When people learn no tools of judgment and merely follow their hopes, the seeds of political manipulation are sown.
–Stephen Jay Gould
Our defense is in the preservation of the spirit which prizes liberty as a heritage of all men, in all lands, everywhere. Destroy this spirit and you have planted the seeds of despotism around your own doors.
–Abraham Lincoln
Morning glare – what lies ahead? I’ve walked down this trail so many times, I know what tree is where, but each time there is something new to see, something new to hear, something new to smell.
The other morning – the first of the time change – I headed out with my Nikon V3 (which took this picture), my 6×9 Voigtlander Bessa, and Olympus XA4. I used the Nikon to consider exposure, as well as to catch a few for here. The film will go in to the lab for processing later this week.
It was an incredible morning. The Chumash Trail is a trail along a corridor of native oak trees, which overarch the entire trail, spots and splotches of sunshine breaking through. The trees are hundreds of years old. In some trees, small flocks of black and white birds would land, and all of a sudden it was as if it were raining acorns. It was quite odd, but restful, like rain pattering on leaves.
Deep in a canyon, along a creek, backlit by late afternoon sun . . .
I went hiking with a friend along a creek in Santa Barbara County . . . pushed up against a log, these fallen leaves let me know that autumn was here and summer was winding down.
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