I’ve witnessed many beautiful sunrises from this location. From the low vantage point, the hill on which the trees are located hides the urban sprawl behind it and lets you forget, if only for a moment, the habitat fragmentation that lies so close which threatens the very livelihood of a field such as this.
The tide was just receding so the sand was still wet and the low sun was accenting these beautiful patterns of lines in the sand. Nature’s temporary fossil creations, soon to be dried out and trampled out by revelers on the beach.
Fall. Autumn. Whatever word you call the season, it is perhaps the most spectacular season of all. The time when the green leaves turn to brilliant reds and yellows.
There’s a tree in this corn field that I would drive by daily. It sits up on a slight hill and from my vantage point it looks like there is nothing else behind it.