapped himself in quotations - as a beggar would enfold himself in the purple of Emperors ... ~ Rudyard Kipling

Carmel Mission

2008-04-30T19:22:54Z

The Mission San Carlos Borromeo de Carmelo (also known as the Carmel Mission), dates from the late 18th century, and served as headquarters to the famed Father Junipero Serra. Father Serra founded the first of California's missions in San Diego in 1769, when he was 56 years old. He was only 5 feet, 2 inches tall, suffered from asthma and one of his legs was seriously injured. Yet Serra himself established nine missions in California, with a total of twenty-one missions eventually being established along the El Camino Real, from San Diego to Sonoma, a distance of 700 miles. On August 28, 1784, at the age of 70 and after traveling 24,000 miles, Father Junipero Serra died at Mission San Carlos Borromeo and is buried there under the sanctuary floor.

Egg

2008-04-29T20:14:46Z

The sky broke like an egg into full sunset and the water caught fire. ~ Pamela Hansford Johnson There's nothing quite like a sunset over the Pacific Ocean. Monterey Bay, California.

On the sands of Monterey

2008-04-28T18:25:18Z

Now that you have spelt your lesson, lay it down and go and play, Seeking shells and seaweed on the sands of Monterey, Watching all the mighty whalebones, lying buried by the breeze, Tiny sandy-pipers, and the huge Pacific seas. ~ Robert Louis Stevenson Another shot from our trip to Monterey - you can't get much different from Wyoming than this!

Robinson Jeffers slept here

2008-04-27T22:59:57Z

Carmel Point The extraordinary patience of things! This beautiful place defaced with a crop of surburban houses- How beautiful when we first beheld it, Unbroken field of poppy and lupin walled with clean cliffs; No intrusion but two or three horses pasturing, Or a few milch cows rubbing their flanks on the outcrop rockheads- Now the spoiler has come: does it care? Not faintly. It has all time. It knows the people are a tide That swells and in time will ebb, and all Their works dissolve. Meanwhile the image of the pristine beauty Lives in the very grain of the granite, Safe as the endless ocean that climbs our cliff.-As for us: We must uncenter our minds from ourselves; We must unhumanize our views a little, and become confident As the rock and ocean that we were made from. ~ Robinson Jeffers Ross and I traveled to Monterey Bay, California for our anniversary this year - an extraordinarily beautiful place where we met and married 21 years ago. The poet Robinson Jeffers built a house in Carmel in the teens of the twentieth century, and we toured it on Friday. A gorgeous weekend, and one we plan to repeat.

Deliberation

2008-01-23T17:08:45Z

Hmmm. Serious deliberation. Should I sit here looking regal? Or should I attack the creature with the camera? Choices, choices.... I think this is a young Ferruginous hawk. Near Ethete, Wyoming