These weeds – oat grass? – are typical grasses in open areas of southern California. The seed heads are sharp and stick into your socks and shoes and work their way in. Pity the poor dog who doesn’t get these removed . . . Mother Nature’s way to ensure a new generation is propagated someplace!
This was taken late in the day, and really underexposed. Cleanup was not the best, nor composition, but I rather like it despite that. Roads leading into the horizon are always fascinating.
Lizard’s Mouth is a promontory toward the eastern edge of the park, and as the sun rises in the west, it begins to glow.
These leaves are soft and fuzzy, a spot of green in a patch of dried grasses. I rather liked the pattern these leaves made in the field.
While this is a pretty bleak looking landscape, it also shows you how the heat of summer dries the winter grasses. One match, and whoosh! Too many fires already in California.
I thought I had put the kabosh on this blog. Cancelled the domain. Now I am having second thoughts. So, here is a recent photo, taken with a folding camera, the Perkeo II, ca. 1952, using Portra 400 120mm film.