Taking Our New Photographs Made Me More Aware of How the Sun Lights Up Our Day

When Larry and I decided to upgrade The Lifely Group websites, one of the first things on the list was to have professional photographs taken. For the most part we were using miscellaneous photographs that were taken with cell phone cameras in different times and places. It was all we had at the time.

But then with covid shutdowns I thought I would not be able to hire a photographer.

I was trying to figure out what to do when I received an email from Groupon, offering photographic services. The services being offered were in Florida, where I used to live, but it gave me the idea that perhaps photographers were available and I could get the photographs I wanted.

So I went online and searched for local photographers and a site came up.

The first listing was for Natural Portraits and Events. After describing what they do there was a little graphic that said


The Christmas Tree Forest

A Norfolk Island Pine tree.

It’s now less than two weeks before Christmas and the other day I asked Larry’s Mom if she wanted a Christmas tree. She said yes.

I thought Larry and I would need to go buy a Christmas tree. But then this morning when I woke up I went outside and there was a potted Christmas tree just sitting there on the front porch.

I told Larry it was there and he said, “It’s our Christmas tree from last year.” I had completely forgotten our whole adventure about this tree!

Here’s what happened…

Abundance at the Beach

Whole, intact California Moon Shell that Larry found lying on the beach. To find one of these is very unusual.

After our dramatic transformation as a result of spending two whole weeks living in an intact ecosystem near the Pacific Ocean, Larry and I made a decision to spend every Friday at a local beach we like. We’ve been going there off and on over the past few months to be in a different environment and breathe the clean oxygenated air while we work on a book project we’re in the middle of, so it just felt right to schedule every Friday at the beach.

This beach is very different from the one we had been spending time at during those two weeks away. There, the beach was very rugged with crashing waves. Though it is right near the mighty Pacific Ocean, it is in a little bay, protected from the pounding surf to the west by a wall of hills. So we get the very clean air, but quiet water. There’s aa sandy beach with waves lapping at our toes. People bring their boats and kayaks out to fish. Right now it’s crab season, so we see crab cages hoping to catch the prized Dungeness crabs.

Re-creation on the Rugged California Coast – Part 2

For the past two weeks, Larry and I have been housesitting for our friend Joseph and taking care of his cat “Kitty” while he is away. This post is about the second week. Read about the first week at Re-creation on the Rugged California Coast – Part 1

Here’s more about what it’s like to live in this place out on the rugged edge of the California coast and also tell you some experiences we are having.

A Different Kind of Beach

We are living amazingly close to a beach that is unlike any beach I have ever experienced.

This is not like “going to the beach” where you pack up your things and drive somewhere to a nice gentle beach where you can take off your shoes and have the waves kiss your toes. Or like the beach we used to go to in Florida where the waters of the Gulf of Mexico were so warm we could easily go play in the shallow water.

First, this beach is with me 24 hours a day…

The Night a Tree Didn’t Fall on Us, the Day a Hurricane Didn’t Hit Our House, and Other Times We Were Safe When the World Around Us Was Not

Larry and I survived the magnitude 6.9 Loma Prieta earthquake in 1989, mist a wide-are of destruction.

I was prompted to write this by a conversation I had this morning, with a friend I have known for many years.

She remembered something I had written years ago when I was living in Florida, about redirecting hurricanes. Which Larry and I did. During one of the hurricanes we experienced while living there, a powerful hurricane was forecast to hit us directly. We were ordered to evacuate but decided the best place for us was right in our own home. Many other local residents evacuated to a county to the east. We sat and watched the hurricane approach on TV, and just at the last minute it veered east and hit all our neighbors who had evacuated.

She asked me about rerouting other natural disasters and specifically, could I reroute an earthquake, which was her greatest concern since she lives in San Francisco and a once-every-100-years magnitude earthquake was now 15 years overdue.