This
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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