These wildlife paintings line the bridge path over San Pedro Creek in Pacifica. I pass them when I walk from the Linda Mar Beach parking lot over the bridge to the surf shop, where I rent a board and wetsuit. And I see them again when I return the equipment.
The Picasso-y pelican was an instant favorite, but the other guys have grown on me. They are sweet, and sometimes quite menacing, which I enjoy.
A small plaque on the heron painting indicates that the paintings were created by members of Sheila Gamble Dorn’s 3rd grade class, 2003-2004. It also reads “Don’t Bust on These”. No way, guys! Your paintings are awesome.
My Pal (Pelican)
Flappity doodle, I like this guy. (Egret)
A penguin either throwing up both wings in protest, or honking his beak and conducting with other wing. (Laughing Gull)
Jolly Heron
Unsure of species.
Certainly a dark lord. (Red Tail Hawk)
Turtle on log. Apropos, as the creek is quite polluted. And flows onto the beach.
That’s kind of how I feel about missing tonight’s performance of San Francisco Opera’s Il Trittico. I can barely stand it, and I’m not exaggerating that much.
This is one of those transcendent productions that seem to come along maybe once a season. At the opening performance on Tuesday, Gavanelli and Racette inhabited their roles completely. The orchestra was together. The sets were bold without overpowering, which is impressive given the op art backdrop in Gianni Schicchi. All this from a Puccini hater. (A smart libretto and great singer/actors make all the difference.)
It’s definitely a Klaus Kinski of a production.
Also, Mick Jagger thinks he’s in the “Dancing in the Streets” video. Jason Robards sort of gets a pass because he was ill at the time.
