
Everywhere, the hills are brown. The only green is found near creeks, or where Jimson weed is growing.

Everywhere, the hills are brown. The only green is found near creeks, or where Jimson weed is growing.

Every now and again it is fun to play with post . . . this is a pano of about 5 images.

OUt at about 7:15 p.m. last night, hiking eastward to watch the sunset. The sky was filled with wonderful clouds – some with weird shapes – and bright colors. As evening descending, it was beautiful and peaceful, with the calls of the canyon wren and the hum of the crickets.

I finally got my slug butt out of bed to take some morning photos . . . why haven’t I been out so early before! Birds, calm, cool breezes, silence.
