This brilliant spectacle was all the more poignant for its transiency. Heavy gray clouds began to darken the space.

As I neared the top, Tomales Bay stretched in the distance.

Seconds later I heard a gentle, "boop" right outside my tent followed by a point-blank scream hitting my head, entering my right ear and resonating to my core.

We encountered Redwood trees. Piro hugged one; we all let out a sigh, oxygen turned to carbon dioxide and carbon dioxide to oxygen, a perfect system.

I would love to go in and see what those bats are up to.

Pearly-pink bindweed offered delicacies to a gnat.

I saw a foaming tree. Why is it foaming?

A banana slug stretched long, feeding on pine needles and oak leaves along the forest floor.

I resisted gentle waves and soft sand and stayed on the trail.

We spotted a Great Egret hunting in Limantour Estero; the scene worthy of a Japanese woodcut.

Dropping onto the dirt trail, I discovered a field of bunnies.

It was hot enough to find lizards sunning on the asphalt.

We communed with lighthouse keepers of the past through their words and artifacts.

It was a wonderful moment to be a seal or a human acting like a seal or a human acting like a human.

Along the way, we stopped to pick up bits of trash and discovered some golden mushrooms growing in the cow patties. These must be magical mushrooms!

Going to get fresh oysters for backyard barbecues is one of the distinctive pleasures of living in Point Reyes.

It is wonderful to emerge from the shadowy green of the forest onto the sun-drenched, elegant beige and blue of the beach.

I walked over the cattle gate and the girls started to rush me. These seemed like teenage cows, all full of curiosity and energy and, thankfully, not too big.

A beautiful scene until my little meerkat started to scoot over the precipice toward the water.

I ponder the elk and the cows, pick-up trash and swoon under the influence of nature's beauty.