Category Archives: Woodland

09-Digg

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Greenery

When I get older losing my hair, many years from now, will you still be sending me a valentine, birthday greetings, bottle of wine?

If I’d been out till quarter to three, would you lock the door? Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I’m sixty-four?

Oooh, you’ll be older too. And if you say the word, I could stay with you. I could be handy mending a fuse when your lights have gone. You can knit a sweater by the fireside; Sunday mornings go for a ride

Doing the garden, digging the weeds, who could ask for more? Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I’m sixty-four?

–Beatles

05-Hoto

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Take only photos, and watch where you put your footprints!

Santa Teresa County Park – Coyote Peak

This view is facing north. The downtown skyscraper rooftops of the city of San Francisco can be slightly seen in the top center behind the distant ridge. Click on the image and look closely.

30-Weed

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Flower

prickly backside

Contrasting tones of red and blue create a distinctive mood, contributing to and emphasizing an aesthetic or emotional atmosphere. Is it romance, mystery, or nostalgia of some sort?

02-Hidd

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Prehistoric

There’s a sacred place at Almaden Quicksilver Park that few people know about. A hike there is refreshing to the soul, yet could be exhausting to the body.

It’s a fair trade.

25-Wary

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Assimilate

The stronger the soul and the flesh, the more fruitful the struggle and the richer the final harmony. God does not love weak souls & flabby flesh. The Spirit is a carnivorous bird which is incessantly hungry; it eats flesh and, by assimilating it, makes it disappear.

Kazantzakis

19-Pulp

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Delicious

Baobab Tree

Baobab fruit dries naturally on its branch instead of dropping and spoiling, it stays on the branch and transforms into a hard coconut-like shell. The pulp of the fruit dries out completely producing a delicious pure fruit powder.  

If the opinion that men might live very comfortably on virtue only, be a notorious error; no less false is that position of some writers of romance, that a man can live altogether on love; for however delicious repasts this may afford to some of our senses or appetites, it is most certain it can afford none to others.

Those, therefore, who have placed too great a confidence in such writers, have experienced their error when it was too late; and have found that love was no more capable of allaying hunger, than a rose is capable of delighting the ear, or a violin of gratifying the smell.

The History of Tom Jones, a Foundling (1749) by Henry Fielding