I come here not to look out, but to look within.

Copyright © 2011 Deborah M. Zajac. All Rights Reserved.

To see the Photo Large click anywhere in the photo.

I returned to Pacifica with 3 friends ( T, DD, and PP) for the sunset. As luck would have it the fog didn’t come in, but hung back with just a thin layer of mist floating in the air.
The wave and tide while high again today wasn’t nearly as rough or as high as Saturday last, but I wasn’t able to get down on the other side of the beach to take another shot I had hoped to get.
I wish Pacifica would replace those 2 burned out bulbs! I’ll have to come back when they’ve replaced them.
T said she had heard that the Mavericks were in. “Mavericks is a winter destination for some of the world’s best big wave surfers. Very few riders become big wave surfers; and of those, only a select few are willing to risk the hazardous conditions at Maverick’s. An invitation-only contest is held there every winter, depending on wave conditions.” ~ wikipedia

That explains why there were no surfers here on Saturday evening. They were all down watching the Mavericks.

I read that an OC county surfer Jacob Trette was nearly drowned at the Mavericks on Sunday. He was pulled out of the ocean unconscious by a photographer who was out there in a boat. The story is that he and other surfers were caught by a huge wave that came in and the subsequent waves pushed him down. Trette was put in a medically induced coma, but his condition was upgraded from “critical to fair” yesterday. I hope Trette gets stronger with each new day, and send my sympathy and warmest thoughts to his family. People are keeping you in their hearts and prayers. May you find strength and comfort in family and friends.

Nikon D300s| Nikkor 17-35mm @17mm| f8| 1/25 sec| ISO 160| Manual Mode| On a Tripod| Triggered with Remote Release cable

Pacifica, California| Pacifica Pier| Blue Hour|

Beach Entertainment



Beach Entertainment, originally uploaded by dmzajac2004-.

Copyright © 2011 Deborah M. Zajac. All Rights Reserved.

While I waited for the sunset the gulls came flying in and landed in a line stretched across the beach. I watched them grooming, and squabbling with each other, and wondered why they line up that way?
The waves were huge and the surf was so loud. There was a bit of a breeze that carried the sea spray up which looked really neat, and when the waves hit the pier I bet a few fishermen got wet once or twice.

Who needs TV when this is available?

Nikon D300s| Nikkor 17-35mm @17mm| f8| 1/25 sec| ISO 160| Manual Mode| On a Tripod| Triggered with Remote Release cable

The Highs and Lows in Pacifica

All photos © copyright 2011 Deborah M. Zajac.  All Rights Reserved.

Yesterday, I spent the afternoon in Pacifica, CA. I hiked a new to me trail. I started on the Coastal Trail. My goal was to connect to the  Mori Ridge Trail which would lead me up to Mori Point. There were several side trails but none of them were marked. After about half mile I started asking people who were coming down the opposite way where the trail to Mori Point was.  The second person I asked knew where it was. I had passed it!

I had to go back to the side trail with the 3 viewing benches. Taking that trail led me up. That felt right! Climbing up and rounding a corner was the first marker I saw that said I was on the Mori Ridge Trail.  Once you make it onto GGNRA property I think you’ll find more markers.

Not long after I took the turn onto Mori Ridge Trail I saw an old bunker or storage shed.

It looked pretty cool set back into the hillside.  A quick look inside told me it’s been used for a party or two in the past. There wasn’t anything remarkable in it.  A bench ran along a side wall, and it was filled with a lot of rubbish. The best view was definitely from outside. This bunker got me wondering what this land used to be. In the late 1800’s an Italian immigrant Stefeno Mori purchased 19 acres here and farmed the land.  He raised Brussels Sprouts, and artichokes. He built a huge 21 room guesthouse with a bar, dancehall, restaurant, and an Italian deli.  From the Golden Gate National Parks Conservancy I read that The Mori Point Inn had quite the reputation during Prohibition days. The Inn was operated by the Mori family until the 1940’s.  The farm went into decline and in 2000 with the help of the community, and a Land trust, Mori Point was purchased by the Trust for Public Land and added to the Golden Gate National Parks.

