Thanks for bearing with me for posting so many bear pictures! I still have tons of them. For a change of taste, here's a HV I found this morning @Pearson-Arastradero Preserve.
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Thanks for bearing with me for posting so many bear pictures! I still have tons of them. For a change of taste, here's a HV I found this morning @Pearson-Arastradero Preserve.
The flower of a willow tree (Salix sp.), presumably one of the California native species. Photographed in the Arastradero Preserve, located near Palo Alto, California.
The flower of a willow tree (Salix sp.), presumably one of the California native species. Photographed in the Arastradero Preserve, located near Palo Alto, California.
Teasel (Dipsacus sp.) is an invasive weed with a dramatic seed head. Photographed in the Arastradero Preserve, located near Palo Alto, California.
Teasel (Dipsacus sp.) is an invasive weed with a dramatic seed head. Photographed in the Arastradero Preserve, located near Palo Alto, California.
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The great asphalt ribbon of I-280 cuts from San Francisco to San Jose through the foothills of the rolling Coast Range. In summer afternoons great, white fingers of fog creep from over the coast to touch the golden hills. Winter rains turn the California savannah into a verdant grassland where cows and California live oaks dot he landscape. I recently walked a few miles through the beautiful Arastradero open space preserve with camera in hand to collect a few rays of light from an evening sunset striking the paths and grasses of a landscape in the throes of turning from green to straw.
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The great asphalt ribbon of I-280 cuts from San Francisco to San Jose through the foothills of the rolling Coast Range. In summer afternoons great, white fingers of fog creep from over the coast to touch the golden hills. Winter rains turn the California savannah into a verdant grassland where cows and California live oaks dot he landscape. I recently walked a few miles through the beautiful Arastradero open space preserve with camera in hand to collect a few rays of light from an evening sunset striking the paths and grasses of a landscape in the throes of turning from green to straw.
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The great asphalt ribbon of I-280 cuts from San Francisco to San Jose through the foothills of the rolling Coast Range. In summer afternoons great, white fingers of fog creep from over the coast to touch the golden hills. Winter rains turn the California savannah into a verdant grassland where cows and California live oaks dot he landscape. I recently walked a few miles through the beautiful Arastradero open space preserve with camera in hand to collect a few rays of light from an evening sunset striking the paths and grasses of a landscape in the throes of turning from green to straw.
thegoldensieve.com
The great asphalt ribbon of I-280 cuts from San Francisco to San Jose through the foothills of the rolling Coast Range. In summer afternoons great, white fingers of fog creep from over the coast to touch the golden hills. Winter rains turn the California savannah into a verdant grassland where cows and California live oaks dot he landscape. I recently walked a few miles through the beautiful Arastradero open space preserve with camera in hand to collect a few rays of light from an evening sunset striking the paths and grasses of a landscape in the throes of turning from green to straw.
thegoldensieve.com
The great asphalt ribbon of I-280 cuts from San Francisco to San Jose through the foothills of the rolling Coast Range. In summer afternoons great, white fingers of fog creep from over the coast to touch the golden hills. Winter rains turn the California savannah into a verdant grassland where cows and California live oaks dot he landscape. I recently walked a few miles through the beautiful Arastradero open space preserve with camera in hand to collect a few rays of light from an evening sunset striking the paths and grasses of a landscape in the throes of turning from green to straw.
thegoldensieve.com
The great asphalt ribbon of I-280 cuts from San Francisco to San Jose through the foothills of the rolling Coast Range. In summer afternoons great, white fingers of fog creep from over the coast to touch the golden hills. Winter rains turn the California savannah into a verdant grassland where cows and California live oaks dot he landscape. I recently walked a few miles through the beautiful Arastradero open space preserve with camera in hand to collect a few rays of light from an evening sunset striking the paths and grasses of a landscape in the throes of turning from green to straw.
thegoldensieve.com
The great asphalt ribbon of I-280 cuts from San Francisco to San Jose through the foothills of the rolling Coast Range. In summer afternoons great, white fingers of fog creep from over the coast to touch the golden hills. Winter rains turn the California savannah into a verdant grassland where cows and California live oaks dot he landscape. I recently walked a few miles through the beautiful Arastradero open space preserve with camera in hand to collect a few rays of light from an evening sunset striking the paths and grasses of a landscape in the throes of turning from green to straw.
