A couple of weeks ago, we set out on a journey to the past in the present. We were going places we have been before. Some of us have been more recently, for others of us it has been longer. The past goes back farther for some than for others. We started at the crack of dawn, and I carefully used my camera and not my phone for this first shot, since it looks like I was driving at the time, enjoying the sunrise behind me as we headed southwest. I would hate to use my phone without the hands free device, and it is so difficult to take pictures without actually holding the thing. Of course there is no law against taking pictures while driving.
Art and beauty are in the eye of the beholder. Some like to photograph, others simply climb. The last time he climbed this one, he had a mouth full of cotton to absorb the results of an extraction. This time he escaped with a blister. Behind him, his father records the moment in pixels.
Some of what there is to see is not above but below. The golden light of sunset, enhanced by the smoke of northern California wild fires lights these beauties.
At the end of the day, the sun sets on a bridge and a photographer. We have a few more miles to go before we sleep, then even more miles before we sleep in the same place for more than one night. Travel takes time, but the experience is somehow worth it.
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