I do hope for fair skies at Halibut Point, but there are days when the urge to get there overpowers sketchy weather.
White Oak over the Bay View Trail |
And so I found myself at the Park one recent morning carrying not the usual telephoto lens for distant wildlife but a standard lens suitable for dim light and close-up subjects. Parts of the landscape had a luscious quality brought out by the rain.
The quarry rim, muted by the rain |
As a tradeoff, some terrain features that would have been picturesque on clear days looked dull in the gray light. My vision needed some re-orientation.
Oxeye daisies |
White flowers that would ordinarily be lost in the glare of sunny days splendidly brightened the gloom.
Surf line |
White traces of surf at the shoreline contrasted merrily with recessive tones of the sea, sky, and stone.
Common mullein |
Felty leaves of mullein plants glowed glaucous to mint-green alongside the Bay View Trail. Their rain-beaded geometry shone from the shadows.
Catbrier leaves and flowers |
I found muted microcosms in the diffused light that might easily have been overlooked in the expansive vistas of sunny days.
Gray Catbird |
A Catbird kept up its banter to fill the void with birdsong borrowed from absent or quiet species.
Baltimore Oriole |
A Baltimore Oriole, one of that mimic's few vocal companions this morning, was recognizably part of the Catbird's repertoire. Its neon plumage and sharp whistles pierced the fog.
Soggy Oriole |
The Oriole kept singing from its treetop perch despite soggy feathers.
Wild geranium |
Late spring still offered colorful spots on the woodland floor.
Cinnamon fern and raindrops |
Fern fronds, reflections, and raindrops livened up patterns at a pond.
As I emerged from The Back Forty eye to eye with a deer who seemed curious at my presence and purposes. I wonder....