John & Anne Wiley

2012/03/27

Fresh Look

We took friends for a short flight as part of their 50th Anniversary, and we all enjoyed the fresh look of everything after the rain. The air so clear, grass so green, and flowers starting to bloom here and there.

1092 Flower Bridge

1092 Flower Bridge

This old wooden bridge across the tracks out past Bacara looks a little like the Yellow Brick Road thru Oz with the flowers starting to come up. Nearby is another meadow with soft shapes of color.

1094 Spring Patches

1094 Spring Patches

Out the other window were views to the mountains like this area around El Capitan Canyon, where colors are starting to paint the hills.

1100 Cap Colors

1100 Cap Colors

Closer to town the hills were even more colorful with the mingling of lawns and orchards.

1108 Hillside Hues

1108 Hillside Hues

Yet again a short flight over paradise has given us a fresh look at Our Town, our lives, our relationships, and our planet.

2012/03/24

Hermit Hut

Filed under: Flying,Happiness,Has Photos,People,SB Region — John @ 23:14

High on the flank of the Santa Ynez Mountains over Montecito is this cool “hermit hut” with spectacular view.

0794 Hill Hut

0794 Hill Hut

It seems to have emerged from the recent fire unscathed. I like the spartan furnishing in the form of a single white plastic chair, inside in the shade, that you can make out in this next pic.

0799 Chairman

0799 Chairman

As I recall, it’s actually related somehow to a water tunnel or power line. Presumably some hiker carried the chair in and left it for everyone to enjoy. But it’s also fun to imagine an emaciated hermit sitting there in silent isolation, contemplating the meaning of life.

2012/03/23

Some Days

Every day can bring magic, growth and delight for those willing and able to greet Life. This is my belief and experience, even though sometimes it can be challenging to release invitations to negativity and despair. Well yesterday it was especially easy to live in bliss. For one thing, our precious God-Daughter is visiting from CT with our dear friend her mom Julie. We’ve been joined this visit by Molly’s UCSB classmate Sarah, who of course is also a great delight. While the three of them took a playful and nostalgic walk around campus, Anne and I took a friend on a short flight. After texting them when we were taking off, we started out climbing over UCSB so they could see us wave our wings. Some days are just Special, and every moment of that flight qualified. There was thin mist draped over parts of the harbor on the otherwise clear coastline.

0970 Harbor Garnish

0970 Harbor Garnish

Then the enchantment really exploded when Anne spotted this whale close to East Beach.

1014 RainBlow

1014 RainBlow

We circled for several minutes as it swam lazily East before sounding. This one shot captured the mist of a large blow, just as the sun angle changed it from white to orange in the rainbow angle of our “glory” directly opposite us from the sun where our shadow would be. I’ve posted other pix on Edhat and our Photo Page, but here’s one more for today’s blog.

0987 I Was a Whale

0987 I Was a Whale

When precious niece Erin was three I told her about the day I swam a mile out to a humpback mother and calf off Maui. She listened with rapt attention and then began her own story with, “When I was a whale…” We were so charmed by the immediacy of her imagination, and it mirrored our own experience of unity with all Life that is somehow evoked in the presence of whales. Some days seem to powerfully nudge us toward an ever more fully conscious and complete embrace of Life, especially welcome as we near the passing of our dear Dad.

2012/03/22

Oh Planet

Looking at these pix four words inexplicably came to mind: “Oh planet, my planet.”

0729 Montecito to Mountains

0729 Montecito to Mountains

My eye wanders from gentle waves on the beaches of Montecito, up past the castles and quirks of humanity to the ridge with snowy peaks peeking from behind. So relaxing and refreshing to remember being in that moment.

0731 Eagle Look

0731 Eagle Look

Doing a telephoto shot like this is how I imagine an eagle looking for prey. They cruise in “wide angle” and noting a movement they zoom in to decide whether it’s worth flying over for a closer look. Of course, I don’t get to see the pix until we’re back on the ground so often we just fly over for the closer look regardless. 🙂

0733 Carp Glance

0733 Carp Glance

Turning my head like that hawk, I glance toward Carp and focus on yet another slice of the planet spread before our feet. It’s like floating around in a magic bubble with scenes of wonder in every direction.

2012/03/21

Traces

One of the funky old Planet of the Apes flix had a scene with the Statue of Liberty up to her neck in water. Traces of past human activity like that are intriguing for me somehow. Like the Chaco Canyon sites we flew over on a recent Big Adventure. A local example in the making is Matilija Lake at the western end of Ojai Valley.

0654 Matilija Mudflat

0654 Matilija Mudflat

Built for irrigation and flood control in 1947, it turns out the reservoir silted up so quickly and completely it’s now just a high mudflat behind the dam with some water on top. They’ve already knocked the top off the dam, and may completely remove it to rehabilitate the watershed upstream. If all the dams our species has built were left alone for a few hundred years, what would remain?

0656 ET Symbols?

0656 ET Symbols?

Spots like this look like leftover relics of an extinct culture, or maybe plaintive messages to space-faring aliens. Having seen it during Summer, my impression is it’s actually a great RV camping site. Estuary, dune grasses, wide sand, and a long beach just out of frame at the bottom. Close to quaint downtown Ventura, and within walking distance of the harbor. Still, in my imagination it’s enigmatic traces of archeological activity.

What will future generations, cultures and species make of our land use patterns and large construction projects? Is my abstract interest in stuff like this somehow related to the enjoyment I derive from flying over our civilization? How is it that I enjoy flying over both human traces and patterns wrought by wild and natural processes?

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