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Since I started this blog I now carry my camera everywhere.
Constantly looking for interesting subjects, or for the
Sunday Stills challenges. For every one good shot,
I delete 10. I am not a photographer.
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When JS asked me to take some things up to a job I was exited.
It's located up on top of a ridge above the rim rock and has
a great view of the valley and the Sutter Buttes. Once I got
there, I couldn't see the valley or the buttes. It was so hazy,
that all I could see was gray.
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At the entrance to the job was this great oak tree and wagon,
so I took some shots. It started me thinking about all the big
Valley Oaks and how we're losing them to disease or "progress".
Now don't get me wrong, I'm not a tree hugger I believe in
responsible logging and wood heat. But the big oaks are what
makes the California landscape.................."CALIFORNIA"
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The big oaks were always apart of my growing up, like giant
guardians watching over my life. Before I started school, the
acorns and the oak balls with a few burnt wooden matches
were my toys. They became my play mates as I got older. The
big limbs hanging to the ground made for easy climbing to
imaginary worlds and day dreaming. When I was big
enough to ride with my Dad and Mom we would find the
cows shaded up beneath them. After high school, I started
traveling around the country side and when I came back to
California they were the first to welcome me home.
Now they are dear old friends and the keepers of my memories.