Most of the time, Williams Creek, which runs through my back yard, is the cause of headaches. In the winter it tends to flood, and the rest of the year, I’m pulling the weeds or cleaning up the silt that the winter floods brought. But every once in a while, I take a break from my chores and visit the creek when the water flow is down.
When ever I do take the time to enjoy it, I come away marveling that here, right in my back yard is scenery that other people go on vacation to see. I spent Memorial Day hiking around the banks and in the creek bed. I saw an eel, discovered a new plant, California Manroot, growing on one bank, took both detail shots and panoramas, such as this view of the creek bed, which is like a miniature Fern Canyon.
Well I missed a few POTM postings because Christmas day an Eel River Disposal garbage truck pulled out right in front of me while I was riding the KLR650. I was lucky I didn’t actually hit the garbage truck, but I did injured my foot and ribs in the crash that ensued while trying to avoid doing a Wiley Coyote impersonation. So while I was recuperating from the injuries I wasn’t able or interested in going out to take photos.
This month I was finally able to get out, and after many postponements for bad weather, Mo and I finally found a nice evening to take some photos at the South Spit in Loleta. While doing our Victorian shoot in December, Mo demonstrated her awesome flexibility, so I wanted to do a shoot with her based on some of her yoga and gymnastic moves.
During Ferndale’s hospitality night, Lori and I made our usual rounds of our favorite stores in Ferndale, and one that has always enchanted us, even before we moved here, is the Golden Gait mercantile store.
Filled with all kinds of wonderful merchandise downstairs, including my favorite brand of licorice, the Golden Gait is always a wonderful place to stop in and shop or just browse. If you do, don’t miss the trip upstairs, where there are displays of vintage store windows with mannequins wearing true vintage clothes, and many, many vintage items displayed around them.
In one window I noticed a really nice pair of Victorian shoes, and since I had a shoot planned with Mo, who has really tiny feet, I asked the owner, Julie Knowles (no relation) if I could borrow those shoes for the shoot. She graciously loaned them, and I’m so glad because they added so much to the shoot. We have some reproduction shoes, but they’re not like the wonderful button down shoes I was able to use. Having the right shoes makes my “soiled dove” image look far more believable.
I recently started working a second job as a paratransit driver for City Ambulance in Eureka. This is the first time I’ve commuted to a job in over 30 years, so that is a big change. I do enjoy the drive to Eureka though, as it’s a beautiful driver through Ferndale and up 101.
One morning this month I was doing my normal commute when I noticed this very weird cloud formation. I had never seen such a straight edged cloud before. It made me think of Dr. Who, where there are rips in the universe. I watched for aliens the rest of the way to work but didn’t see any, and I didn’t hear of any cities being destroyed either, so maybe it was just a cloud.
As the fall weather approaches, it’s time to relax indoors by the fire. Toshma brings us back to the 20s, when flapper girls rebelled against the norms for previous good girl behavior. Fortunately for Toshma and our parlor, the smoke was provide by Photoshop. The brassiere and tap pants are from our vintage clothing collection.
While doing a shoot with a model on the lost coast I found this dried piece of seaweed and we used it for a few of the photos. The photos from the shoot weren’t all that great, due to the fact that the wind was sandblasting us both making her uncomfortable, and I was worried about ruining my camera equipment.
I really liked the piece of seaweed and thought it had potential just to display and so I brought it along when we left. If you look closely you’ll find a couple of embedded seashells.
Big Red is a 1955 American LaFrance fire engine that served Ferndale from 1955 to 1977, when it was sold to Westhaven. A few FVFD firefighters from Company 2 bought it back with the intention of restoring it, but after a few years of slow progress they decided to donate it back to FVFD.
Earlier this year a small group of us decided to spend our Tuesday nights getting the engine running again. First on the list was redoing the brakes and getting it a new set of rubber. Our hope was to have it running again in time for the Forth of July rides, but we missed that deadline. Finally in late July we took it for spin on a beautiful warm evening, and then a couple of weeks later we decided to give it a well needed bath.
This month I spent a lot of time with the fire department, mostly going out with Tender 6 to supply water. This photo was taken at a small vegetation fire near Bridgeville. We responded along with 3 engines from CDF (one a borrowed engine from Whitethorn) and also the water tender from Carlotta.
As I write this I am getting packed to head out tomorrow for a 3 day stint with Engine 3 out in the South Fork Mountains somewhere. A huge number of lightning caused fires have scrambled engines from all of the local departments.
Back when we lived in San Jose, we visited the San Jose Municipal Rose Garden one spring when their Cécile Brünner rose arbor was in full bloom, and it was a spectacular site. That was the inspiration for constructing and planting our 150 foot long Cécile Brünner rose arbor at our house in Ferndale.
The arbor has 18 rose bushes, all propagated of the last two remaining bushes we had from our first attempt at planting roses in the front yard. Of the original 13 we planted, most were instantly destroyed by the local population of deer, a problem we never had with our roses in San Jose.
When we did the flood control work in the front yard, we moved the remaining roses to the back yard and then built the arbor. That in itself was a long process, as life intervened and we had more important problems to take care off. When it was finally finished, I moved the two remaining Cécile Brünner roses to flank the gate. I then started propagating the bushes for the remainder of the arbor. Some of them are still getting established, but by next year it should look pretty balanced for the full length of the arbor. It is going to require a major pruning next winter as it’s getting so big the house is disappearing behind it. But when it’s in full bloom it is a sight to see and smell.
April flowers bring May flowers. That’s the popular saying. Only this year there weren’t very many April showers, and really no amount of snowfall in the nearby mountains.
Route 1 runs for 50 miles along the ridge of the South Fork mountains, at an elevation of 4-5 thousand feet. Some years I haven’t been able to get through even in July due to the lingering snow. This year, I was able to make the full length ride in early May, without a single trace of snow on the ground. In fact, much of the grass was already drying out.
Being able to get up there that early in the year, I was expecting I might see different wildflowers than my normal rides later in the year. This display of lupines on the hillside caught my attention. When I passed my favorite wildflower patch I saw that they were still just getting started, but unfortunately it looked like someone grazed their cattle through that area so I’m not sure it’s going to be a good display there this year.