Visitors 8
Modified 21-Dec-23
Created 11-Aug-23
32 photos
Frost highlights grass and soil before the sun rises on the ridge. The Peninsula is waking up, down below. The heavens are golden, toward the sun; salmon pink, away; and deep blue overhead.
Positioning myself east of the lone Valley Oak on the top of the ridge, I watch as the turning Earth brings the twisted tree out of pre-dawn shadow into deep red prominence. Looking back from the other side, the dark tree is outlined against the sky, casting a long shadow on the dry grass.
Flocks of birds position themselves for breakfast. Closer, Northern Flickers and a Western Bluebird pose for me.
Our monthly birding transect splits into two parties for part of the route. This allows me to watch a coyote as it inspects the others. The birders claim they saw the coyote too; they just looked away to continue walking.
Another luminous morning at Jasper Ridge out of Escobar Gate.
Positioning myself east of the lone Valley Oak on the top of the ridge, I watch as the turning Earth brings the twisted tree out of pre-dawn shadow into deep red prominence. Looking back from the other side, the dark tree is outlined against the sky, casting a long shadow on the dry grass.
Flocks of birds position themselves for breakfast. Closer, Northern Flickers and a Western Bluebird pose for me.
Our monthly birding transect splits into two parties for part of the route. This allows me to watch a coyote as it inspects the others. The birders claim they saw the coyote too; they just looked away to continue walking.
Another luminous morning at Jasper Ridge out of Escobar Gate.
Dan Quinn