This bunker/shed must be left over from the Mori farm.

From here the trail leads up to Mori Point. Once I got to the top I saw a Para-glider just about to jump off the Point. I quickly grabbed my camera and took this photo.

I have seen para-gliders soaring in the air currents before, but have never seen them actually preparing for their flight or JUMP!  As you see several hikers stopped

to watch the Jump. I was really too far away here and there was another Para-glider who was laying out his sail- glider? Not sure what it’s called, but I changed position and cameras then went

much closer to get a better shot of him jumping off the Point.

Here he is doing his pre-flight rope check,

Then he did something and WHOOSH! The wind caught the sail and it was up and the glider was struggling with the wind, and to get in position to take off.

On the runway,

He’s struggling with the wind which has caught his glider. He’s really pulling hard to run toward the cliff face. It must have felt like pushing against the worst head wind ever.

He got going, but they don’t run. I don’t think they can.  This was tough!  The jump wasn’t really a jump. He just sort of lifted his feet and let the current take him up.  Then he was airborne!

I spoke to him a minute while he was preparing for his flight.  He said it’s the Ridge winds they sail in. Thermal winds are further inland. I hadn’t known that before.

I watched with awe as the two soared high above me and the Pacific Ocean.

Soaring up in the light fog and above me I kept thinking these two were nuts, but at the same time I thought what a thrill it must be!   It was exciting to watch, but I have no desire to try this. Do you?

I left the para-gliders to the ridge winds and headed back toward Rockaway Beach along a trail with no name and no markers. The Ranger at Mori Point told me going this direction would take me out of GGNRA boundaries.

The trail is rugged with loose soil, and lots of ruts from rain runoff.  I stopped at an old foundation that might have been from the Mori guesthouse or Inn to have a look back at Mori Point.

That’s the second paraglider still riding the ridge winds. From here the trail gets pretty steep. You climb another 75-100 feet here to the top. Nearly at the top and before my decent I stopped one more time to look

back.  From up here I can see Pacifica Pier and beach too.

On my descent I had hoped to hook up with the trail I climbed up on making a neat little loop.  Since the trails were unmarked I was guessing and going by sight and feel. Fortunately, it worked just as I had hoped.

I caught the Coastal trail then went over to Pacifica Pier for the sunset.  The beach was nearly empty. I found a pretty view and set up to wait for sunset.  The fog was creeping in and the waves here were huge.  I wondered why there were no surfers here. I’ve seen them here before, but on this Saturday there were none.  There were gulls to watch instead.  They would run from the waves or fight for a bit of food. Gulls are always entertaining, and today was no exception. Then all to quickly I witnessed the day surrender to the night.

I left Pacifica with the sound of the surf in my ears, and the words of  Henry Beston  in my head. He said, ” The three great elemental sounds in nature are the sound of rain, the sound of wind in a primeval wood, and the sound of outer ocean on a beach the adorner and refresher of the world.”

Nikon D300s, Nikon D90, Nikkor 17-35mm and 80-200mm, Tripod, and Remote Release Cable, B+W 3 stop Neutral Density filter

On the Edge of Romance

On the Edge of Romance, originally uploaded by dmzajac2004-.

Copyright © 2011 Deborah M. Zajac. All Rights Reserved.

To see this photo Larger click anywhere in the photo.

“Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.”
~ William Shakespeare Sonnet 116

Sutro Bath Ruins, San Francisco, California, Sunset, Heart Rock, Pacific Ocean.
Nikon D300s| Nikkor 17-35mm

Life in the Slow Lane

Copyright © 2011 Deborah M. Zajac. All Rights Reserved.

Several friends and I got together to go out Lake San Antonio to see if we could spot and photograph Grebes doing their mating dance. On the way we stopped at a little country store for lunch. We ate out on the deck. It was such a fine day. They have a good Meatball sandwich I’m told by my friends. They make homemade pies, unfortunately they didn’t sell it by the slice so I didn’t try any. On the wall of the store is a vintage sign I got a kick out of. It says, ” Coffee. You can sleep when you’re dead.”

