a large drop of sun













“A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east.”
~ John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath

one last day at Muir Overlook
Marin County, California
where this magnificent Peregrine Falcon returns to her nest each evening

last light of day


The world’s big and I want to have a good look at it before it gets dark.”
~ John Muir

Muir Beach
Marin County

home ocean


“The Pacific is my home ocean; I knew it first, grew up on its shore, collected marine animals along the coast. I know its moods, its color, its nature. It was very far inland that I caught the first smell of the Pacific. When one has been long at sea, the smell of land reaches far out to greet one. And the same is true when one has been long inland.”
~ John Steinbeck

Muir Overlook
at sunset

Mill Valley, California

Pacific sunset

Pacific sunset- copy

“The light was different here in California.”
~ Heidi Freestone

We squeezed in so much in just five short days
I hope to post bits and pieces here as I go through all
the images and re-live
our trip to Northern California
But for now, it’s back to reality
and to beautiful autumn here in New England

I wish you all a happy weekend!

one of those days


This was one of those perfect New England days in late summer where the spirit of autumn takes a first stealing flight, like a spy, through the ripening country-side, and, with feigned sympathy for those who droop with August heat, puts her cool cloak of bracing air about leaf and flower and human shoulders.

~Sarah Orne Jewett