4.5 Miles
It had been sunny in the morning. But by the time I got enough of the to-do list checked off to assuage the guilt of going for a ramble they were darkening. Foreboding, like. Eerie light and odd colors. It was as if I had stepped into a parallel universe where the light, or my perception of it, reacted to my brain waves. Maybe I hadn't drunk enough water. Thankfully everything returned to normal once I had looped back to the parking lot and slumped into the seat of our Explorer.
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| One of the ancient oaks between Cool and Pilot Hill |
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| Oaks near Cool |
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| Goldfinch, pondering the odd weather |
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| I love the copses of oaks, like this one ... |
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| ... and this one |
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| Sandhill Cranes on another ordinary epic adventure |
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| Mule Ears |
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| Journeys are best with company, whether down the river, or through life |
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| Kayakers head down the SF American River |
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| Cronan Ranch cow camp |
Images captured via Lumix GH2 and processed minimally in Lightroom 4, and to 11 in Nik Color Efex Pro
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