Out in the parking tucked away on the side there are a couple of posing stations with silly backboards.  I couldn’t pass up

posing in one.

My friend Tj managed to get photos of us all which you can see if you go to her facebook page here:

After lunch we continued down the road to the South Shore of San Antonio Lake.  I have never seen Grebes doing their mating dance before. I was really hoping we’d see it, and photograph it.  When we first arrived at the South Shore we saw a lot of Grebes. While looking for a potential spot to set up down on the shore we heard the Grebes talking then they started to sing. Alex who has seen them do this dance before said, “They’re singing, they’ll bob their heads, oh, they’re going to do it!” As he was talking we all grabbed our cameras and turned out heads to this pair.

Yes! Up they came out of the water with their heads straight up doing their dance. They didn’t dance very long. Just a second or two. I was snapping away hoping I got something. They were so far away that this is the best shot I have.
As it happens this is only pair we saw doing the mating dance. They are shy and elusive birds.
Whenever we would set up on shore they would move to the other side of the lake.

I’m not sure if that’s a male or female on the right observing, but I kept it in the frame because I liked the diagonal line, and the way it was watching the dance too.

We drove to North Shore hoping for better results, or if not spot some birds of prey.
I did see a Red Tail Hawk, but unfortunately he was too far away for me to get a clean shot with my 70-300mm lens. Dali got a good shot as he was only one of us with a big lens. He rented the 600mm. It weighs 11 pounds!

We spent a lot of time waiting around for the birds to settle down and hopefully come a little closer to our side of the shore.

Alex was pensive,

…and Tj and Rainey decide to take a walk and have some girl-time,

We spent the rest of the day on the North shore, and decided to wait for sunset. That was was worth waiting for! It was gorgeous.

The sunset looking south,

…and the piece de resistance,

The afterglow of a wonderful sunset.  (facing east)

While we only saw one pair of Grebes doing their mating dance the day was not spent in vain. The scenery was beautiful, the day was fine, and the company as my French friends would say, “etait aux petits oignons!”

Nikon D300s| Nikkor70-300mmVR @ 300mm| f5.6| 1/1000 sec| ISO 250| Aperture Priority| Hand-Held

Translation-
Aux petits oignons- first rate (literal translation- from little onions)

Merced River (Orton Effect)

Copyright © 2011 Deborah M. Zajac. All Rights Reserved.

Standing on Swinging Bridge watching the Merced River slowly, and quietly flow west while brothers and sisters built snowmen on the river bank, and Mom’s and Dads had snowball fights, and gaiety and laugher was ringing through the afternoon air, and I was happy.

” When it’s not always raining there’ll be days like this,
When there’s no one complaining there’ll be days like this,
When everything falls into place like the flick of a switch,
Well, my mama told me there’ll be days like this.”
~Van Morrison

There”ll be Days Like This

Nikon D300s| Nikkor 17-35@ 25mm| f5.6| 1/50 sec| ISO 200| Manual Mode| On a Tripod”

“Nature is full of genius, full of the divinity; so that not a snowflake escapes its fashioning hand.” Henry David Thoreau

Copyright © 2011 Deborah M. Zajac. All Rights Reserved.

This place is a favorite location for so many tourists and photographers, but I have a really hard time seeing or feeling the shot here. I think it’s a beautiful place, but what I see doesn’t translate to the viewfinder.
This is just at the beginning of the bridge looking back toward the Three Brothers which are shrouded in cloud cover in this scene.

This is another photo that came out looking Black and White though it was shot in color. It was a very gray, and rainy day. The bridge was icy, and slippery. I think I need cleats for my snow boots.

Nikon D300s| Nikkor 17-35mm @ 20mm| f16| 1/15second| ISO 200| Manual Mode| On a Tripod