Hike up Lopez Cyn, the Land of Contrasts; gasp.
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| Native thistles fostered by yerba santa drew me to creep into thick chaparral. "The prettier the flower, the father from the path." -- Into the Woods. |
Closest I've ever come to a So. Cal Rattler! "And then my heart stood still." Dead, or stoned, or sleepy? Did I frighten it to death? It never moved. I did, and fast. Dig the swirling fractals:
Closest I've ever gotten to a gopher snake! It, too, was frozen in place, or dead, or simply paying no heed, man, to clodhoppers on the path. But hey yowza, look at that skin: 0=0=0=0=0=0 simply gorgeous. Lopez is "raptor alley" so I don't get why these guys, dead or alive, aren't being snapped up. Maybe, in honor of Earth Day!?
The Hills Have Buttocks
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