Monday, May 08, 2006

Shorebird Marsh: Claimed by Zach

Sunday we took a short drive to a little wetlands I’ve seen off the 101 for years and always wanted to visit.  In the springtime it sprouts thousands of tiny ground-hugging yellow flowers, and the little islands and fingers of land that extend across it at low tide look like they’re made out of pure sunlight.  This year the heavy rains have made the marsh fuller than usual and there wasn’t so much exposed land for the flowers to call home, but it was still startling to see what had been left over the waterline, and the whole area was beautiful and serene, full of many different kinds of birds and arresting views.  The area, as it turns out, is called “Shorebird Marsh,” and it’s in Corte Madera, just in from Mill Valley.  Here’s some photos of the area, and its most esteemed visitor, enjoying the crap out of himself (not, thankfully, literally). 

There was some kind of tented activity going on at the south end of the marsh.  Here’s what it looks like, across the mudflats and golden shores and the lake and such.  We do not know what was happening in the tent.  Secretive bastards.

Zachary enjoyed his outing.
(please excuse the snuffly crud - he’s been getting over a bit of a cold.)

Talk about an “arresting” view: Just east of our oasis for migratory birds and other avian wildlife, you get a particularly good view of this charming facility.  When you’re named after a saint whose other most famous namesake is responsible for producing Reservoir Dogs, you know you run with a tough crowd.

Zack is now starting to take a few steps on his own every so often.  This unstaged depiction conforms to all network protocols for non-fiction photography; all events, real or depicted, represent verifiable facts.

Here’s a final shot across the marsh looking out to Mt. Tam, where we were last weekend. 

It’s hard sometimes to believe I live here.  Hell, it’s hard sometimes to believe I, but you gotta work with what you got.