Walnut Grove
w' painter pals
Drove around a bit on the delta, ended up here - on the Sacramento River
The delta is another world unto itself: the quiet of the water, the abundance of wildlife, greater rule of nature and lesser rule of man, slower paced, more at peace...
A little magic - a pair of sea lions play and catch a fish on the river -
Ducks feed along the river's edge
Sitting on the dock in the sun, letting the river gently rock me
Tide is rising as time passes -
Phillippe was painting at the water's edge and eventually had to move again & again to avoid being swamped.
Little house off the main road catches my eye, I'm drawn to it and simply must capture the image.
Down on Phillippe's beach as the water begins to rise.
I waited for the light to show off the boats in their docks across the river down on Phillippe's beach before it was completely covered with water -
On my way to get a bite to eat, the trees and houses again grab my attention.
The sun is low this time of year & I try to shade the lens with my hand as I shoot straight into it.
My friends have been painting this little group of buildings across the river - my photo doesn't capture what their eyes do, though.
Getting ready to leave, the reflection of the trees in the river captures my attention and my last piece of film.
