I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under,
And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder.
All tagged hiking
Sunlight & Shadows on a Broad Scale
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossom'd many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Tiny Puddle, Big Possibilities
I went for a hike at Pena Adobe during a fast moving storm. The rain poured, and at the top of a hill lined with trees and boulders a view had opened: The valley below and the city of Vacaville beyond. Puddles formed on top of the boulders, giving a chance to play with reflections.
The Tree That Lived
On the windswept hills of Rockville, I came across this fallen oak. It seemed to still be alive despite most of its trunk being horizontal. I surmise that it had fallen over in high winds, but about half its base remained rooted after falling. It continued to grow its main trunk upwards. Which happened to be sideways from its original growth.