Monday, September 05, 2005
The bright-yellow hills of California are pierced by the rounded mossy green rock and volcanic red spires of The Pinnacles. The trees, leaves almost turning now, orange and brown in this mottled landscape, sometimes appear ghostly in the ravines, white-grey leaves dried and hanging.
Everything is the opposite color from what you'd expect here.
Except the sky. That one is blue and cloudless, as always.