and at last, an actual tree in my Muir woods shots.
This deer (and her baby) calmly walked past about 20 of us on the path at mid-afternoon.
Muir Woods, home of the redwoods (close to San Francisco). I should go more often. Tree roots naturally exposed on a hillside.
And then there is the eccentric yard decorations.
The town of Calistoga is small. So small that if it wasn’t for the stop signs, you’d blow through it at 45 miles an hour in about 30 seconds.
Ah, the vineyard shot. Almost everyone seems to have at least an acre or three of vines.
A peek into a yard. It’s funny, these shots are so ‘typical’ California but its because it really does look like that.
Calistoga is the northern end of the Napa Valley. I was able to spend a few days up there with friends a few years ago.
For a few years I lived in North Oakland in a backyard house. The front space (couldn’t really call it a yard) was the driveway and then the front house. The views out of the old windows (build around 1922) were all the houses around me, but greenery – oh the greenery. People crammed in the green everywhere they could.