Category Archives: Weather

Long fingers of Dora

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Dora's Arms

No doubt, everyone is glad that Hurricane Dora went from Cat 4 to a tropical depression in the blink of an eye, along with moving broadly westward way from the coast. While we’d all like some rain, no one emraces the potential destruction of a hurricane.

Dora

This evening, long tendrils of Dora’s arms reached across the peninsula into the bay of Loreto. Winds continue to froth the sea’s surface and bend the palm fronds downward. The breezes have lowered the temperatures – at least for a while – and the dogs and I celebrated with a short beach walk.

Water drop kisses

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Afternoon Rainbow

An afternoon storm swept in quietly without much wind or fanfare.  The sky had been cloud filled, but toward four o’clock, light grey turned to dark, and heavy drops fell intermittently.

There is such magic in the desert when there is rain, especially when it passes through without floods or washed roads.  The afternoon shower was brief, but delightful.  Buster and I walked north toward the distant point, laughing at the drops, watching the birds fluff the feathers.

Vulture & Osprey Holding Court

On the branches of a tall cardon, a vulture and an osprey seemed to be holding court.  Their watchful eyes searching for food, even at some distance for the osprey from the water.

As the storm passed through, the droplets became heavier, but still felt like kisses.  All of a sudden, a rainbow – that magical golden arc of light – crossed the sky in front of me.  What a perfectly delightful way to celebrate Friday.

Day Two 2011

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Will I ever tire of the sunrise?

Sometimes I think, “enough.”  But no, I  grab the camera, capture the light.  There is always something different.  Clouds shifted, glassy seas or wind swept, the sky a range of color fields.

In the stillness, the air gathers in on itself and slowly exhales in rhythm with the sea.  It is a song that musicians cannote capture, no matter the longing.

The gathering of seabirds, in search of their first meal.  The flap of wings, the throaty call of the heron, the high pitched whistle of the tern.  The splash of fish, slap of wave, rustle of palm branches.

In the distance, a rooster reminds his brood that it is once again day.  Dogs echo and their woofs and howls call to one another, an ancient language replayed in the debut of another dawn.

August Thunderheads

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August Thunderheads

Sultry summer days with the humidity almost as high as the water.  The skies open to wonder and as the winds pick up, the chance of shower increases by the hour.

Everyone drips and whines about the temperatures, yet the summer is so beautiful.  The easy days of spring have given way to the late blooms that are stark in comparison with the dry desert.  A wild array of pink shrouds the mesquite.  Yellow blooms on the cactus and a flowering vine beckon birds and bees that provide a hum against the background of sea slap and wind rattles.

Time for a tall glass of iced tea and a book in the hammock. Lazy afternoons just begging for siesta.

Thunder & Lightning

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Palms Sway
Brown Booby Flies into the Storm
Storm Clouds Building
Lighthouse and Clouds
Panga Heads for Home

Cloud shrouded sunrise gave way to darker clouds rolling in from the south.  The wind picked up and the dogs and I took to the beach in search of ?? whatever we might find.  Lightning bolts zapped from cloud to sea surface and thunder rumbled across the water.  Still no rain.

We looked at shells, watched brown boobies soar on the currents and pelicans chase pangas that were racing back to marina trying to outrun the storm.  Buster picked up another feather.  Shorty tipped his white toes into the water.

About an hour later, the wind crested and the storm rumbled through.  Ampified thunder bounced between island and the peninsula and BIG drops started to fall.

It as almost as if I could hear the earth sigh.  A long time ago, I had produced a photo series called, “The Desert Dreams of Water.”  There is such magic in the desert landscape – a flash opening into scents that remain sequestered under the hot son.  The blend of sea smells and the moist landscape is nearly hypnotic.

As with most summer storms, the darkness passed – almost too quickly – and left a whitish grey cloud clover with soft drops that continue to fall.  Can’t wait to see the rage of flowers in the next week.

Morning Notes

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Skies blue, sun rising and the temperatures again warm.  My turns to shorts and t-shirts.  Second cup of coffee.

Buster sits on the beach with Shorty and Diego howling at the pelicans that float just beyond an easy reach.

The birds twitter bouncing tree to tree.  It feels like springtime, but it’s only the 4th day of February.

Dinner last night at 1697, Norma and Kirnin’s wonderful restaurant on the plaza.  We drank red wine with Alexander Ogilvie, our friend and owner of Loreto Realty.  Pizza and pasta.  Warm tables close together against the evening chill.  Dee Wise comes in for dinner.  I haven’t had the chance to spend any time with her.

Why am I never here long enough?

Hot & Humid

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Hot & Humid

Hot & Humid

It is HOT and HUMID .. Weather preditions are for 98° with a heat index of 105°   Perspiration drips down my neck and cheeks, but there is nothing better than being here – next to the sea.  The sky sits on the water as if they are two and the same element.  No wind.  No motion.  Grey and blue grey and grey blue.  Monochromatic …