thegoldensieve.com
The great asphalt ribbon of I-280 cuts from San Francisco to San Jose through the foothills of the rolling Coast Range. In summer afternoons great, white fingers of fog creep from over the coast to touch the golden hills. Winter rains turn the California savannah into a verdant grassland where cows and California live oaks dot he landscape. I recently walked a few miles through the beautiful Arastradero open space preserve with camera in hand to collect a few rays of light from an evening sunset striking the paths and grasses of a landscape in the throes of turning from green to straw.
thegoldensieve.com
The great asphalt ribbon of I-280 cuts from San Francisco to San Jose through the foothills of the rolling Coast Range. In summer afternoons great, white fingers of fog creep from over the coast to touch the golden hills. Winter rains turn the California savannah into a verdant grassland where cows and California live oaks dot he landscape. I recently walked a few miles through the beautiful Arastradero open space preserve with camera in hand to collect a few rays of light from an evening sunset striking the paths and grasses of a landscape in the throes of turning from green to straw.
thegoldensieve.com
The great asphalt ribbon of I-280 cuts from San Francisco to San Jose through the foothills of the rolling Coast Range. In summer afternoons great, white fingers of fog creep from over the coast to touch the golden hills. Winter rains turn the California savannah into a verdant grassland where cows and California live oaks dot he landscape. I recently walked a few miles through the beautiful Arastradero open space preserve with camera in hand to collect a few rays of light from an evening sunset striking the paths and grasses of a landscape in the throes of turning from green to straw.
thegoldensieve.com
The great asphalt ribbon of I-280 cuts from San Francisco to San Jose through the foothills of the rolling Coast Range. In summer afternoons great, white fingers of fog creep from over the coast to touch the golden hills. Winter rains turn the California savannah into a verdant grassland where cows and California live oaks dot he landscape. I recently walked a few miles through the beautiful Arastradero open space preserve with camera in hand to collect a few rays of light from an evening sunset striking the paths and grasses of a landscape in the throes of turning from green to straw.
thegoldensieve.com
The great asphalt ribbon of I-280 cuts from San Francisco to San Jose through the foothills of the rolling Coast Range. In summer afternoons great, white fingers of fog creep from over the coast to touch the golden hills. Winter rains turn the California savannah into a verdant grassland where cows and California live oaks dot he landscape. I recently walked a few miles through the beautiful Arastradero open space preserve with camera in hand to collect a few rays of light from an evening sunset striking the paths and grasses of a landscape in the throes of turning from green to straw.
thegoldensieve.com
The great asphalt ribbon of I-280 cuts from San Francisco to San Jose through the foothills of the rolling Coast Range. In summer afternoons great, white fingers of fog creep from over the coast to touch the golden hills. Winter rains turn the California savannah into a verdant grassland where cows and California live oaks dot he landscape. I recently walked a few miles through the beautiful Arastradero open space preserve with camera in hand to collect a few rays of light from an evening sunset striking the paths and grasses of a landscape in the throes of turning from green to straw.
thegoldensieve.com
The great asphalt ribbon of I-280 cuts from San Francisco to San Jose through the foothills of the rolling Coast Range. In summer afternoons great, white fingers of fog creep from over the coast to touch the golden hills. Winter rains turn the California savannah into a verdant grassland where cows and California live oaks dot he landscape. I recently walked a few miles through the beautiful Arastradero open space preserve with camera in hand to collect a few rays of light from an evening sunset striking the paths and grasses of a landscape in the throes of turning from green to straw.
thegoldensieve.com
The great asphalt ribbon of I-280 cuts from San Francisco to San Jose through the foothills of the rolling Coast Range. In summer afternoons great, white fingers of fog creep from over the coast to touch the golden hills. Winter rains turn the California savannah into a verdant grassland where cows and California live oaks dot he landscape. I recently walked a few miles through the beautiful Arastradero open space preserve with camera in hand to collect a few rays of light from an evening sunset striking the paths and grasses of a landscape in the throes of turning from green to straw.