Ground squirrel
(June 30) Nothing exciting, just a ground squirrel being a squirrel.
A family resemblance
(June 27) Mama duck and offspring -- not quite ducklings, not quite ducks -- at Rancho Jurupa Park, Rubidoux, CA. This is a lesson learned, and I am a slow learner (or lazy). I shot this on manual, way too dark on a sunny 8 setting (ISO200, f8, 1/800s) by mistake, in that that is my default manual setting and I adjust from there. Even so, with some recovery in pp, the exposure and detail are better than similar shots taken right after this on AV priority. I need to learn to do this on purpose.
Can you see me now?
(June 27) I had a helluvatime just finding this guy each time to focus. I was playing around with adjusting the focus spot (lizards don't work well with center focus if you're starting with their eye as a key spot, since that means one usually cuts off their tail), but each time I took my eye off of him, it took another half minute or so to find him again. Thank goodness he was in "Be the stick" zen mode.
Tuff stuff
(June 26) These guys are very territorial. He considered taking me on too. I went hunting bigger game at the UCR Botanic Garden again today but ended up with the small fry instead. That's why I'm using the 300mm as a macro again.
David and Goliath
(June 25) UC Riverside Botanic Garden
Third generation
(June 24) The great-granddaughter of Don Augustín on the day of a fiesta. She is now grown and married. Sigh.
Read the instructions
(June 23) Same family, two generations down, also circa 1989. These are the grandsons of the gentleman from yesterday, the new patriarchs. They are reading the instructions for installing a solar panel. They are also the family that have been the portal for conservation and research activities in the area.
The Patriarch
(June 22) I'm slowly scanning/digitizing some of the photographs from when I lived in Mexico. This was taken the summer of 1988 or the winter of 1989 with a point and shoot Olympus camera that survived many adventures. It is of Don Augustín, who lived in this area of northern Mexico all his life. He was 10 when Pancho Villa's troops came through the hacienda on their way to take Torreón and Gómez Palacio. His mother hid him under the bed so that the Villistas wouldn't take him with them. I learned a lot of the region's history from this man, but a lot was lost as neither I nor his grandsons always understood him.
Apparently happiness does grow on trees
(June 22) Who knew? This is a rare Helium kitschei tree with fully ripe fruit.