It's a singular pleasure, this Saturday morning, to sit on my back porch, with the luxury of freedom to simply update this blog and watch for an elusive hummingbird to come within range of my camera. There, just now, she's appeared, but I dare not move to fetch my camera, lest her visit is too brief to shoot.
This tiny creature flutters around my yard up from the heather and jasmine vines to explore the apple and plum trees. She flits about so suddenly that she's easy to track but almost impossible to capture on film.
The sky is pure blue today following a period of fog and clouds. High overhead a half dozen seagulls circle; from their elevation this entire city is visible as the 49-square mile peninsula it is, a slender slice of land, green and white, thrusting out into the vast blue ocean.
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Now it's afternoon. We've checked in at a hotel at Coyote Point, partway down that peninsula, on the Bay side. This is the next step up from a "staycation," in this season of high gas prices. It's a mini-cation, just down the road. It will last exactly one night.
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