The Life in My Years

An anthology of life

Here in the San Francisco Bay Area we have boats and plenty of them.  That’s because here in the San Francisco Bay Area we have water and plenty of it; bays, marinas, piers, sloughs,  docks, landings, wetlands, the blue Pacific and San Francisco’s Fisherman’s Wharf. There are endless possibilities for photographing boats and ships. So I get myself out of bed early, tell my dog Lexi “time to get up” and we head out to find boats at sunrise.

Hey Lexi its time to wake up!

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Here’s a little sampling for Friday Fotos.

South Beach, San Francisco.

South Beach is that area of bay shore in San Francisco that is bordered by the Ferry Building on the north which houses the bustling Farmer’s Market and AT&T Park (Home of the San Francisco Giants baseball team) to the south. The busy bayside promenade is an excellent place to run (all the way to the Golden Gate Bridge if you want), relax in one of the small parks or have a nice meal in one of the many restaurants. If you have a boat and plenty of money you can dock your boat at the South Beach Marina.

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Sunrise over the bay at the South Beach Marina

South Beach is one of my favorite places to to catch a sunrise. If I’m fortunate to remain  late enough on a Saturday morning I can have a breakfast of house made corn beef hash and eggs at the iconic Red’s Java House. Red’s has a history that goes back to the 1930’s serving hearty grub to longshoremen when San Francisco was a bustling port town. Back then the breakfast special was a cheeseburger and a beer – hey it was noon somewhere – right?  Follow the link to Red’s Java House.

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Wisps of fog hang over a ship on a bronze sunrise. Taken from South Beach.

 

Emeryille, California

On the eastern side of San Francisco Bay is Emeryville, the last little city before you hit the San Francisco-Oakland Bay Bridge to San Francisco.

Looking for some dawn photo opportunities I found one particular boat that caught my eye and not so much for the boat as its handle – Endurance.  Seemed appropriate as I’ve been a runner for most of my 65 years and the Emeryville Marina has been a favorite running haunt.

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I’ve caught Endurance a few times.  This one was during a golden sunrise

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And this one under a sky tinted pink

Besides being a nice place to run, the Emeryville Marina is a nice place to spend some quiet time. There are little wooded areas with places to picnic; you can gaze at the San Francisco skyline across the bay; you can try your luck at fishing (though I wouldn’t eat ANYTHING out of that water) or you can just bring your book, read and look up now and then to listen to the sounds of the bay.

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Masts reflect on a blue morning

 

The Emeryville Marina is also home to a legendary tiki bar, Trader Vic’s started by Vic Bergeron who claimed to be the inventor of the Mai Tai.  If you like bamboo, rataan and tiki heads then this is the place for you.  Sit at the bar and have some pupus and a concoction that will sneak up on you and get you hammered before you realize that you’ve been drinking 3 kinds of rum mixed with tropical juices.

Follow this link to Trader Vic’s site. Trader Vic’s Emeryville.

Cora and I have had a forgettable 2018. It started with my recovery from a broken foot and then went right into her bout of cancer and the subsequent surgery and chemotherapy. By October the dust was settling and by November it was time to take a short trip.

Half Moon Bay, California on the central Pacific Coast is about a one hour drive from our house in the San Francisco Bay Area’s northeast region. Half Moon Bay was our base of operations from which we explored Pillar Point Harbor about 15 minutes north to the environs of Pescadero about 30 minutes south of Half Moon Bay. Continue reading

 

Firehole 2 copy

Canon EOS 60D 

ISO 125

1/8 sec.  F36  135mm

What looks like a waterfall is actually a flow of water from the crater of the now dormant Excelsior geyser at the Midway Geyser Basin, a place which Rudyard Kipling once described as “Hell’s Half Acre.” The crater measures out at 276 x 328 feet and dumps 199 degree (F) water into the Firehole River at a rate of 4000 gallons per minute.  During it’s active period in the 19th century Excelsior’s spectacular eruptions would reach a a height of 300 feet. In 1985, Excelsior erupted to a height of 55 feet, an eruption that lasted for two days. It last erupted in 1988.

 

Excelsior Geyser Firehole River 1 copy

Canon EOS 60D 

ISO 125

1/8 sec.  F36  100mm

We’ve left Erzulie’s Voodoo Store, strolling along Royal Street. It took some coaxing to get Cora to go into Erzulie’s and she was relieved and happy to leave. Left her a little creeped out, it did. Like most of the French Quarter streets, Royal is a splash of color, heavy on the black, gold and purple. Balconies with wrought iron railings decorated with flowers, bushy green plants a sprinkling of New Orleans Saints banners and cascades of multicolored beads.

Wrought iron rails and fences are everywhere in the French Quarter and the one on Royal in front of Saint Anthony’s Garden is adorned with paintings, colorful renditions of this brash, spirited city called The Big Easy.

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Tricolored Heron taken at Lake Martin Louisiana

Canon EOS 60D

ISO 200

1/500 sec. f/7.1 280mm

This photo was taken during breeding season as denoted by the bill. Normally yellow the Tricolored Heron’s bill turns blue during the breeding season.

The tricolored heron hunts in shallow swamps, lagoons and bayous for fish, amphibians, insects, and crustaceans.

We’re five days past Thanksgiving and the local wild turkeys are strutting around with unabashed self-assurance.

Actually being the honored guest at a family feast is the least of the dangers our local turkeys face. Their only concerns should be a speeding motorist or a hungry coyote. Continue reading

It’s Sunday morning after Thanksgiving and I’m scanning the refrigerator – and I’m not happy. Let’s see, there’s a quart of eggnog, orange juice, a gallon of milk, a bag of spring mix, a plastic container of rice, the usual mayo, mustard a collection of various hot sauces and containers of various leftovers. But on this particular morning I’m not feeling thankful. I’ve got a fridge that’s bulging full and I’m not happy about it. More on this later. Let’s go back to Thanksgiving Day.

 

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