The Aquarium, dinner in Santa Cruz–a long, fun day.
The tufted puffins with their golden (Republican candidate’s name) locks swept back over their heads.
There is always an artists’ exhibit in there somewhere, and those jellyfish chandeliers–if anyone starts marketing them I’d be trying to figure out where to put one. Wouldn’t it be fun to watch one of those in an earthquake? (Mild, mild, keep’em mild and entertaining only, that’s all I ask.)
Off to Chocolate, that fabulous restaurant in Santa Cruz, only this time we looked up: if your ceiling has to include industrial pipes, then….!
Home, tired, done. Can’t afford to do all that very often but today was a day that worked out to go so we jumped in the car and went.
And on our way back, taking in the scenery and happy to play passenger so I could, I saw what was either a whale breach out in the Bay or a really big splash of a sea lion in the distance. And I finally figured out what the rows of old towering eucalyptuses silhouetted across the hilltops looked like. They’re a terrible tree for California: they were brought here from Australia in the 1800s to grow quickly for lumber but they make terrible lumber so they were just left to spread. They are magnets for lightning and their oil explodes in fires.
And yet–that variety so prevalent in that area has this airy poof at the top and going down the sides, tethered just enough to the ground below.
Sky jellyfish. And they are beautiful.
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