I grew up in the midwest, surrounded by oak trees. In California, the trees are still recognizably oaks, but adapted to a dryer climate, and green for most of the year. I think this may be an import as its leaves are bigger, and changing with the season.
Pepper trees are common where I live, providing bright spots of green against the barren beige of California’s winter hills. The branches are like those of willows – long, slender leaves – with the addition of beautiful, pale red peppers.
Nothing like the beauty of the natural world enhanced by the fading of the day . . .
The other day I just had to get out for a bit of a walk, this time without the dogs. I headed out to an area that is reached by a tunnel under a busy road. From there, a school is to the right and a trail heads out to a canyon behind a number of houses. It’s rather wild back there, but it is also a view into people’s back yards. In one spot, I heard the cooing of doves or pigeons, and then a sudden flap of wings. Looking up, the birds were circling around and around. I managed to catch this after a lot of misses.
Fog lifting and sun breaking through. Low tide, reflections, birds. Peace.
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