Uninvited company. Living in the hills, we get allot of casual company. Some slither in. Some, like the crane earlier today, swoop in for a quick bite to eat.
This purr-tee darling walked in and made herself at home. This time, it wasn't my garden the bobcat graced. It was that of photographer Gene Sasse.
I first met Gene at Roger's Garden's in Corona del Mar at a Garden Writer's Association regional meeting. We probably first struck up a conversation at a Southern California Horticultural Association meeting at Griffith Park. Then, we were touring Greenwood Daylily Gardens in Somis at the same time.
We have worked together on a few projects since then. And it is always a pleasure. We both love the great outdoors. We live in different cities, but similar geography and wildlands interface issues. Although, when Gene sees a rattlesnake in his front yard, he is likely to move it someplace safer. That would not be my initial reaction. In fact, the snake's safety would never be a consideration, let alone make it to an action item.
Our collaboration works because we communicate through different arts. Gene, as photographer, speaks through images. I, as a writer, sketch with words. However, our goal is the same. To create on a flat surface, a thought or feeling which leaps from the page and lands firmly in the soul of the person viewing what we craft .
Photographs by
Gene Sasse Photography
5288 Ranch Gate RoadAlta Loma, CA 91701909-
941-3993 Studio 909-319-6101 Cellwww.genesasse.com
used with permission.
The bobcat would have fascinated me, but since I walk the hills, it would have made me nervous !
ReplyDeleteAnd I would have had the same reaction to a rattlesnake that you do, Lydia !
That is a good descriptive of the emotional impact of seeing a bobcat. Nervous fascination. May is the month we are most likely to spot one walking the neighborhood.
ReplyDeleteIt was several months ago that I looked out the back window in time to see Mr. Bobcat wadering by on our spa and pool deck. I raced into the family room for my camera. He stood still for a minute when he got to the grass but then was too quick for me. By the time I had camera in hand he was squeezing thru the fence into the wilderness.
ReplyDeleteLydia, you KNOW what I think of rattlers! :( Daryl just killed a baby one on our front sidewalk. We have more than our share up here so I say kill those suckers before they kill us! Yikes!
XO Trisha