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Posts by Adam Sharron

Which guy? Would love to see some 🐟 photos on film!

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California Flannelbush, aka Fremontia (Fremontodendron californica) in full yellow bloom up close and behind to the bright blue sky.

California Flannelbush, aka Fremontia (Fremontodendron californica) in full yellow bloom up close and behind to the bright blue sky.

A small brown Skipper butterfly (Hesperiidae sp.) perched on top of a Showy Milkweed (Asclepias speciosa) leaf.

A small brown Skipper butterfly (Hesperiidae sp.) perched on top of a Showy Milkweed (Asclepias speciosa) leaf.

A cluster of small brownish California Pipevine Swallowtail butterfly eggs on the underside of a California Pipevine leaf (Aristolochia californica) - planted in an urban Sonoma County garden as the Pipevine is the only food source for the Pipevine Swallowtail butterfly and provides critical habitat.  Clutches of eggs all over this vine point to success!

A cluster of small brownish California Pipevine Swallowtail butterfly eggs on the underside of a California Pipevine leaf (Aristolochia californica) - planted in an urban Sonoma County garden as the Pipevine is the only food source for the Pipevine Swallowtail butterfly and provides critical habitat. Clutches of eggs all over this vine point to success!

The Flannelbush in full yellow voice, a Skipper on Milkweed, and Pipevine Swallowtail eggs on the CA Dutchman’s Pipevine leaves (hopefully soon to be thoroughly chowed 🐛 ) in the spring garden.

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You were included in a Nature Photographers starter pack today. That’s how I found you at least! Looking forward to bad bird pics! 😄

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A New Year’s Day tradition foraging mussels for pasta, aided by the minus tide inverse of the king tides offering up the deep mussel beds on the Sonoma Coast

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There will come soft rains

Sara Teasdale
1884 – 1933
(War Time)

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white,

Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.

There will come soft rains Sara Teasdale 1884 – 1933 (War Time) There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pools singing at night, And wild plum trees in tremulous white, Robins will wear their feathery fire Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire; And not one will know of the war, not one Will care at last when it is done. Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree If mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn, Would scarcely know that we were gone.

Instead of other things, I offer one of my favorite poems, now and forever:

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In places with good bike infrastructure, cycling is a practical and natural way to get around, not a statement about fitness or the environment.

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A night mirror on the pacific coast.

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📌

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We’re not closing the street to cars, we’re opening it to people.

It’s not a low traffic neighborhood, it’s a low air-pollution neighborhood.

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Hachiya persimmon leaf, glowing reddish-orange while backlit by warm autumn sunlight. Leaf capillaries bright and visible like river systems seen from space.

Hachiya persimmon leaf, glowing reddish-orange while backlit by warm autumn sunlight. Leaf capillaries bright and visible like river systems seen from space.

Ripe orange Havhiya persimmons hang from a green leafy branch, bathed in warm and gentle autumn sunlight.

Ripe orange Havhiya persimmons hang from a green leafy branch, bathed in warm and gentle autumn sunlight.

Summer reaching deep into the warmth of autumn. Hachiyas nearly there - now just a game of chicken with the raccoons and jays.

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Please add me as well!

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Thanks for the code! Much appreciated.

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