Last day of the month, first day of the week … and clouds on the horizon, barely gathered, as if still deciding which way to go.
A very bright and warm Sunday afternoon along the Corte Madera Creek with the mountain shimmering in the haze and distance. But the water was like freshly cleaned glass, all sparkle and layered reflections. And across the current that lone guy paddleboarding back and forth with such ease. The funny thing is that a short while after I took this picture, I was talking to a friend who thought we should go try this same thing together – and she even tweeted it here.
The world looked orange through my sunglasses as I walked along a nearly deserted road in Corte Madera close to the time of sunset. In that spirit, I took this photo of the distant peaks with my sunglasses over the lens, hoping that the camera will catch that which my eyes saw. It did, with a tiny tweak in Photoshop….
A symphony of scents in the air teased to a crescendo by the slight afternoon breeze…. I can discern only the steady note of jasmine, which is brassy and sweet and insistent. And everywhere the burst of new leaves — some pale green, others, like the maples, a bold spray of red catching the the light of the sun and turning it into wine that drips from delicate twigs.
It’s a very heady experience walking the streets of Greenbrae these days…. It certainly seems to bring out the muse of purple prose and get her all worded up and ready to go to work.
Well then, let the day begin….
Eros & Psyche …
Elliptical clouds … weathering poetry.
The fog gripped the peaks of Mt. Tam today, never letting go, at least not in a way that was visible to me from the angles I could look at it today. Those angles were provided courtesy of the Greenbrae leg of the bike path along the Corte Madera Creek all the way to Remillard Park. Back and forth I went this afternoon, quite a few times, until I put some 10 miles on the bike. It’s a lovely little bike, a Breezer range bike – designed by Joe Breeze, one of the inventors and early pioneers of the mountain bike. But then, I am easy to please as far as bikes might be concerned: it’s been a good couple of decades since I last rode a bike….
The fog rolled in this afternoon. It chilled the air, but infused the light with an edged brilliance.
Summer burst on us with full force this morning, with the temperatures climbing hard and fast early in the day. The mountain glowed from just about every angle today, but this photo that shows the peaks fading into blue, the only one I took today, will have to do. That’s because I exhausted myself with a smorgasbord of fitness activities and now I can barely keep my eyes open, let alone head out with the camera in search of the perfect shot for April 21.
I started the day with a bike ride with a friend who was kind enough to “chaperone” me as I am getting my wheeled legs … It’s been a number of decades since I biked for commuting and for fun, which means that I might as well be a total newbie on the road, especially with all the fancy bikes out there these days. We biked around the Corte Madera path, through the tunnel to San Rafael from Larkspur, then back, and back up on the path all the way to Kent/Woodlands to stop for a spot of brunch at Woodlands Café. Hightailing it back from there on the bike I went home to change for a spin class, followed by what turned out to be hot yoga (thanks to the weather) on the sunny deck at Pelo Cycling & Fitness in San Rafael in an event organized by them with the Corte Madera Lululemon store.
I had plans to go to another event tonight, but I think I’ll be getting only as far as my couch, where I’ll flop for a snooze….