Posted on November 11, 2007 in Hiking Nature Photos
On a cool, overcast day the living chaparral of Chiquita Ridge almost looked as if it had been swept by a fire.
As a season, fall appears only in the creek bottoms where the sycamores and the alders exalt the universe. Life abandons land: a wildfire sweeps through a cemetery, a place where nearly every plant and every relic has passed on.
Only the cactus offer a harvest.
I’ll look for brighter afternoons.