Sometimes an old image gets a new face with black and white . . .
This morning we went on a rather strenuous hike – up and down hills to get to an inland section of the Santa Monica Mountains. Â I am not a fast hiker – rather plodding actually – because of a long history and experience with falls and broken bones. Â Every step is conscientiously placed, especially where there is scree and loose rocks. Â The flowers along the way provided excuses to pause . . .