“. . . [N]ever before did I enjoy so noble an exhilaration of motion. The slender tops fairly flapped and swished in the passionate torrent, bending and swirling backward and forward, round and round, tracing indescribable combinations of vertical and horizontal curves, while I clung with muscles firm braced, like a bobo-link on a reed. . . . I kept my lofty perch for hours, frequently closing my eyes to enjoy the music by itself, or to feast quietly on the delicious fragrance that was streaming past.”
—John Muir, in his essay, “A Wind-storm in the Forests,” a chapter in his 1894 book, The Mountains of California.
Once again, a storm (albeit slightly tamer than John Muir’s) moves through our area and I head out with the big camera and the tripod to capture the mood…
A Few of the Day’s Images:
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