...Those gentle rollers that line the west side of California's Central Valley...
...not a tree to be seen, but beautiful in their sculptural sensuality...
The velvety texture, like a horse's flank, invites your hand to reach out and stroke it. But at 105', it's too hot to touch!
And, once in a while, a great photo slips by -- I couldn't U-turn to capture a golden hill with the sun highlighting cattle trails that were evenly scored around the slope. It reminded me of a Native American vessel, with the slight grooves marking the coils of clay, stacked and smoothed.
And then westward, toward the sun, the coast and home.
