Sunday, January 01, 2017

Highlight reel from December Baja field work

Midwinter sunsets in Tecate

Playa Saldamando on a cool grey day

Mexican pride at the border with Baja California Sur

The river in San Ignacio at Los Petates



Elementary school in San Ignacio



Fog zone in the scrub outside Puerto San Carlos

Peninsular population of Cochemiea halei

Recently built, well-appointed suite at Hotel Villas Isabela, the perfect place to begin a whale watching trip

My boatmen to Isla Magdalena

Climbing a high hill on Cabo San Lazaro





Full coverage for this Anglo of Irish descent




Punta Arena on Isla Magdalena

A friendly coyote

Up to near Puerto Magdalena

The crest of Isla Magdalena looking to the southeast

Cochemiea halei flowers



the recently repainted capilla in Puerto Magdalena





Garzas back in San Carlos

Roadside cardon shrine near La Paz

Todos Santos




El Triunfo


La Paz



The beautiful and peaceful courtyard at Las Casitas in Mulegé


Mulegé river

Bahía de Los Angeles


So sere and forlorn here sometimes

But beautiful sunsets. I remembered Sr. Antonio Resendíz again on this trip, cam;ping at Campo Archelon which is still going strong

The winter leafy zaniness of Fouquieria columnaris

The '98 Honda tackling the road from La Chapala to San Luis Gonzaga

Winter storm in La Misíon


Crossing in Tecate

See you again in May

Grandmaster Flash, 59 today. Grandmaster Flash The Message HQ

Born on this date, 1919. Al McKibbon - Tumbao Para Congueros

Chris Potter, 45 today. Dave Holland Quintet - Prime Directive

Saturday, December 31, 2016

we've wandered mony a weary fit

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne!
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne.
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
And surely ye'll be your pint stowp!
And surely I'll be mine!
And we'll tak a cup o'kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
We twa hae run about the braes,
And pou'd the gowans fine;
But we've wander'd mony a weary fit,
Sin' auld lang syne.
We twa hae paidl'd in the burn,
Frae morning sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roar'd
Sin' auld lang syne.
And there's a hand, my trusty fere!
And gie's a hand o' thine!
And we'll tak a right gude-willie waught,
For auld lang syne.
-Robert Burns