In November I left you with pictures of the dried hills. Today our day in the country is bursting with new life. I’m a hopeless romantic when it comes to the landscape. I love to be out in the spring air, driving, seeing the animals and taking pictures every time the spirit moves me. I guess that’s why I started this blog.
A friend of mine who is exhausted from taking chemotherapy every week told me she enjoyed the pictures on my last entry about spring. She misses being out in the garden because she’s too tired; a sober reminder that every breath I take and every flower and tree I view is precious and shouldn’t be taken for granted, ever. And maybe it's a bit of encouragement to keep this blog going.
After a breakfast at IHOP we headed up to
I’m working myself up to getting out my oil paints one of these days and maybe these pictures will be the inspiration I need.
On the way the wild mustard
poured over the hills like liquid honey.
We passed a cattle ranch and an old barn.
A view of Friant Dam from below. . .
. . .and above
Have a happy Easter week.
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