Sespe Creek at Piedra Blanca Trailhead late yesterday afternoon.
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Lunar Phase
After coming across your blog several times in the past year – I sat down and read several postings. What a wonderful life you are living. Thank you for sharing.
Hello Suzanne. Thank you for dropping by.
Great shot! Reminds me of a photo I have from the Sespe/Timber Creek confluence shot at about the same time of day a few winters back. That warm, clean afternoon light just lights up the place and really brings out all the reds, pinks and oranges in the sandstone.
Oh I know, I love the look of winter light!
“There’s a certain Slant of light,
Winter Afternoons —”
-Emily Dickinson