From a run at Ahmanson Ranch.
From a run at Ahmanson Ranch.
Study of a mushroom-like arrangement of newly sprouted Big Leaf Maple Leaves. From Sunday’s Red Box – Bear Canyon trail run.
After a nostalgic hike to the bottom of Switzer Falls, drove to Islip Saddle to check out the snow conditions. Clouds ahead of Sunday’s storm prompted a short run along Kratka Ridge to photograph some of the stunted sugar pines. Here’s the unaltered version of the title image.
Turning leaves on a valley oak sapling along upper Las Virgenes Creek.
After chugging up the long climb, I pause on the crest of the hill. Open space surrounds me. In a nearby oak, small birds twit and twitter, preparing for the night. In the distance coyotes yip and yell, an announcement on one hilltop, and an answer on another. A cold ribbon of wind brushes against my leg.
I take a deep breath and smile. At sunset the day melds to an end, becoming rich with sights, smells, and sounds. In the moment, senses converge and thoughts coalesce.
There is form in the oak’s twisted limbs. A dove dives from its branches, and I turn for home.
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From Sunday’s run to Mt. Abel and back from Mt. Pinos in Los Padres National Forest.