WEARING PLATINUM FOR TWENTY TWENTY-ONE

I was in the kitchen making a cup of tea, mentally composing the opening lines to today's post, as the sky was glowing behind the Torrey Pine across our canyon. "It might be a beautiful day, but I think I may have to walk it alone; can I really ask her to get up at 6am on New Year's Day?" when I heard a shout "I'm up and dressed, let's go!"

We went. Things were looking good for taking the last Seiko in the house on a morning walk.



I tried to save one of the best for last -- my platinum Credor Skeleton.



The moon was no longer full, but it was still huge in the western sky when we hit the sidewalk at Harbor Island. We tried to walk here once before but it was mobbed. But on New Year's Dawn? Not so much...

We walked westward along the harbor, glancing over our shoulders to catch the sunrise.



Across the water at North Island Naval Air Station, a large X was flashing at the end of the runway. We will have to ask Uncle Brownie the Pilot what that X means -- probably Don't Try Landing Here!



The obligatory lone fisherman, enjoying some quiet (until two ladies walked by, one silent and the other talking full volume. We saw them 45 minutes later - same one silent, the other still talking. Loudly!)



Time for a glamour photo.

And time to stop fooling around and get serious about capturing the light burning through the top of this building downtown.

The bird must be fried out there on the water.

Zooming back a bit to show a wider view,

then wider yet with a different setting. Now this is more like what we are seeing. Only 3-4 minutes to see this change in the light. You snooze, you lose the view.



The houses on the hill where we walked a few days ago are reflecting the light back at the water.

And the moon is slowly fading in the distance.



People are flying home after the Christmas Holiday that they weren't supposed to travel for ...



Sailboat, runway light, fishermen -- it's a madhouse out here.



Nobody at the Sailing Club, but what a nice sign they have.



Those hangars again (mentioned a few days ago). Rather than tearing them down, the Navy allowed them to be certified as historical structures.



Here is the first class of Naval Aviators, support crew, mechanics and so on; this photo taken on North Island in 1918.

And here we are fooling around again with our shadows.

Public art incomprehensible and (words fail me)



Backdrop for my watch



Wild Goose is going out to chase fish



Tom Ham's Lighthouse (atop a restaurant) is lit by the early sun.

We get a great photo of the hangars from the other direction, clearly showing the Old Pt Loma Lighthouse on the hill to their left, and to their right, Fort Rosecrans Naval Cemetary.



While we were fiddling around and walking our 1000's of steps, some mist came in and it is quickly enveloping the South Bay, the Coronado Bridge, and downtown San Diego.



The golden colors are gone.

Everything is now blue and gray, so we call it a day.



Thanks for walking with us again.



Shall we tear this one down to see what makes it tick?

I think not! That would really be a sad end to this series.

Cazalea

PS - I do have some incoming, so the deliveryman is the only one who can restart us on these Seiko walks...