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is what I do. I try to prove that fall has come to the canyon by  looking for evidence. I am a seasonal scientist, a gatherer of data, a displaced Englishwoman searching for autumn in this lovely desert.   After four days of no walking, or exercise of any kind, just as I was  beginning to turn into a stagnated hunchback, I hiked on the Betty  Deering trail, off of Mulholland, with the lesser and greater spotteds,  and my camera, and I clambered up the secret waterfall, sat underneath  magnificent oaks and sycamores and watched the leaves fall.  Only or two  at a time, but I witnessed it nonetheless.
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| mushrooms | 
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| wild grass from recent rain | 
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| poison oak (sumac) | 
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| burnt hillside near briarcrest fire road | 
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| lesser spotted, briarcrest fire road, studio city | 
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| chemtrail | 
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| bottlebrush | 
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| wild anise | 
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| my favorite place, near waterfall | 
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| looking toward mulholland | 
2 comments:
Death by beauty of trail.
Does it get to you too? Kills me every time. xx
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