Too stupid to die…

I’ve always been intrigued by ravens.

I’ve got pictures of them on my bedroom walls; behind one
is feather a raven tossed to the ground near me when grooming.
The Haida story of trickster raven creating the world and
dumping humankind into it just to amuse himself
has always seemed a more realistic description
of our condition than any offered by organized religions.

This one was hovering over Otto, her spread wings twice Otto’s size.
Fortunately she decided Otto wasn’t a threat (0r qualified as dinner)
and left him alone. I do wonder if any chihuahuas or yorkies
went missing that day at Fort Funston.

The blue eye isn’t a photoshop add-on, it’s a reflection of the sky.

Otto and I made it to the beach for sunset for the first time in many many months. I paid for it the next day, but not too badly and oh, it was worth it.

This is a shot taken at Fort Funston, the southernmost coast side of San Francisco, aka Dog Heaven. The area’s one gigantic canine playground, with sand and birds and cliffs and seaweed and smelly rotting stuff and lots of other happy dogs and dog-happy people. Otto, busy sniffing something nearby, passed on participating.

Fort Funston sunset

Looking south towards Pacifica, where the Bay Area keeps the fog machine.