My year of observing the SF Bay is coming to a close. Will I stop? Of course not. But I wanted to observe consciously, in four seasons, and see what I could see in a year. Here is a recent entry.
At 6 pm the bay strafed with wind, water dark green, sky pale blue with threatening, moving clouds. At one point the sky opens -- a portal in the clouds for the gods to view the scene below. The aperture ringed with feathery white clouds, undulating. The sky above it the deepest radiant blue.
A note on Japan.
This earthquake and tsunami event was almost beyond probability. I cannot presume to understand the sense of shock and loss in the aftermath. My heart goes out to those who have lost loved ones and to those who cannot return to their homes.